Chapter 831: Love That Begins After a Breakup 20

Who the hell! Who brought this person in! Have you gone mad! What nonsense are you talking!

Seeing the atmosphere he had finally warmed up turn into this, Jin Tiancheng could no longer stay seated and immediately flew into a rage.

To insult Young Master Qiao to his face—if Jin Chen hadn't blown you away with one shot, you'd be lucky!

The male model heard this and his vision went black; he instinctively wanted to find the man who brought him in, but when he tried to recall, he realized he had completely forgotten what that man looked like.

He simply hadn't remembered what that man looked like!

Get out now!

Jin Tiancheng snapped again, 'If you're smart, you'll leave on your own; if Young Master Qiao blames you, the whole nightclub will have to shut down!'

Alright, everyone, keep playing—Jin Chen's here, so Qiao Xu will be fine.

Huo Chen stepped in to smooth things over, leisurely drinking.

Being back in the country is great—I can't get enough of the drama every day.

He glanced meaningfully at Gu He, who kept looking toward the door, and suddenly asked.

Young Master Gu, I heard the Gu family's business has been doing well lately, landing a big order.

Gu He snapped back to reality, forcing a smile: 'What joke are you making, Young Master Huo? No matter how good the business gets, it can't compare to the Gu family's.'

He really didn't want to continue this topic, fearing to give himself away, so he started playing dice with others.

That old fox's attitude is becoming more and more like his father's despicable thing.

Huo Chen snorted, tilted his head back, and drank.

Mr. Huo, I toast you.

Suddenly a soft, timid voice sounded, as if mustering courage to speak.

Huo Chen followed the voice and saw a youth sitting in the corner, delicate and handsome, though his clothes were a bit big, making him look even more frail.

The male model here? What, you want to hit on me?

Perhaps feeling a bit interested today, Huo Chen didn't verbally refuse, resting one hand on the sofa back, leisurely watching the youth with a teasing gaze.

Then will you let me hit on you?

Although it's such an ambiguous phrase, coming from the youth's mouth it somehow sounds pure and innocent.

Heaven knows Huo Chen's favorite type is exactly this.

Huo Chen felt a faint excitement, waving his hand at him like teasing a puppy.

Then come over and give it a try.

The youth, having received permission, shyly pressed his lips into a smile.

——

Elsewhere.

Jin Chen found the sulking Young Master Qiao at the bar.

He had already been a bit tipsy in the private room earlier, and now he was still drinking a cup of strong alcohol, his face flushed, his eyes hazy yet spirited, completely unaware of how many people in the nightclub were eyeing him in this state.

He coldly scanned the tables where several kept glancing at Qiao Xu, some even itching to act, wishing they could drink with him.

But all were driven away by Jin Chen's icy aura, not daring to step even half a pace closer.

Jin Chen, come over, sit.

When the person arrived before him, Young Master Qiao finally recognized him, changing from his earlier cold rejection of others' advances to obediently patting the seat beside him.

But his expression remained low, as if he hadn't yet emerged from his feeling of injustice.

Don't listen to random talk from others.

Jin Chen sat down, his tone indifferent.

And you—can I believe what you say?

Qiao Xu suddenly asked him, lifting his head to look, his slightly reddened rims brimming with expectation, his wine-stained lips full and moist.

Which words? Jin Chen asked.

You said, you would always like me.

Qiao Xu solemnly spoke those words.

Both remembered clearly that this was what Jin Chen said three years ago, when he was still in university, confessing to Qiao Xu.

The young master fixed his gaze on Jin Chen's peach-blossom eyes, stubbornly wanting an answer.

Jin Chen remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he spoke in a low voice: 'We've already broken up; you were the one who brought it up.'

So, does it still matter whether I like you or not?

Very important.

Qiao Xu blinked away the tears on his lashes, his voice choking: 'Very important—I regret it, I don't want to break up.'

More than half a month after their breakup, the Young Master Qiao, who valued face above all, finally admitted he regretted it.

He couldn't leave Jin Chen, nor could he accept a life without Jin Chen.

But what he got was only a hand resting on his head, and a sentence that was slightly gentle yet full of helplessness.

Young Master, love is not child's play.

His palm rubbed his head, then added, 'Also, you're drunk tonight.'

I haven't, I haven't gotten drunk.

Qiao Xu flung himself into his embrace, 'I'm completely sober, you…'

His words suddenly trailed off.

He heard the involuntary grunt Jin Chen had just let out.

What's wrong with you?

Qiao Xu sat up straight, touched Jin Chen's arm, the same spot he had just bumped into.

Sure enough, he felt thick fabric, like a bandage.

As he withdrew his hand, it was already stained with blood, blood that seeped through Jin Chen's coat.

Qiao Xu's breath suddenly grew heavy, his face instantly turned pale.

"You're injured… seriously."

Before Jin Chen could respond, Qiao Xu's eyes already filled with tears.

"It hurts so much, doesn't it? You're injured, why did you still come drink?"

"It's fine, not too painful." Jin Chen replied immediately, thinking that just as that side ended, he heard you came to the nightclub—how could he not be anxious?

Qiao Xu shook his head, tone stubborn: "It definitely hurts; you always say it doesn't, but when you come back you need to rest a long time."

"Before, it was my fault; I always ignored your pain."

The more he spoke, the more tears flowed; he carefully touched Jin Chen's arm, voice trembling: "You always carry medicine with you—let me apply it for you, okay?"

Seeing the young master's pitiful look, Jin Chen reluctantly agreed, quickly grabbing Qiao Xu's hand as he was about to take off his own coat.

"I don't want to be bandaged here; let's get a room."

"Oh, okay."

Qiao Xu nodded, gesturing for the waiter to come over.

After entering the top-floor suite, Qiao Xu's tense face relaxed considerably; he pushed Jin Chen past the outer hall into the inner room.

But although the young master spoke well, his inner fear and terror would not change with fluctuations of thought.

After Jin Chen took off his coat, faint bloodstains on his black shirt could already be seen; when the cuffs were rolled up, Qiao Xu's movements became noticeably slower.

The smell of blood filled his nostrils, awakening his inner fear of blood.

Seeing him like that, Jin Chen couldn't help but furrow his brow.

Although he had always known the young master feared blood, hospitals, and anything related to the underground, he had never known the reason why.

Over these three years he had also asked, but the young master simply refused to say, and each time the topic was brought up his emotions would flare greatly.

It seemed just like that Bell Signal—both were fuses for their arguments; touching either would ignite the other.

Feeling the tremor in Qiao Xu's fingertips, Jin Chen still felt pity, raising his hand to grasp his wrist.

"So why are you so afraid—can you tell me the reason now?"