Chapter 4#
Psychopath.#
Click.
With a crisp sound, the lights flared to life, illuminating the layout of the bedroom.
It was clean and tidy, decorated in cool tones; the grey four-piece bedding set looked soft.
Qin Mu unceremoniously dumped the person he was carrying on his shoulder onto the bed. The soft mattress sank and then bounced back.
The young man’s face was flushed. The effects of the drug were catching up to him; a layer of fine cold sweat covered his forehead, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Qin Mu stood up straight and clicked his tongue twice.
“How pitiful.”
As a cold and heartless villain, Qin Mu had no surplus of empathy, and he was stingy with his tenderness. To him, a sick person was nothing but a nuisance and a burden.
With a cold face, he rummaged around and found some fever reducers. Although he didn’t know if this was the right remedy for this specific situation, with the mindset that “anything is better than nothing,” Qin Mu forced several pills down Jian Yunchen’s throat with some warm water.
The unconscious man sensed the source of water and instinctively tilted his head back to swallow a few mouthfuls, obediently taking the medicine.
After doing this, Qin Mu felt he had done more than enough—to the point where he could probably go to heaven after he died.
He grabbed the corner of the quilt and haphazardly threw it over the other man’s stomach. Ignoring the crumpled clothes, he yawned and returned to his own room.
At seven o’clock, Qin Mu opened his eyes.
The fact that there was an extra person in his territory, even if they were separated by a floor, still affected Qin Mu’s sleep quality to some extent.
He narrowed his eyes, looked at the morning light filtering through the curtains, and took a moment to regain his senses.
After going downstairs, he first turned into the guest room to see if the person he rescued last night was dead yet.
The door was ajar. Qin Mu’s eyes turned cold. He pushed it open, only to find that there wasn’t a soul inside.
He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed and was so angry he actually laughed.
Not only did the person leave without a word, slipping away early, but the room looked like it had been ransacked. The wardrobe doors were wide open, and a few pieces of his seldom-worn clothes were piled messily on the floor—some even had conspicuous footprints on them.
The quilt had also fallen to the floor, and the smell of alcohol in the air had not yet fully dissipated.
Qin Mu curled his lips as he looked at the chaos, a dangerous glint flickering in the depths of his eyes.
In the early hours of the morning, Jian Yunchen was forced awake by the side effects of the haphazardly administered medicine. He rushed to the bathroom and vomited until the world turned upside down. After vomiting, his muddled brain cleared up significantly.
He sat slumped on the floor for a long while before his consciousness gradually returned. Looking around, he realized he was in a completely strange environment.
He guessed he had been “picked up.”
Jian Yunchen looked down and smelled an unpleasant odor coming from his crumpled clothes. He frowned in disgust.
He didn’t dare turn on the light for fear of disturbing the owner of the house. Using the faint light of dawn outside the window, he rummaged through the closets, barely picking out a set of wearable clothes to change into. He didn’t dare stay a second longer.
This was a high-end residential area. It was still early, so there was no traffic, and it was quiet and deserted.
In his state—pale-faced and disheveled—he was quite conspicuous. The security guard at the gate glanced at him several times.
Jian Yunchen pursed his lips, his whole body tense. Last night’s experience was utterly terrible, and a dark cloud loomed over his head. The morning temperature was a bit chilly; when the wind blew, he couldn’t help but shiver.
After walking for a while, he finally hailed a car. When asked for the address, he hesitated for two seconds before finally giving the location of “Dream.”
Jian Yunchen slipped into the bar through the back door.
Last night’s excitement seemed like a passing cloud, leaving only a mess behind.
As soon as he appeared, a colleague he was on good terms with approached him.
“Where did you go? Brother Li has been looking for you all night.”
Jian Yunchen pursed his lips and said nothing.
The other man sighed and lowered his voice: “Brother Li is looking for you, and his face looks very bad. Be careful.”
Jian Yunchen nodded. Without wasting words, he walked straight toward Brother Li’s office.
“Brother Li.”
Jian Yunchen knocked on the door, his voice low and hoarse.
The middle-aged man sitting behind the desk looked up. He was tall, his shirt was a bit tight, and he had a strong sense of pressure when he wasn’t smiling.
Brother Li’s mouth was tight as he stared at the thin figure at the door. His expression wasn’t great either. The original interrogation turned over on the tip of his tongue, but when it came out, his tone was still cold and hard: “Where did you go last night?”
Jian Yunchen was silent for a moment and answered simply: “I didn’t feel well, so I went back first.”
The man’s face darkened; he obviously didn’t believe it. But he didn’t say anything, only sighed and said: “You don’t have to come tomorrow. Your salary will be transferred to your card later.”
Jian Yunchen’s face remained calm, as if he had expected it, and he nodded.
Without saying another word, he turned and left.
Brother Li looked at that back and frowned slightly. Jian Yunchen had arrived a month ago. He was quick with his hands and feet, didn’t complain about hard work, and didn’t talk much but knew how to read the situation. He got along well with his colleagues.
Initially, seeing how young he looked, Brother Li had worried he was a kid hiding from his family to do a summer job, but he turned out to be experienced and could help with anything.
The only problem was that his face was too eye-catching. The guests who came here for entertainment were all rich or noble. Both men and women took a liking to him, and those who wanted a one-night stand were countless; he had managed to ward them all off without leaving a trace.
In this business, it’s all about mutual consent. Even if someone felt slighted, once they heard a few soft words from him, most would let it go.
But last night was different. Jian Yunchen had actually offended a major shareholder.
Given Ma Huidong’s vindictive nature, Jian Yunchen could not stay under any circumstances.
Jian Yunchen returned to the locker room, packed his few personal belongings, went back to the private room from last night to find his lost phone, and walked out without looking back.
Returning to that tiny rental room, waves of exhaustion finally surged up. The side effects of the medicine were strong; even after several hours, he still couldn’t muster much energy.
He tossed his things randomly on the table, plugged in his phone to charge, and took a change of clothes into the bathroom.
The waiter uniform was cast aside. He lowered his eyes listlessly, lost in thought.
Should he return this uniform?
A set like this cost 120 yuan.
The sound of running water started. Warm water flowed down from the top of his head, slowly sliding down his jaw. Jian Yunchen looked up at the ceiling. As the mist filled the room, his vision gradually blurred, and he slowly let out a breath.
So tired…
Other than the drug effects that hadn’t fully dissipated, there were no marks on his body. He had a guess about the person who “picked” him up, but he still didn’t understand the other’s intentions.
That face that was still exceptionally handsome even in the dim light, and the pure, leaping spark of excitement in those eyes when he choked his neck…
Inexplicable, irrational in action, dangerous.
A psychopath.
Jian Yunchen rubbed his neck; that sensation of fatal suffocation was far too vivid.
But what was the other person after? Money? Unlikely. His life? But he let go in the end…
The sound of water stopped. Jian Yunchen pulled himself out of his memories.
After washing up, he stuffed all the clothes into the washing machine. His phone was charged and turned on. Jian Yunchen rubbed his dripping hair and tapped the screen.
Brother Li worked fast; the SMS notification for the bank transfer had already arrived.
He tapped it and glanced at the amount.
Just above that message, there was another extremely conspicuous transfer notification.
The numbers were glaring—countless zeros, enough to make one’s eyes ache.
Jian Yunchen looked at this text message and let out a cold, mocking laugh.
The emotions in the depths of his eyes slowly turned icy.