Chapter 130#

“Naturally, I was doing…”#

Qin Mu’s appearance was like a drop of water hitting a pot of boiling oil.

Yan Yi stood up abruptly, a few bloodshot veins appearing in her eyes, her gaze locked tightly onto Qin Mu.

Qin Mu, who had disappeared for quite some time, suddenly appeared at this moment, precisely when Jian Yunchen was mired in trouble. He stood beside him, his posture languid and his expression one of complete ease.

As the crowd observed their intimate proximity, the focus of the gossip shifted from “Jian Yunchen pushed his father down the stairs” to the ambiguous relationship between Qin Mu and Jian Yun.

The names “Qin Mu” and “Jian Yunchen” intermingled as they reached Jian Yunchen’s ears. He slowly came to his senses, frowned, and turned to look at Yan Yi’s scorching gaze, then displeasedly shifted his body to block Qin Mu completely from view.

The small gesture, which he thought was subtle, was perfectly clear in Qin Mu’s eyes. His fingertips, resting on Jian Yunchen’s waist, tightened slightly. He looked down at his face, curled his lips, and smiled.

If there was anyone present whose reaction was the most intense regarding Qin Mu’s arrival, it was Jian Jinbao.

Discarding his previous air of indifference and triumph, his fingertips trembled with anger. He pointed at Jian Yunchen and Qin Mu, almost poking Qin Mu in the face, and spoke incoherently: “Qin Mu is out! Catch him!”

He grabbed the clothes of a nearby police officer with force, his gaze venomous: “A murderer! A white-collar criminal! Arrest them both!”

Hearing Jian Jinbao’s frantic accusations, the smile at the corners of Qin Mu’s mouth did not change in the slightest. He reached out his other hand and, in front of everyone, squeezed Jian Jinbao’s still-trembling fingers.

Jian Jinbao’s eyes bulged, staring blankly at Qin Mu’s smiling face.

Immediately after, a sharp pain shot through his fingers. Qin Mu applied force suddenly, as if he meant to snap the finger clean off. Unable to bear the pain, Jian Jinbao couldn’t help but yelp loudly, his body going limp until he half-knelt on the ground.

Listening to his agonizing cries, his eyes even reddening from the strain, Qin Mu instead felt amusement bloom in his own eyes. He curved his eyes, leaned in slightly toward Jian Jinbao, and chuckled: “Who’s a murderer? You’re just pointing fingers randomly; you’ve scared me to death—”

“Qin Mu!” Watching his actions, Qin Zheng stood up full of indignation. “Do you have any respect for the law?”

He turned to the police: “He’s doing this right in front of you, and you’re not going to stop him?”

The police looked at each other, but before they could act, they were stopped by Yan Yi.

With her dark hair disheveled and her eyes staring eerily at Qin Mu, Yan Yi turned her face and said coldly: “No one is allowed to move.”

“Qin Mu. You finally decided to show yourself.” She turned to look at Qin Mu, her voice sounding as if it were being squeezed through gritted teeth. “I thought you were going to hide for the rest of your life.”

Jian Yunchen’s throat tightened as he looked at Qin Mu’s profile.

Qin Mu acted as if he had only just noticed Yan Yi. Jian Jinbao’s wailing was giving him a headache; he let go of the finger he had been bending, and the next instant, Jian Jinbao fell to his knees, cradling his swollen, red finger.

He flicked his hand, as if he had touched something dirty, and his cold gaze landed lightly on Yan Yi. Qin Mu curled his lips and smiled:

“You were looking for me?” He said, appearing troubled: “But I was simply too busy to pay you any mind.”

“Busy?” Yan Yi stared, her fingernails sinking into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks: “What else could you possibly be busy with?”

Qin Mu gave a smug smile, lowered his eyes to look at Jian Yunchen in his arms, and a faint look of showing off traced through his eyes: “Busy with our honeymoon.”

Jian Yunchen’s spine stiffened.

With that statement, the crowd’s eyes shifted to him—some inquisitive, some curious, some shocked, and not a few waiting to watch a spectacle.

Since childhood, he had hated being scrutinized in public; behind such gazes, there was always endless malice and mockery. But now, Qin Mu was by his side.

Even the emotions that should have made him feel disgusted or afraid suddenly faded away. Leaning against Qin Mu, feeling his steady, powerful heartbeat, he even felt a sense of untimely satisfaction rise in his heart.

Jian Yunchen raised his eyes to peek at Qin Mu, looking at his lean chin and the confident smile on his lips.

He pursed his lips to control his own smile.

Jian Jinbao, having recovered from the intense pain, scrambled to his feet. He hid behind the police, his finger red, swollen, and a sickly bluish-purple. Cradling his hand, tears from the pain still glistening in the corners of his eyes, he shouted: “Officer, him! It’s him! Qin Mu committed assault, and he’s in league with that murderer, hurry, hurry—”

His words became incoherent due to extreme fear and rage, and his voice was trembling.

Qin Mu glanced at Jian Jinbao, and the terrifying deterrent force in his eyes made him shut his mouth instinctively.

Qin Mu asked lazily: “What murderer? Who died?”

The air froze for a second.

Indeed, no one had died; it was just that Jiang Sheng’s life was currently hanging in the balance.

Jiang Yunhan sobbed a few times, trying to steady his voice to answer: “It’s my dad. He fell down the stairs, and the initial examination suggests he was intentionally pushed.”

Qin Mu’s eyes flashed, his fingertips tightened slightly. He looked down at Jian Yunchen, the smile gone from his face: “So you are suspecting Jian Yunchen?”

Jiang Yunhan frowned: “No…”

“It’s just,” he turned to look at Jian Jinbao: “He said he saw with his own eyes that Father and Xiao Chen were having an argument.”

Qin Mu let out a soft scoff and casually stroked Jian Yunchen’s hair.

“When exactly did Jiang Sheng fall down the stairs?”

“It is estimated to be about an hour ago.”

“An hour ago…?”

A smile uncontrollably spilled from the corner of Qin Mu’s mouth. He looked down at Jian Yunchen. Sensing that searing gaze, Jian Yunchen’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly lowered his eyes.

He had a vague guess about what Qin Mu was going to say next.

Qin Mu watched Jian Yunchen’s silent attitude, his eyes deepening with amusement.

He raised his head to scan the crowd, his gaze finally resting gently on Jian Jinbao: “An hour ago, Jian Yunchen was with me.”

“How is that possible?” Jian Jinbao glared, his tone filled with intense disbelief: “Impossible! How could you be with Jian Yunchen exactly then! I clearly saw him with my own eyes—”

“For more than just an hour,” Qin Mu interrupted slowly: “An hour is underestimating me; it was at least two hours.”

Jian Yunchen kept a straight face and didn’t refute him, but the tips of his ears turned bright red, showing from beneath his dark hair.

“Can you be held responsible for your words? You and Mr. Jian stayed in the room together for nearly two hours? What were you doing?” The police took out paper and pen to record the statement.

A hint of a smile flitted across Qin Mu’s eyes. His slender fingertips played with his slightly open collar, exposing his fair collarbone, which was marked with a few scattered, ambiguous traces.

He smiled, traced the red marks with his fingertip, and raised his eyes to look at the crowd: “Two adults, what do you think we could be doing?”

Qin Mu chuckled, tightened his grip on Jian Yunchen’s waist, leaned over to sniff his hair, and cast a dark, deep gaze over the crowd: “Naturally, I was doing…”

Jian Yunchen could no longer bear it and raised his hand to cover his lips.

The unfinished sentence was quickly filled in by everyone in their minds.

That was—Jian Yunchen.