Chapter 117#
Better not to mess with Jian Yunchen, of all people.#
Early the next morning, the people sent by Yu Shu arrived.
After successfully seeing Qin Zhao off, Jian Yunchen stood at the door, hesitating.
Qin Mu leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Watching Jian Yunchen’s wavering gaze, he raised an eyebrow slightly.
He held out a hand. “Still want to cuff me?”
Jian Yunchen pursed his lips, reached out to take his fingertips, and squeezed them gently in his hand, swaying them back and forth.
He looked up cautiously at Qin Mu’s expression, a faint hint of expectation hidden in the depths of his eyes. “Can I still cuff you?”
Qin Mu was actually forced into a laugh by sheer exasperation.
He reached out with his other hand and pinched Jian Yunchen’s cheek. As the soft flesh spilled through his fingers, dissatisfaction flared in Jian Yunchen’s eyes, and he frowned, glaring at him.
“Cuffed me once and you already want to do it again? Are you really that greedy, Jian Yunchen?”
Jian Yunchen pulled his hand away, leaving a small, faint reddish mark on his fair cheek.
He huffed and tossed Qin Mu’s hand aside.
“Then I won’t cuff you. But if you dare to leave, I’ll catch you and bring you back.”
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh at that. He pulled Jian Yunchen into his arms with one swift motion, his vibrating chest pressing tightly against Jian Yunchen’s own. Jian Yunchen’s heart began to race again involuntarily.
“How imposing, Manager Jian. You’re going to catch me? And if I don’t behave, what are you going to do to me?”
Qin Mu leaned close to his ear and asked in a low, husky voice, “Make me… die of pleasure?”
The hot breath rolled against his ear. That deep, magnetic voice accompanied by such suggestive words made the tips of Jian Yunchen’s ears turn red instantly. He tilted his head slightly to avoid Qin Mu’s touch and blinked at him.
“You saw everything?”
Qin Mu smiled and lowered his head to brush his lips against the corner of Jian Yunchen’s mouth.
“I saw it.”
“You’re very formidable.” He backed away slightly, looking down into his eyes, and said seriously, “Jian Yunchen is always so formidable.”
Jian Yunchen wrapped his arms around Qin Mu’s waist, the corners of his lips curving upward. Because of that simple praise, his eyes gradually began to sparkle.
He tilted his head slightly. “I’ll be even more formidable. I told you, I’ll protect you.”
Qin Mu gave a low laugh, held Jian Yunchen’s waist with both hands, and affectionately kissed the tip of his nose. “Then I’ll wait for your good news.”
Jian Yunchen’s eyes crinkled into crescents. He took the initiative to lean in and kiss the corner of Qin Mu’s mouth.
His lips bore the smile of a man who was certain of victory. “Wait for my good news.”
After Jian Yunchen left, the house felt significantly emptier.
There weren’t many traces of life in this small villa; the furniture was all brand new. Without the chains, Qin Mu was much freer, and he began to wander slowly around the premises.
At noon, there was a knock at the door. It was the auntie called by Jian Yunchen to cook for Qin Mu.
While he was eating, the auntie appeared to be tidying up the room, but her eyes were constantly stealing cautious glances at him.
Qin Mu looked up indifferently. A smile hung on his lips, but his eyes were like ice.
“Monitoring me?”
The auntie shuddered, stood up straight, and shook her head hurriedly. “No… no, I’m not monitoring you.”
Qin Mu put down his bowl and withdrew the cold smile from his face. “Go back and tell Jian Yunchen: I said I won’t leave, so I won’t.”
With that, he turned and walked toward the bedroom.
The bedroom door closed with a heavy thud. The meal, barely touched, sat on the table slowly growing cold.
The auntie stood in place, frowning. She gave a soft sigh and began to clear the dishes.
The sound of running water rose and then fell. The noise outside didn’t last long. After a heavy sound of the front door closing, the house fell into complete silence.
