Chapter 71#
“Does it hurt?”#
He only glanced at the proposal finally submitted by “Jiang Ming” before understanding it perfectly.
The nights Qin Mu spent staying up with him, of course, couldn’t be wasted.
He curved his lips and smiled. Jian Yunchen won.
77: “…”
[Host, you’ve violated the rules! Do you still remember your mission?]
The pleasure in Qin Mu’s eyebrows hadn’t faded yet.
He casually asked, “Aren’t I doing my mission?”
77 was practically going crazy. The protagonist had failed, what kind of mission was he doing?
[Where exactly have you been doing your mission properly?]
“Didn’t you tell me to stop him?” Qin Mu asked, “Did Jian Yunchen finally replace Jiang Yunhan’s proposal?”
The system felt guilty: “…”
[No.]
“Then how am I not stopping him?”
“…”
77 felt the host was being unreasonable.
[Host, you can’t do this. Have you forgotten that you can only return to your original world after completing the mission?]
Qin Mu said indifferently, “I think this is pretty good too.”
77’s alarm bells instantly rang: [Please do not slack off; actively complete your mission!]
Qin Mu snorted, ignoring it.
The system’s warning still echoed in his mind:
[Host, please act according to the original plot. Do not make your own decisions, and absolutely no more opportunistic behavior!]
The playful smile in Qin Mu’s eyes slowly turned cold. He sneered.
“Stop bothering me with your broken multiple-choice questions. I know what I’m doing.”
“…”
[Developing unnecessary emotional entanglements with the villain, as determined by algorithm, is an action that should be avoided.]
“Shut up.” Qin Mu said coldly, “If you make another sound, I’ll dismantle you.”
“…”
77 was just a small system, and already lacked confidence when facing Qin Mu, this big villain.
After being intimidated by his cold expression, its blue light slowly faded, and it completely fell silent.
So fierce…
I wonder how the villain puts up with it…
It thought silently.
The next second after the system went silent, there was a knock on the office door.
After Qin Mu put away his smile, his cold face exuded too much intimidating pressure. Ji Weiyi paused slightly, his gaze subtly scrutinizing Qin Mu.
He didn’t just look like a rich second-generation heir who indulged in daily pleasures.
However, he found it increasingly interesting.
If the boss wasn’t a fool, then the game could truly begin.
Ji Weiyi pretended not to see the displeasure in his eyes, placed the documents in his hand on Qin Mu’s desk, stood before him, and reported: “Qin Zheng’s side replied that they need a few days to consider. Tang Rong’s side has already agreed.”
Qin Mu flipped through the documents, then sneered, “He agreed?”
“It really is…” He commented, “the end of the road.”
“The Qin Corporation sent a notice; there’s a board meeting tomorrow morning.”
Qin Mu nodded, “Okay, arrange the time.”
Ji Weiyi smiled faintly, “Alright, President Shan. Do you need me to make time for you at noon?”
Qin Mu paused, then looked up at him.
From a professional standpoint, there was nothing wrong with Ji Weiyi’s words, but Qin Mu simply disliked his smile.
“Where’s Wen Xing? Do I need you to arrange things for me?”
Ji Weiyi seemed somewhat troubled, “President Shan, Assistant Wen is ill and resting recently, so I have to take over his work.”
“…”
Qin Mu had a headache: “If you mess with Wen Xing until he resigns, you won’t need to come in either.”
Ji Weiyi smiled, “Please rest assured.”
The project settled. Jian Yunchen’s team had worked hard for a long time, so he took the opportunity to invite everyone to dinner.
The whole team cheered and headed straight for the restaurant Jian Yunchen had booked in advance after work.
After everyone had eaten their fill, they suggested moving to another venue.
Jian Yunchen didn’t mind and followed them.
After a meal and drinks, everyone’s relationship with Jian Yunchen became much closer.
Although Jian Yunchen was the CEO’s youngest son, he was unpretentious, hardworking, serious, and humble. Everyone was willing to chat with someone like him.
He never refused a toast. With one toast after another, Jian Yunchen ended up drinking quite a bit.
Unconsciously, it was already late at night.
The initially crowded group had dwindled to just a few scattered individuals. Everyone had pretty much finished drinking, and when they asked Jian Yunchen,
he simply said someone was coming to pick him up.
As for who it was, everyone knew.
The person he’d been having lunch with every day lately, was Qin Mu, who had caused quite a stir in the city recently.
Everyone exchanged knowing smiles and good-naturedly teased:
“Xiao Chen’s boyfriend is so good to you, how sweet.”
Jian Yunchen smiled, but his eyes held a hint of coldness.
“He is very good to me.”
After most people had left, Jian Yunchen looked at the pitch-black sky and let out a long breath.
He sat on a pillar by the entrance, alcohol churning in his stomach, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
Jian Yunchen had visited Jian Xin today. He happened to catch Jian Xin having an episode. The emaciated woman tore the bedsheets into strips, and the iron chains had chafed her wrists raw and bloody.
Jiang Sheng’s punishment for her was to ignore her every time Jian Xin had an episode.
He made her endure the torment until she could no longer bear it and passed out.
This cycle repeated endlessly.
This was Jiang Sheng’s revenge against her.
In her slightly protruding eyeballs, Jian Yunchen saw his own reflected face. He listened to her cry out his name as if shedding blood.
He held her hand and sat beside her for half an hour.
The alcohol went to his head. What appeared in his mind were the woman’s soft hands and her naturally fragrant hair.
The scratches on the back of his hand still stung. Jian Yunchen felt a dull ache in his chest, wave after wave. He chuckled somewhat self-deprecatingly. He pressed hard on the lingering wound on the back of his hand until blood welled up and pain overwhelmed his mind. Only then did he seem to feel the tightness in his chest ease a little.
He lowered his eyes, watching the blood slowly trickle down his hand, falling from his fingertips, staining the ground into a dark inkblot. His gaze gradually became numb.
The more blood flowed, the weaker the pain became.
“Does it hurt?”
Jian Yunchen’s spine stiffened. The moment the voice came out, he thought he was hallucinating.
Otherwise, how could he hear Qin Mu’s voice at this moment?
He sharply turned his head, instinctively putting his hand behind his back.
Qin Mu stood a few steps away, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Smoke obscured his expression, his eyes fixed intently on Jian Yunchen.
The light from the streetlamp shone from behind and to his side, outlining the sharp contour of his shoulders.
Jian Yunchen felt guilty for some reason. He stood up, his steps beginning to retreat.
“What are you hiding for?”
Qin Mu tossed the cigarette, took a sudden step forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him over.
His hand was lifted. Blood flowed down his arm, disappearing into his shirt cuff.
Jian Yunchen had just come out from indoors and hadn’t had time to put on his jacket; he was only wearing a thin shirt. When Qin Mu’s bottomless eyes bore down on him, a chill quickly spread from the soles of his feet to his fingertips. He wanted to hide, but as he struggled, his wrist was gripped even tighter by Qin Mu.
Qin Mu’s gaze deepened. He tightened his grip, lifting the wrist he held upwards. Jian Yunchen was passively pulled closer. He only heard Qin Mu ask in a cold voice:
“Now you know to hide from me?”