Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 204: Side Story: Chen Yang, Gone Amok (II)

Translator: Flying Lines

Wiping off his memories had brought inevitable side effects for Chen Chang’an; he would visibly tense up when approached and be ill at ease, for example.

Chen Yang could see that when a servant went into the room to change the bedsheets, the man’s attention would shift from the book in front of him to the servant. He would follow, in secret, every move the servant made, as if afraid that she would whip out a weapon from under her gown and point it at him any minute.

And only after the servant had exited the room would he return to his former relaxed state. He would walk to the bed and search very carefully, to make sure that nothing dangerous had been placed there without him knowing it.
Chen Yang watched it on the monitor screen. He had not intended to keep the man under surveillance, only that the doctors said Chen Chang’an was not in a very stable condition. But this might be an excuse.

Right. He wanted to do it, to keep Chen Chang’an under his watch, every minute and every second, and to see his every move.

Chen Yang had mostly kept Chen Chang’an inside the villa with the pretense “you’re still not well enough to go out”. The villa was spacious and well-facilitated, and Chen Chang’an didn’t seem to mind staying in. This reminded Chen Yang of Chen An, before his memories were wiped.

The man had been half a recluse, staying indoors whenever circumstances allowed. He could read for an entire afternoon seated by the window, or watch movies for a whole day in the home theater. And most of the time, Chen An welcomed the company of Chen Yang, who knew more about current trends, when he watched movies.

In that aspect, Ivanov’s taste in movies differed from Chen An greatly. Ding Sheng would spoil the experience with too much talk and too many spoilers, while Lu Feng was too glum for such an occasion. As a result, Chen Yang was the only suitable candidate.

“You used to enjoy my company when watching a movie, An.”

“Is that so? But I want to watch by myself now. So don’t pester me if you don’t want to make it more stressful.”

Chen Yang had expected the man to depend on him more with his memories written off. Yet the reality was, Chen Chang’an had opted to be by himself, whether he was reading a book or watching a movie. While his taste in books and movies had remained the same, he no longer required other people’s company.
It seemed as if his one and only weakness was removed, along with his momeries.

The reason that Chen Chang’an allowed the tender side of him to come to the surface in the past was that with the death of Chen Changle, there appeared a crack on his indestructible, impenetrable armor. Later the crack became wider and wider, in the meantime, those around him leveraged on this weakness of his and got closer. At long last, he became the man with a gentle disposition, the Chen An they had.

Now, all these were gone—there was no Chen Changle and thus no crack. He was again impenetrable, like the most well-guarded fortress in the whole world, and even the deadliest weapons could not open it up.

Chen Chang’an trusted no one here, including the young man named Chen Yang, whom he saw first when he woke up. But of course the Old Fox did not let it on entirely. He could tell Chen Yang was the boss here, so he put in a little bit more effort to be nice towards him, more than anyone else, just a little bit.

“So you are saying, we used to be lovers?” The man, who had by now got used to having breakfast with Chen Yang, stopped in his track. He looked up and glanced at the young man sitting across him, as a look of confusion and surprise crossed his eyes.