Chapter 42#
If you just died like this, Jian Yunshen would probably be quite angry.#
Jiang Yunhan pursed his lips, holding the edge of the photo album: “Xiaochen, your relationship with Qin Mu… I’m a little worried, Qin Mu isn’t as good as you think.”
Jian Yunshen smiled knowingly, lowering his head slightly to look at the photos.
“So, is that why you chose Qin Zheng?”
Jiang Yunhan’s face flushed, and he pursed his lips without refuting.
He opened his mouth, just about to speak, but was interrupted by Jian Yunshen.
“Enough, I know what I’m doing, you don’t need to worry about me, just take care of yourself.”
This sentence made Jiang Yunhan slightly puzzled.
Jian Yunshen didn’t explain, raising a meaningful smile, “Can I keep this photo album to look at?”
Jiang Yunhan frowned in embarrassment. He knew that Jian Yunshen and Qin Mu had a somewhat intimate relationship, but his younger brother had just come home, and their relationship wasn’t very close. He couldn’t stop them more as an older brother, at most he could offer a warm reminder. He couldn’t stand by and watch Jian Yunshen be bullied by Qin Mu.
But now, facing his younger brother’s first request since coming home, he could only agree.
He nodded, placing the photo album on his lap.
Jian Yunshen finally smiled.
After Jiang Yunhan left, Jian Yunshen spread open the photo album on the table. Every photo under the lamp was so vivid it felt as if they had appeared right before his eyes.
He had already flipped through Qin Mu’s part of the photos; what he looked at for longer was Jiang Yunhan’s past life.
Frozen in the photos was just the tip of the iceberg of Jiang Yunhan’s excellence.
There were pictures of him smiling at the camera, holding various competition trophies, and photos of him skiing in Switzerland. Even his elementary school calligraphy lessons were recorded.
Jian Yunshen sat on the stool, looking at them alone for a very long time.
After Qin Mu left, he went to find someone.
It wasn’t fully bright yet, and the main gate hadn’t opened.
He smoked in the car for a long time.
It wasn’t until the edge of the sky turned to fish-belly white and the gate opened wide that he raised his eyes.
His request was quickly approved, and after just a moment of waiting, the sound of a door opening could be heard.
Jian Jinbao had been detained in the detention center since the last time for extortion and intentional injury. After a few days, Jian Jinbao had long lost his previous arrogant demeanor. He looked as if he had been tortured, with visible injuries all over his body and face, his eyes full of terror, and his face gaunt, appearing to have lost several pounds.
Qin Mu waited, resting his face in his hand. When he saw Jian Jinbao enter with a bitter expression, he actually smiled, with a hint of schadenfreude, and his somewhat sleepy voice drawled: “What’s wrong?”
The officer closing the door glanced at Qin Mu and replied, “He fell himself.”
The moment Jian Jinbao saw Qin Mu enter, his legs almost gave way and he nearly knelt down. Even hearing the officer’s words, he only dared to look at Qin Mu with a wronged expression, not daring to retort a single word.
The door closed, and Jian Jinbao’s forced bravado completely dissipated. With a “thud,” he knelt beside Qin Mu’s leg, tears flowing instantly, his change of expression faster than Jian Yunshen’s.
Qin Mu’s trouser leg was tightly clutched by him, the smoothly falling black fabric wrinkled into a ball. He glanced at Jian Jinbao and gave a faint “tsk.”
Jian Jinbao sobbed, tears mixing on his bruised face, looking particularly irritating. He trembled as he released Qin Mu’s trouser leg, stammering: “Young Master Qin, I really know I was wrong, please… please be lenient, I won’t dare again, won’t dare to appear before Xiaochen again, I swear!”
Towards the end, Jian Jinbao almost wanted to bang his head on the ground as a guarantee, his words exceptionally sincere, as if he had truly realized his mistake.
“Did you misunderstand something?”
