Chapter 6#
I’m so heartbroken.#
“Whose family are you from? You look like a fresh face.”
At an inconspicuous corner on the first floor, half of Jian Yunchen’s body was hidden in the shadows.
He wore a white shirt paired with a small black vest. At first glance, it looked very similar to a waiter’s uniform, but a closer look revealed it was nothing of the sort.
The coarse texture and poor tailoring would have lacked any shape if it weren’t for his exceptionally superior physique.
A mask was worn over his pale little face, covering most of it and leaving only a pair of dark, moist eyes exposed, making him look both fragile and beautiful.
Jian Yunchen’s eyes flickered upon hearing the question. He adjusted his mask and avoided eye contact.
The man questioning him felt an itch in his heart seeing this reaction. He leaned in with a grin, his fingertips reaching toward Jian Yunchen’s cheek.
Jian Yunchen’s gaze darkened, his spine stiffening.
Before those hands could make contact, they were intercepted midway and unceremoniously tossed aside.
In the next second, Jian Yunchen’s rigid body was pulled into a warm embrace. His shoulder, nearly numb from the cold wind, pressed against a chest radiating vigorous heat. The other man’s steady heartbeat was transmitted clearly through several layers of fabric. Smelling that domineering woody scent again, Jian Yunchen’s entire body trembled for a moment.
He heard the man’s lazy tone, which lacked that terrifying madness but gained a hint of ambiguous intent: “Didn’t I tell you not to run around? What would I do if you got lost?”
Jian Yunchen’s long eyelashes quivered as he submissively buried his head even lower.
The two people opposite them were stunned to see Qin Mu suddenly appear. As their gazes met, the atmosphere gradually became suggestive, and they shared a knowing smile: “Young Master Qin…” one teased, “You’re in quite a hurry. Today is Yunhan’s birthday, after all.”
Qin Mu’s infatuation with Jiang Yunhan wasn’t a secret in their circle, but how they played around in private was something everyone tacitly helped cover up.
When Jian Yunchen heard the name “Yunhan,” his originally relaxed body tensed up again like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap at the slightest touch.
Qin Mu rested a hand on his shoulder, his eyes drooping lazily as his thumb toyed with the white-jade-like earlobe of the person in his arms. The texture, cold as jade, was delicate and smooth, slowly becoming warm under his touch and staining with a crimson glow.
Jian Yunchen tilted his head away, but those hands pursued him relentlessly. Seeing he couldn’t escape, he simply stopped hiding and leaned his head against Qin Mu’s shoulder—out of sight, out of mind.
His rigid body relaxed once more under the teasing. Seeing his suppressed state, Qin Mu found it amusing and intentionally applied a bit of pressure with a pinch. He lowered his voice, sounding amused:
“I’m talking to you. Have you gone mute?”
Jian Yunchen’s breath hitched, his fingertips tightening. When he spoke, however, there wasn’t a hint of abnormality in his tone; he even sounded quite intimate: “I lost sight of you for a moment, and I was just looking for you.”
Qin Mu laughed. “Then you must follow me closely next time.”
Jian Yunchen looked up. If one listened closely, his voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth: “Of course, I will definitely follow you closely next time.”
The moment the door closed, the submissive person in his arms instantly grew thorns and moved three meters away from him.
In the unlit room, the light was dim and hazy. Jian Yunchen’s dark eyes glowed in the shadows, staring fixedly at him.
Qin Mu gave a low laugh and walked toward him. Jian Yunchen retreated slowly, a sense of guarded alertness rising in his eyes.
“What are you hiding for?”
Finding it amusing, Qin Mu grabbed him and pulled him over, which—as expected—triggered a violent struggle.
During the scuffle, the loose mask fell to the ground, revealing a face that was identical to the host of the party inside.
Qin Mu looked at him dazed, pressing his thumb against the corner of the boy’s eye. The pressure wasn’t light; the moment he let go, a faint red mark appeared.
No mole.
Jian Yunchen’s pupils constricted and his whole body began to shake. His voice couldn’t help but tremble: “It’s him, isn’t it? He’s the one who told you to come…”
Qin Mu pinned his hands behind his back and squeezed his face to turn it toward him. It was hard to see clearly in the darkness, so Qin Mu leaned in extremely close. The other’s trembling, broken breath brushed against his cheek. Qin Mu frowned slightly, his grip loosening a bit: “I told you, the one I want is you.”
He wasn’t following anyone’s orders—well, if he had to say, it was 77’s instructions.
Qin Mu’s gaze swept over Jian Yunchen’s features inch by inch. Upon closer inspection, there were actually many differences.
Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, Jian Yunchen used a clever maneuver to break free from his embrace. But just as he tried to leave, he was grabbed back by Qin Mu.
This time, Qin Mu didn’t play nice. He threw the man directly onto the bed.
After the struggle, both of their breaths were somewhat unstable. Without wasting words, Qin Mu leaned over and pressed him down, pinning him with a knee on the mattress and firmly shackling his wrists with one hand.
“Weren’t you pretending to be quite obedient just now? Hmm? Why run now?”
Jian Yunchen was pinned to the bed, his cheek sinking into the mattress and becoming slightly deformed from the pressure. He looked up at Qin Mu, cursing in a low voice.
Hearing the string of profanities, the strength in Qin Mu’s hands didn’t diminish. He leaned his upper body closer and asked leisurely, “What are you whispering? Why not let me hear it?”
Jian Yunchen gave him a cold look and granted his wish: “Pervert.”
What an elegant way to swear. Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh.
This laugh caused his strength to scatter. Jian Yunchen, who had been suppressed, acted like a slippery eel and crawled out from under him using both hands and feet.
The light in Qin Mu’s eyes turned cold. He grabbed the ankle of the man who was still crawling forward. His fingers circled the bony ankle perfectly. He pulled back with force.
Jian Yunchen’s lower body was pulled back, causing his upper body to wobble and fall onto the bed. He lay on his back, glaring at Qin Mu who was looming over him, his teeth itching with hatred.
With a slap, he delivered a crisp blow.
The light wasn’t clear, and the position wasn’t quite right. The force that actually landed on Qin Mu’s face wasn’t very strong, yet it still made him daze for a good while.
This was the first time anyone had ever slapped him.
After the slap, Jian Yunchen himself was stunned. His body began to stiffen and his limbs turned cold.
Qin Mu used his tongue to poke the cheek that had been slapped. He laughed out of sheer anger, the emotions churning in his eyes growing deeper. The ankle in his hand stopped struggling, and he slowly tightened his grip.
He looked down at Jian Yunchen, his tone unreadable.
“Done acting out?”
Jian Yunchen instinctively retorted: “Who’s acting out with you?”
Qin Mu raised his hand, forcing Jian Yunchen’s leg to bend until his knee pressed against Qin Mu’s waist. Jian Yunchen’s scalp tingled as he belatedly remembered his ankle was still being held. He kicked out: “Are you a fucking pervert? I’m not like a ‘dead gay’ like you!”
The kick wasn’t particularly heavy or light. Qin Mu let go of his hand and brushed the dust off his shoulder.
He turned back and looked at Jian Yunchen with a laugh, his eyebrows arching slightly:
“A ‘dead gay’ like me?”
“I saved you out of the goodness of my heart and didn’t get half a ’thank you.’ You made a mess of my house and even paraded around in my clothes. And just now, I saved you again, yet now I have to be called a perverted ‘dead gay’ by you.”
Qin Mu’s tone was leisurely and dangerous, though his words said the opposite: “I’m so heartbroken.”
Jian Yunchen: “……”