Chapter 127#
“My Heart Aches.”#
“Jian Yunchen, I didn’t know you had a hobby for eavesdropping?”
Jiang Sheng let out a cold sneer, looking at him mockingly.
Jian Yunchen suppressed his slightly frantic heartbeat, unhurriedly set his phone to silent, and then slowly stepped out from the shadows, standing below him and looking up at him.
The bright white light illuminated Jian Yunchen’s expression clearly. Jiang Sheng watched as a faint smile curled on Jian Yunchen’s lips while he stepped onto the red velvet carpet on the stairs, walking toward him step by step.
“How can that be considered eavesdropping?” Jian Yunchen looked directly into his darkening eyes, his tone smiling: “You were making the call right at the top of the stairs. For the sake of politeness, I specifically waited until you finished before coming out.”
As he spoke, Jian Yunchen stepped onto the final stair and stood before Jiang Sheng.
Jiang Sheng’s expression stiffened slightly. His gaze fell on the top of Jian Yunchen’s head, pausing for a moment.
It seemed like… he had grown a bit taller?
He snorted coldly, “What are you still pretending for in front of me? Don’t you already know everything?”
“Yes,” Jian Yunchen admitted frankly.
“It’s not just me; you’re the only one kept in the dark.”
These words successfully provoked Jiang Sheng. He gritted his teeth, approaching inch by inch, his voice containing uncontrollable anger: “Jian Yunchen, do you think that by going in such a huge circle, you can get what you want? Jiang Ming is mine; I’ll give it to whoever I want. As for you, you are destined to have nothing.”
Jian Yunchen tilted his head to look at the redness hidden in Jiang Sheng’s eyes, a sense of irony suddenly rising in his heart.
“That’s right.” He looked back at him calmly: “I have used any means necessary to get ‘Jiang Ming.’ The process doesn’t matter; as long as the result is that I won, isn’t that enough?”
Jiang Sheng’s eyes widened. Jian Yunchen’s constant provocations made the fire in his heart burn hotter, the veins on his neck faintly appearing.
He gritted his teeth: “You really are capable, playing everyone like fools. Is it that as long as it belongs to Xiao Han, you want to take it for yourself? You won’t even let go of his man?”
Jian Yunchen’s gaze turned cold, and he glared at him with tightly pursed lips.
Jiang Sheng, however, seemed to have found Jian Yunchen’s weakness, launching an unrestrained attack: “You say you won, Jian Yunchen? After all this time, what have you won? Even if you make more connections, so what? ‘Jiang Ming’ can never be yours. Human greed is endless, and yours—even more so.”
Jiang Sheng watched his face gradually darken, the pleasure in his heart growing. He had finally found the point the other person cared about most to vent his dissatisfaction from the past few days. He curled his lips, the mockery in his eyes deepening.
“Jian Yunchen, you hate me, but what you hate most is yourself. Do you know why you work so hard? Because you’re afraid that no one loves you at all.”
“Seeing you work so hard and still end up with nothing is truly pathetic.”
As soon as the words fell, the last string of reason in Jian Yunchen’s mind snapped. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and the blood throughout his body began to boil violently.
He raised his eyes and stared fixedly at Jiang Sheng’s face—the next instant, he swung a punch.
Jian Yunchen swiped into the pre-arranged room. The moment he pushed the door open, he frowned.
In the darkness, a pair of hands reached out the moment Jian Yunchen entered.
While Jian Yunchen was still hesitating, he was pulled into the room with great force. Immediately after, the door was closed, and the hallway quickly returned to silence.
And within the room, just a door away, Jian Yunchen was pinned against the door panel. His frantic heartbeat hadn’t settled yet. He tried to turn his head, but his body was firmly restrained and couldn’t move.
In the dimness, his vision was pitch black; he could only vaguely see the silhouette of the man behind him. Jian Yunchen’s voice was dry:
“Qin Mu—”
“Is it you? Qin Mu?”
The man behind him paused, drawing half an inch closer. A hot breath rolled into Jian Yunchen’s ear, triggering a layer of shivers: “Who is Qin Mu? Is he your little lover?”
The voice, intentionally lowered, sounded in his ear with a very natural sense of confusion.
Jian Yunchen’s eyelashes trembled, and the shaking of his fingertips slowly calmed. He lowered his eyes, the mist in them wetting his lashes.
The tense body beneath him gradually became relaxed and soft. The man curled his lips into a smile, his palm firmly grasping Jian Yunchen’s slender waist.
As soon as he touched it, Jian Yunchen’s body jerked violently, and a trembling, thin sound escaped just like that.
“It hurts…”
Qin Mu’s hand snapped back. He no longer intentionally pretended to scare him. The restraining force loosened, and he leaned in close, his high bridge of the nose gently rubbing against Jian Yunchen’s cool cheek. His voice returned to normal, but his brow was slightly furrowed: “I hurt you?”
Jian Yunchen shook his head, his body trembling even more violently.
With a “snap,” the lights came on, and Qin Mu finally saw what Jian Yunchen looked like.
Watery eyes looked at him, and pale lips were still trembling slightly. Qin Mu’s brow furrowed deeper as he pressed against his waist and lifted the hem of his clothes.
Lustrous white skin was exposed to the air. The sudden contact with the cold caused Jian Yunchen to subconsciously shrink back, but he was firmly pulled in by Qin Mu. Qin Mu’s gaze stared fixedly at the bruise on Jian Yunchen’s lower back—the colors were uneven, spreading from the side of the waist to the spine, looking as if he had been hit hard.
His gaze darkened along with his voice: “Who did this?”
Jian Yunchen gasped. The coldness radiating from Qin Mu was retracted, and the released hem of the shirt covered the marks. The next moment, Jian Yunchen was pulled into a warm embrace.
The fine tremors slowly stopped.
Jian Yunchen sniffled. It wasn’t that he hadn’t experienced more painful injuries than this; back then, he could hide alone without shedding a single tear. But now, lying in Qin Mu’s arms, the grievance felt like an uninvited thief, filling his already empty heart to the brim.
He grabbed Qin Mu’s lapel, his voice trembling slightly: “It hurts so much, Qin Mu…”
Qin Mu sighed, the sourness and pain in his heart tugging at him again.
He gently stroked Jian Yunchen’s lower back, his thumb slowly tracing circles around the edge of that bruise. He said softly: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll cherish you.”
The tears at the corners of his eyes were gently kissed away. Dense kisses fell on Jian Yunchen’s face like rain, the feelings of grievance were unceremoniously chased away, and the icy heartbeat slowly became burning hot.
Jian Yunchen clung to him, leaning closely into Qin Mu’s arms.
The inseparable kisses went from the door all the way to the bed, several different pieces of clothing scattered over the short distance.
Jian Yunchen lay on the head of the bed with tears shimmering, his half-propped body leaving his back completely bare to Qin Mu’s vision.
Qin Mu’s kisses lingered from the shoulder downward. As his palm slid over, fragmented groans began to escape uncontrollably.
His eyes were dark as he looked at Jian Yunchen’s lower back, a hot kiss slowly falling upon it.
Jian Yunchen jerked violently, looking back at him with reddened eyes, his propped-up arms growing weak.
Qin Mu hugged him tightly from behind, their figures fitting together perfectly. He sighed: “My heart hurts too, Jian Yunchen.”
Jian Yunchen’s limbs were weak. He turned around, wrapping his arms around Qin Mu’s neck. “Where does it hurt?”
Qin Mu lowered his head to kiss the corner of his mouth, cupping his face as he said softly:
“My heart aches.”