Qin Mu interrupted him just as he was about to speak again.
His calm eyes stared at him, like a lifeless object.
“Whether or not you appear before Jian Yunshen has nothing to do with me. You offended me. Even if you made Jian Yunshen beg me, I wouldn’t let you go.”
Jian Jinbao’s eyes widened. No one knew better than him what he had been experiencing under Qin Mu’s “calm” threat.
Since he came in, he hadn’t had a single day of peace. Either he’d be sleeping soundly when a group of people suddenly appeared and dragged him to the toilet for a beating, or he’d be showering when suddenly he’d be pulled out and thrown into public view. Even during meals, various accidents would occur, his bowl would be knocked over, and then he’d repeatedly go through everything mentioned above.
He crawled on his knees, his head knocking against Qin Mu’s foot. Tears mixed with snot fell onto the ground, and Qin Mu couldn’t help but pull his foot back slightly.
“Young Master Qin, I really know I was wrong… please sue me, let me go to jail, three or five years is fine, I beg you, stop tormenting me. It’s been so many days, I haven’t closed my eyes, my whole body is covered in injuries…”
Jian Jinbao cried exceptionally sadly, then began to shiver and plead: “Young Master Qin, even if you don’t consider my plea, please consider Xiaochen, this child. I’m his maternal uncle. For all these years, I’ve been taking care of Xiaochen. I even attended Xiaochen’s high school parent-teacher conferences.”
“I also have a pregnant wife at home who’s about to give birth. I beg you, please give me a way out.”
Qin Mu smiled cruelly, the corners of his mouth curving into a cold arc.
No one knew better than him, a person like Jian Jinbao.
His apology at this very moment wasn’t because he knew he was wrong.
It was because he was scared.
Qin Mu spoke exceptionally softly, contradicting the content of his words: “Uncle…?”
“I thought so too. If you just died like this, Jian Yunshen would probably be quite angry.”
Before Jian Jinbao could feel joy, Qin Mu’s next sentence made his face instantly turn pale with fright.
“Indeed, I can’t let you die too easily, don’t you agree?”
He was terrified and trembling all over. His heart felt like it was being clutched by an invisible hand and dragged into a dark, cold place. Fear made his limbs stiff and cold.
At this moment, he even wanted to curse out loud.
But his legs were so weak that he could only maintain a kneeling posture.
He was trembling so much he couldn’t even open his mouth.
He genuinely felt the threat of death.
Qin Mu, however, smiled, as if those words were nothing more than the simplest friendly greetings.
He leaned forward slightly, looking down at Jian Jinbao, a joyful smile even on his face, “Jian Jinbao, don’t worry, you won’t die that easily.”
“There will be bigger ‘surprises’ waiting for you later.”
Jian Jinbao shuddered, looking at him in disbelief. His mind quickly raced, drawing a conclusion, and he began to shrink back in fright.
“You… you, demon, you are a demon, let me go, I beg you, I don’t want this, I don’t want this!!”
His violent resistance quickly attracted the attention of the guards. Someone opened the door and reprimanded him with a stun baton. Qin Mu smiled faintly, lifting his chin towards Jian Jinbao.
The guard received the gaze and began to drag Jian Jinbao out.
Jian Jinbao quickly began to resist violently.
His voice echoed through the corridor: “I don’t want to! I don’t want to go back, Qin Mu! You’re colluding with the people here, this is illegal!”
“You want to torture me to death in prison! I’m not going back!”
“Qin Mu, are you fucking kidding me? You dead gay, you’re a pervert with an abnormal sexual orientation!”
“I want to appeal! I want to find a lawyer!…”
Jian Jinbao was dragged out, his voice trailing off and becoming indistinct. His voice was too loud, so they even covered his mouth.
Qin Mu sat in his seat, smiling faintly.
Of course, he wouldn’t let him go to jail.
If Jian Jinbao went to jail, how would this game be played?