Chapter 12#

Why is he so fierce? Is he scared witless?#

The two cars chased each other on the track, pulling apart the very instant their frames collided.

Qin Mu’s driving style was much like his personality—always appearing completely at ease. He drove the red car as if teasing the white car, pursuing it closely before pulling away just slightly. He gave the white car the illusion that it could catch up, yet always maintained a specific distance—neither too far nor too near—deliberately forcing his opponent into a desperate corner before breezing past them with nonchalance.

After several rounds, Jian Yunchen watched helplessly as the red car drifted at an extremely dangerous angle. The screech of tires tearing through the air overlapped heavily with his own violent heartbeat.

The red car was the first to burst through the finish line. As the roar of the engine died down, Qin Mu climbed out of the cockpit and leaned against the car with a flamboyant smile.

The white car arrived late. After being deliberately forced to a stop, Scheston’s composure had crumbled somewhat, and his state of mind was clearly much worse.

He let out a helpless sigh and tossed a key ring toward Qin Mu.

Qin Mu spun the key ring around his finger, his smile deepening. His lips moved, seemingly mouthing a word of thanks.

It wasn’t until Qin Mu walked back up to Jian Yunchen that Jian finally managed to regain his composure. After the race, Qin Mu’s face was slightly flushed, but his eyes had grown even brighter. He propped both hands on the railing and whistled at Jian Yunchen.

Jian Yunchen’s expression turned cold, and he threw the jacket in his hand right at Qin Mu’s face.

“Frivolous.”

Qin Mu caught it with a laugh and tossed a black ring back at him, which landed lightly in Jian Yunchen’s palm.

He casually ran a hand through his hair, his chin tilting up slightly.

“I just won this. Didn’t you say you’ve never driven one? It’s yours now. Come play whenever you have time.”

Jian Yunchen tightened his grip on the key ring, momentarily unsure of what to say. Qin Mu braced himself with one hand and leaped, flipping sideways over the railing. He walked up to Jian in a few steps, the clothes in his hand slung carelessly over his shoulder. He hooked his other arm around Jian Yunchen’s shoulder and pulled him close.

Jian Yunchen stumbled slightly but didn’t resist, obediently following his lead.

“Come on, I’ll take you to see what the car I won looks like.”

“From now on, it’ll have your name on it.”

Jian Yunchen turned his head slightly, only able to see the side of Qin Mu’s face. The other man looked relaxed and natural, seemingly unaware of how significant his words were.

Jian Yunchen pursed his lips, his fingertips subconsciously tightening. Suddenly, his arm was yanked backward by a forceful grip.

The person grabbing his arm was very strong, clamping down tightly. Jian Yunchen’s footsteps halted, and he turned around.

“You brat, you actually dare to show your face in front of me again.”

The newcomer was aggressive, his eyes fixed on Jian Yunchen with a sinister grin. “I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Jian Yunchen was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled upward, though his eyes remained icy. He tried to shake off the arm but couldn’t. He looked up at Ma Huidong and sneered, “Mr. Ma, what a strange thing to say. I haven’t done anything wrong, so why wouldn’t I dare show my face in front of you?”

Ma Huidong gritted his teeth, his grip tightening further. “Last time at the bar, you actually dared to…”

His arm was being squeezed so hard that the pain made Jian Yunchen frown instantly. Before he could speak, the annoying pressure on his arm suddenly vanished.

The man’s wrist was seized by Qin Mu, who squeezed so hard the man immediately began to cry out in pain. His face turned beet red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

“Hey, it’s not very polite to leave me standing on the sidelines.”

Qin Mu was smiling and looked perfectly relaxed, but Ma Huidong’s face was turning purple from the pain. His legs buckled involuntarily as he began to double over, repeatedly shouting things like “Let go!” and “It hurts!”

The shouting was so loud that it drew glances from everyone around. Qin Mu, finding it embarrassing, tossed the wrist aside. Ma Huidong immediately fell to one knee, clutching his bruised, purple wrist. It felt as if the tendons in his entire arm had been ruined, leaving nothing but a numb, aching sensation.

Having regained his freedom, Ma Huidong first spat on the ground and then glared fiercely at Qin Mu. “And where the hell did you pop up from? Do you know who I am?”

Qin Mu shook his head obediently. “Who are you?”

His expression seemed innocent, yet his tone was incredibly sarcastic, infuriating Ma Huidong.

Not far away, Scheston heard the commotion and hurried over. He stood beside Qin Mu, frowning slightly as he looked at Ma Huidong kneeling on the ground. “Qin Mu, what’s going on? Do you need help?”

Hearing that name, Ma Huidong’s face went completely blank. Qin Mu? Was it the Qin Mu he knew?

While Scheston was already verifying the identity of the person in front of him, Qin Mu laughed and shook his head. He walked step by step toward Ma Huidong, who was slumped on the ground, looking down at him from above. The shadow he cast enveloped the other man. He parted his thin lips and spoke in a lazy tone:

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Qin Mu. Qin as in Qin Mu, and Mu as in Qin Mu.”

It was him. It was definitely him.

Ma Huidong looked up at the man standing before him, and the back of his head began to go cold. He only acted out because his family had a bit of money, but compared to a giant like the Qin family, he was absolutely nothing.

The burning pain in his right wrist remained. This racetrack required a membership to enter; he had only managed to get in because he begged a friend to bring him along for fun. He hadn’t expected to run into the waiter he had taken a liking to—the one who had escaped—right here.

Even more unexpected was that standing beside a lowly waiter was none other than Qin Mu.

Even if they weren’t in the same social circles, Ma Huidong had heard of Qin Mu’s reputation. If he made the man unhappy, it wasn’t impossible for his entire family to be packed up and thrown out of City A.

Once he realized this, Ma Huidong’s face turned unsightly, shifting through a colorful palette of greens and purples.

The corners of Qin Mu’s mouth tilted up, and his oppressive aura suddenly vanished, returning to his usual lazy demeanor.

He reached out and pulled Jian Yunchen toward him, leaning his body against Jian’s back. His arm stretched out and circled Jian Yunchen’s waist; it looked intimate, but the actual contact was minimal—only his wrist rested lightly against Jian Yunchen’s hip. Warm breath brushed against the back of Jian’s ear. Jian Yunchen froze, and his attempt to turn around was invisibly blocked by Qin Mu.

“Why is he being so fierce? Did he scare you?”

Jian Yunchen’s long eyelashes trembled. He instantly understood Qin Mu’s intention.

He was here to back him up.

The feeling was subtle.

With someone standing firmly behind him, their actions were telling him:

It doesn’t matter what you want to do. It’s okay to be a little willful.

At that thought, Jian Yunchen’s fingertips curled instinctively.

Seeing that he hadn’t responded for a long time, Qin Mu tightened his wrist, pulling him closer. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Don’t be afraid.” His gaze shifted back toward Ma Huidong, gradually becoming terrifying. “I’ll take care of him for you.”

Jian Yunchen: “…”

It seemed the Qin Mu behind him was actually a bit scarier.