Chapter 2#
Not that kind of “doing”!#
Jian Yunchen walked to the second floor carrying a bottle of imported liquor. A walkie-talkie was clipped to his waist, cinched somewhat tightly, making his lithe waistline faintly visible.
He was walking in a hurry. There were an exceptional number of guests tonight, and the patrons on the second floor were people he couldn’t afford to offend; his footsteps carried a sense of urgency.
The walkie-talkie at his waist vibrated slightly, suddenly flashing a red light. Jian Yunchen paused, freeing a hand to grab it. The moment he stepped forward again, he collided head-on with someone.
The bottle shattered against the polished floor. Amber liquid splashed out, and sharp shards sliced into Jian Yunchen’s ankle. Fine beads of red blood seeped out, meandering down his fair, bony ankle, causing Qin Mu’s gaze to linger for an extra second or two for some inexplicable reason.
Jian Yunchen reacted quickly, lowering his head to apologize repeatedly.
The man who had bumped into him clicked his tongue impatiently. His gaze swept over his own soaked shoes, and he was just about to lash out when his expression changed the moment he saw the young man’s face.
Even under the dim lighting, one could see his pale skin and exquisite features. Those eyes, in particular, seemed as if they could speak; with just one look, a person’s soul could be snatched away.
The man’s originally angry face shifted into an ambiguous smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkling as he squinted.
“If just saying sorry was enough…” The man pressed closer, his arm hovering around the youth to trap him against the wall. The scent of alcohol mixed with a suggestive tone, “…then what would we need the police for?”
Not far away, Qin Mu leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. A subtle curve played at the corner of his mouth, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes as he watched the scene play out silently.
He saw Jian Yunchen suddenly look up. His crimson lips curled upward, his posture losing its previous tension. He leaned in close, his cool, clear voice cutting through the noise directly into the ear: “Mr. Ma, why do you smell so strongly of alcohol…”
The end of his sentence carried a hint of a smile, like a teasing little hook. “Last time, Miss Lin specifically instructed us to take good care of you. Why did you drink so much again?”
The three words “Miss Lin” made Ma Huidong freeze. Jian Yunchen sidestepped, inconspicuously escaping the man’s control. He then curled his lips into a smile, gave a polite nod, and walked away quickly, leaving the man standing there with a fluctuating expression.
Qin Mu curled his lip into a smile as he watched this, then pushed off the wall to follow.
Quite a lot of the shattered liquor had splashed onto Jian Yunchen. The hem of his shirt was soaked through with the brownish liquid. He frowned as he turned on the faucet, rinsing it impatiently.
The wet fabric clung to his skin. He tugged at his collar, revealing a large expanse of his exquisite collarbones.
He let out a soft “tch” as he responded to the voice on the walkie-talkie.
“Yes, put it on my tab.”
“…Yeah, I’ll bring it over in a bit.”
“Thanks.”
The bathroom’s soundproofing was decent. When Qin Mu walked in, he happened to hear these few sentences.
The connection cut with two bursts of static. Jian Yunchen lowered his head to cup some water and splash it onto his face. Droplets slid down his jaw, wetting his collar further.
He wiped his face haphazardly and glanced up at Qin Mu standing beside him.
He recognized this man. The man had an excellent physique and an extraordinary aura. Just a moment ago, he had been standing to the side watching everything unfold with a leisurely, entertained air.
As if oblivious, Qin Mu kept his eyes downcast, focusing intently on washing his own hands.
The sound of running water stopped, and Jian Yunchen left first.
The corners of Qin Mu’s lips quirked up. Remembering Jian Yunchen’s wary gaze, the interest in his eyes deepened.
Just as he shook his hands dry, footsteps sounded outside the door.
With a swift movement, Qin Mu slipped into a stall.
The person who entered was Ma Huidong. He was laughing and cursing into his phone: “…That tigress hasn’t even married into the family yet. Does she think she can control me on my own turf?”
Qin Mu leaned against the partition, pulling the door shut slightly, listening closely to the conversation on the other end.
The man snorted, turning on the faucet. The sound of flowing water made his voice blurry, though it couldn’t hide his excitement: “Never mind all that. I really like this one. Tsk, he’s got real spirit.”
The water stopped, the footsteps faded away, and the voice became inaudible.
The stall door was pushed open. Qin Mu walked to the mirror and looked at his reflection, but his mind flashed back to Jian Yunchen’s water-dampened hair, his reddened eyes, and that defiant gaze.
