Chapter 2736 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (20)

Lin Baiyu's handsome brows furrowed, and confusion appeared in his icy gray eyes.

In his view, this was a mutually beneficial proposal, and Jin Chen had no reason to refuse it.

“I can offer you compensation far exceeding the Knights’ stipend. The resources the Lin family can provide are beyond what you, as a special recruit, can even imagine.”

Jinchen: "..."

[Host, it seems he wants to be your sugar daddy.] Zero Rolling, always eager for drama.

"Jinchen, you should go back and rest first," Ling Yao suddenly said, his voice a little strained.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, eager to escape this place of trouble.

"it is good."

He stood up, nodded slightly to Lin Baiyu, and took his leave.

After the door closed, Ling Yao walked casually to Lin Baiyu's bedside, sat down, picked up the apple that Sith had peeled so unevenly, took a bite, and complained half-jokingly.

"I'm already interested in him, why do you want to abduct him from the Knights and make him your private possession?"

Lin Baiyu was even more puzzled. He looked at Ling Yao and said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "We just recruited him to work for the Lin family."

"After all, given the abilities he has demonstrated, there are quite a few forces within the military who want to poach him."

He paused, as if remembering something, "Besides, Yao, didn't you always dislike him? You thought he was... gloomy, strange, and always made you angry."

Ling Yao was suddenly taken aback.

Does he act like he dislikes Jin Chen in front of his friends?

Thinking back carefully, it seems... yes.

He was always complaining about Jin Chen's various misdeeds.

“I…did dislike him a little before,” Ling Yao struggled to organize his thoughts, trying to explain, “but…”

But he's mine, and no one else can touch him.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Baiyu reached out and ruffled his hair. “Perfect. If he becomes my personal knight, he won’t have to hang around in front of you all the time and annoy you anymore. I’m really interested in him, both in terms of his potential and who he is.”

Ling Yao: "..."

He choked on a piece of apple and almost passed out.

Ling Yao wanted to refute and assert his dominance, but when his gaze fell on the gauze on Lin Baiyu's forehead, and he thought of how Lin Baiyu had just escaped death yesterday, the words that were about to come out of his mouth were forcibly swallowed back. In the end, he couldn't bear to argue with the other party while he was still seriously injured.

Forget it, let's wait until Bai Yu recovers before we talk about it.

Sith shook his head to himself.

Bai Yu, this guy, has always been aloof and unattainable, focusing solely on fighting and family responsibilities. He probably can't understand A Yao's complicated emotions of saying one thing but meaning another, awkward and conflicted.

Sith gave up the courage to listen in, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He huddled in a corner of the ward with his terminal, sending a message to Shi Heng, who was far away on another planet.

The situation is really getting out of control!

The Great Sith Artist: Heng! Return immediately! Bai Yu is trying to steal A Yao's man! This is a complete mess!

Grandma Heng: Control yourself a little longer, I'll reply again!

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Ling Yao walked out of Lin Baiyu's ward and into the corridor, twirling the family ring on his finger, but he couldn't calm the turmoil in his heart.

Jin Chen leaned against the door frame and tapped twice with his knuckles.

"What are you daydreaming about, young master? Come in."

Ling Yao looked up at the sound, his gaze falling blankly on Jin Chen's face.

He stopped and stood under the warm light of the corridor, carefully tracing Jin Chen's eyebrows and eyes. He stared at him quietly for several seconds until Jin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, finding his dazed look somewhat amusing. He reached out and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind him.

Ling Yao was still struggling with his inner conflict and hadn't figured out what to say when Jin Chen touched his cheek and gently lifted his chin, forcing him to look up and meet her gaze.

“You know Bai Yu…” Ling Yao almost blurted out, but then stopped himself.

No, no matter what, Bai Yu's feelings should be expressed by Bai Yu himself.

Jin Chen waited for a while, but when she didn't hear anything more, her narrow eyes tightened for a moment.

“I didn’t intend to protect him.” Jin Chen suddenly spoke, bending her knuckles and gently rubbing Ling Yao’s warm cheek skin, then slowly moving upwards to touch his thin eyelids, feeling the slight trembling of his eyeballs beneath.

“That starship is coming for you. The impact and blast radius are too great. If it gets completely out of control, I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you.”

It was as if Lin Baiyu's safety was merely a side effect, not even considered.

Ling Yao's eyes felt a little itchy from being brushed by Jin Chen's fingertips, and he blinked uncontrollably as his eyelashes brushed against Jin Chen's knuckles.

He listened to Jin Chen's explanation and stubbornly pressed, "You only want to protect me?"

"Ah."

"Why?" Ling Yao stared at him, his eyes shining brightly, determined to get an answer.

Jin Chen had a wicked thought, but she just looked down at him, a cryptic smile playing on her lips, her dark eyes flashing with a playful light, and she refused to answer.

Ling Yao got annoyed when he didn't get a reply. He glared at him and turned his head away from the hand that was stroking him.

"I'm asking you!"

Jin Chen readily withdrew her fingertips and lowered her eyelids. "Am I not worthy?"

What makes you unworthy?

Ling Yao frowned at first, then remembered the words he had blurted out earlier.

"You like me? You pervert, you're not worthy of me."

So he... actually remembered it so clearly.

Ling Yao's pupils constricted slightly, and the ripples in his heart caused by Lin Baiyu were instantly overwhelmed by a bittersweet emotion.

I learned the answer to the question from my memories.

He snorted, his arrogant eyes giving Jin Chen a reproachful look, "I've said so much, but I haven't seen you listen to even a few words."

Why do I remember those hurtful words so clearly?

Ling Yao pushed Jin Chen towards the hospital bed, "Lie down and rest. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet. Why are you running around?"

Jin Chen sat down following his lead, the smile in her eyes deepening. She pinched his soft, fleshy cheek with her other hand, returning to him exactly what he had said about her yesterday.

"A young master who says one thing but means another."

He gently pulled him along, and Ling Yao fell to the side of the bed.

Jin Chen wrapped her arms around his waist and, with a little force, pulled him onto the bed, her warm fingertips pressing against the corner of his lips.

"What are you wearing today?" Jin Chen's gaze fell on his lips.

Ling Yao was held in his arms, his head tilted back. This position made him feel somewhat vulnerable, but strangely, he didn't dislike it.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he obediently opened his mouth slightly, pushing it forward a little, "...to show you."

The glossy purple tongue stud was revealed, like a freshly peeled, juicy, deep purple grape, trembling on the tip of the tongue, looking...delicious.

Jin Chen's eyes darkened. "Very beautiful."

An idea flashed through his mind: what to give as the next gift? He seemed to have a plan.

His hand, which was around Ling Yao's waist, pressed down, touching the ruby ​​that was hidden by his clothes.

"So well-behaved," Jin Chen chuckled softly, her fingertips gently caressing the gemstone. "You've even put on the waist chain."

Jin Chen pinched Ling Yao's chin, her tone slightly raised, and looked down into his eyes, "You like it very much, don't you?"

Ling Yao was so moved by the touch that he nodded unconsciously.

In situations like these, he can never be stubborn.

Admitting to liking these decorations, which Jin Chen bestowed upon them and carried a sense of secret control, doesn't seem so difficult.

Jin Chen lowered her head and kissed him, savoring the purple grapes.

His hand, which was placed behind Ling Yao's waist, was not idle either. His fingertips followed the indentation of the spine, bringing a shiver wherever they went, and stopped on the ruby, gently circling it.

Ling Yao was so overwhelmed by the kisses that his breathing became labored, and he clutched the fabric of Jin Chen's clothes tightly.