Qin Mu sat at the head of the bed with his legs tucked. His head was slightly lowered, and his somewhat long hair draped over his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes. His fingers kept scrolling through his phone, his lips pursed.
He didn’t mind that Jian Yunchen, lacking a sense of security, had locked him up. In his eyes, those actions were nothing more than a different kind of possessiveness; Jian Yunchen was showing him just how important he really was.
That was why he wanted to keep him by his side every second of the day.
But he minded Jian Yunchen finding someone to spy on him.
Qin Mu’s fingertips tightened slightly, and his gaze fixed on the trending search tags.
Frowning, he clicked on the trending list.
The name “Jiang Sheng” was mixed in. The direction of the narrative had changed at some point. The “coercion” and “abduction” keywords that had been flying around earlier had been beautified.
A soul-stirring, epic love story had suddenly surged onto the trending list.
In these searches, Jiang Sheng had transformed from a man who used his power to bully others into a romantic “seed of love” who dared to rebel against his family for the sake of his beloved. Meanwhile, Jian Xin had gone from a pitiful, deceived woman to a Cinderella in a fairy tale.
Overnight, several versions of their love story had been generated. Every version painted Jian Xin’s ordeal as something noble: it was all for love.
Going far away to give birth was for love; hiding a son and raising him alone was for love; even the addiction she fell into after they were separated was because she couldn’t accept Jiang Sheng leaving her.
Qin Mu endured the disgust as he read a few short articles, and he immediately knew whose handiwork this was.
Who else but Qin Zheng could write such sickeningly rotten love stories?
He made a call. On the third ring, it was picked up.
“Hello, President Shan.”
Qin Mu sneered. “I gave you a few days off and you’ve gotten lazy, haven’t you? Look at what the trending searches are like. Didn’t you know to intercept them?”
Ji Weiyi paused for a moment, as if checking the situation. “Uh… President Shan, we really didn’t receive any advance notice on this side. This news was likely prepared in secret well beforehand.”
“Of course he prepared it in secret; do you think he’d wait for you to intercept it? Now that you’ve seen it, you still haven’t handled it!”
Hearing Qin Mu’s tone—as if he’d swallowed gunpowder—Ji Weiyi couldn’t help but groan inwardly. His boss must have been provoked by someone and was using him to vent…
Before he could reply—
“Wait a minute!” Qin Mu said suddenly.
Ji Weiyi stopped his movements and waited for instructions.
After a moment, a voice came from the other end of the line: “You don’t need to worry about this anymore.”
Then, the call was disconnected.
Ji Weiyi stared at the hung-up phone for a moment. It wasn’t until the screen went black that he reacted.
He searched for the related trending tags again, only to find that the tags which had been trending just minutes ago had changed direction once more in the blink of an eye.
The public was already tired of traditional love stories.
A “Gory Blood-Soaked Triangle Grudge in a Rich Family” was the public’s first choice.
“A certain Ms. Yan, driven by love-turned-hate, seeks mad revenge; stalking, secret filming, and violence all at once.”
“Mistress fails to rise to power and resorts to violence; Ms. Yan retaliates against Qin Zheng’s boyfriend.”
“Qin Zheng successfully marries into wealth; will Ms. Yan be the final winner?”
Ji Weiyi’s fingers paused as he clicked into the tags. The screen was full of scandalous drama and rich-family love triangles; even Ji Weiyi almost got sucked into the story.
In this version, a logical explanation was provided for why Yan Yi had exposed Jian Xin’s identity.
She had fallen in love with Qin Zheng, but Qin Zheng was already someone else’s boyfriend. Driven by resentment, she sought revenge. Upon discovering Jiang Yunhan’s hidden mother, she used her as capital for retaliation without a second thought, firing the first shot.
And now, Jiang Sheng was in prison, Jiang Yunhan was heartbroken, and the relationship with Qin Zheng had collapsed.
Yan Yi had seized the opportunity, successfully recruiting a “matrilocal” husband.
Looking at the screen full of text, Ji Weiyi couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
Better not to mess with Jian Yunchen, of all people.