He nodded, offering a silent evaluation.
He is quite spirited.
As time passed, the frantic, heated atmosphere gradually cooled. Faint sounds of cars began to drift in from the street beyond the walls.
Qin Mu leaned against the railing on the second floor, boredly swirling his glass.
He glanced down at his watch, calculating the time. It should be about right.
He stretched, let out a yawn, and headed toward private room 307.
The door was locked. Qin Mu summoned the system in his mind.
“Help me out.”
77 blinked.
A soft “click” came from the lock cylinder, and the door opened.
The room was pitch black, without a sliver of light. Even the surveillance cameras had been manually sabotaged.
This saved Qin Mu a lot of trouble.
He pulled the door shut behind him and pressed the lock again.
Just as he took a step, he kicked a bottle on the floor, creating a clattering sound.
Qin Mu clicked his tongue and flipped the switch beside him.
A few suggestive, warm lights flickered on. The light was hazy, barely outlining the silhouettes of several men lying on the floor.
The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and a certain cloying, sweet fragrance.
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow. Avoiding the mess on the floor, he searched for his target by the dim light.
There were three men collapsed on the floor. Qin Mu used the toe of his shoe to flip them over; none of them were the person he was looking for.
The private room wasn’t that big. No matter how well Jian Yunchen hid, Qin Mu eventually found him.
He was curled in a corner, his thin frame completely hidden by the sofa. He hadn’t entirely lost consciousness yet, but he was close.
Qin Mu squatted in front of him, excitement gleaming in his eyes. Jian Yunchen shrunk back, his head tilting to the side. Strands of hair fell over the upward curve of his reddened eyes. His aura—a mix of purity and seductiveness—was enough to stir the “desires” of most men.
But Qin Mu did not belong to that category of men.
He only felt that this task was being completed far too easily. Excited blood raced through his veins.
He reached out, his fingers hooking around the youth’s slender neck, slowly tightening.
Jian Yunchen squinted in distress, seeing the man’s face clearly.
At this moment, he still didn’t understand Qin Mu’s intentions. Seeing the excitement in the other man’s eyes, a chill ran through his body, and his sharp defenses immediately flared up.
“Get… get off me!”
His Adam’s apple slid with difficulty against Qin Mu’s palm, creating a slight itch. Jian Yunchen’s voice was hoarse, his whole body tense as he stared fixedly at him.
Qin Mu smiled. He applied pressure with his palm and leaned in close, ignoring the hollow threat.
It was only then that Jian Yunchen realized the other man’s intent. A flash of disbelief crossed his eyes. He curled his body with effort, his fingers clawing at the restraint on his neck, his head forced back by the other’s movements.
His weak struggles were no match for Qin Mu’s grip. Qin Mu’s fingers twitched slightly, feeling the flow of blood beneath the flesh and the vibrating heartbeat transmitted through his fingertips.
Jian Yunchen’s body temperature was lower than average. Whatever he had been drugged with made him feel as cold as a corpse when Qin Mu first grabbed his neck.
Now, after struggling, his blood was pumping. His cheeks were flushed, and his heartbeat became violent.
The cold skin was held by the warm palm, and within a few breaths, it had been stained by his own body heat.
The curve of Qin Mu’s smile froze, and various emotions flickered in the depths of his eyes.
Jian Yunchen’s struggles weakened. As his consciousness blurred, his body felt burning hot. He looked at the man in front of him, unable to fathom where this action came from. As he thought, his mind wandered; for a moment, he even thought it might be better to just die like this.
Once and for all.
The standby System 77 detected the villain’s vital signs plummeting. It was so terrified its data almost turned into gibberish as it frantically warned its host:
【Host! Please stop harming the villain immediately, or you will be penalized!】
The electronic voice was slightly distorted, sounding unusually severe.
Qin Mu pursed his lips, staring at Jian Yunchen who could only manage weak breaths. He paused for two seconds, then followed the advice and let go.
The moment he was freed, Jian Yunchen’s body went limp. He collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. Oxygen rushed into his lungs, making his eyes turn red in an instant.
Qin Mu watched his pathetic gasping with an unmoved expression.
Jian Yunchen covered his neck; the area still held the other man’s body heat, burning slightly.
Qin Mu asked impatiently, “Didn’t you tell me to do the villain?”
77 screamed in a breakdown: 【NOT THAT KIND OF DOING!】