Chapter 8#

You like it so much, don’t you want it?#

The cynical smile on Qin Mu’s face didn’t change at all, and he didn’t offer a rebuttal.

After Qin Yanchen finished speaking, he took large strides and left first.

Qin Qiaosen, who remained standing there, turned pale and then green, his expression so stifled it was nearly black. He opened his mouth and murmured an explanation toward Qin Mu: “Brother, I really didn’t push him. I just touched him lightly a few times. Who knew he was so weak that he’d fall into the water with one touch?”

The curve of Qin Mu’s smile remained unchanged, but a cold glint quickly flashed deep in his eyes.

This original protagonist… was a bit more interesting than he had imagined.

Since it had nothing to do with him, he didn’t intend to meddle further. Qin Mu stood up, stretched his limbs, and thinking of the “little mouse” locked upstairs, he planned to take his leave.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Jiang Sheng, who was still sitting in his original place.

Jiang Sheng’s expression was indifferent as he raised his sharp eyes to meet his gaze.

Qin Mu smiled, waved his hand, and made a polite exit.

When he returned to the room, the waiter was standing dutifully at the door, never having left. But when he pushed the door open, he found it empty.

A breeze blew through the open window, causing the curtains to flutter before slowly falling back into place.

The waiter behind him widened his eyes. Qin Mu walked to the window and looked down; a rope made of tied-up bedsheets was still swaying against the wall.

In the night air, Qin Mu’s eyes gradually darkened.

He actually dared to jump from the third floor.

What a bold one.

A week had passed since the banquet.

In these seven days, Qin Mu had attended four drinking sessions and listened to three rounds of tearful complaints before he completely figured out the backgrounds of this group of rich second-generation heirs.

He also took the opportunity to map out the current power structure of the Qin Corporation.

The Qin family was a large clan with complex, intertwined relationships. On the surface, the head of the family was his so-called father, Qin Yanchen, but the actual power was carved up by several branches of the family, acting as checks and balances for one another. The person who truly made the final decisions on major matters was Old Man Qin, Qin Zelin, who seemingly lived in retirement.

However, Old Man Qin’s health had been deteriorating over the last few years. Every one of the descendants below him was restless, all of them attempting to take over that massive seat of power.

Among them, the one with the most momentum was naturally the original protagonist, Qin Zheng.

To compete with Qin Zheng, who possessed “protagonist’s halo,” Qin Mu—an outside force—could easily suffer a backlash. He wasn’t a petty person; if Qin Zheng truly wanted it, it wasn’t impossible to give it to him.

However, since he had transmigrated into this body, the Qin Corporation belonged to him.

As for how to give it and what to give, he would be the one to decide.

On this day, Qin Qiaosen organized another gathering. After several rounds of drinks, the conversation flowed more freely.

Qin Qiaosen had drunk quite a bit, his speech becoming hazy: “Brother, why have you been so interested in the company lately? Didn’t you used to be too lazy to care?”

Qin Mu leaned back against the sofa, casually pushing away the person who was swaying drunkenly. His eyes remained perfectly clear as he took a sip of wine and replied casually: “Mm, I’m not interested. It’s just because Qin Yanchen is always nagging in my ear. It’s annoying to listen to.”

Everyone knew the relationship between the two was poor, but in the past, it hadn’t reached the point of referring to him by name.

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Qiaosen sobered up a bit, and the atmosphere became slightly subtle for a moment.

Qin Mu acted as if he hadn’t noticed; he simply wasn’t used to calling someone “father.”

Someone else smiled and steered the conversation elsewhere: “Young Master Qin, I heard you recently picked up a beautiful college student. Is he tender?”

“Hey, how come we haven’t seen you bring him out to play with us yet?”

“A college student… does he know how to serve people?”

The glances exchanged among the group were suggestive, as if they had already envisioned the entire process.

Qin Mu sat to the side, smiling without saying a word.

That smile held no warmth; instead, it carried a hint of cold amusement.

Seeing the topic becoming more and more overboard, he gave a light cough and swept a glance around the circle.

Over the past few days, everyone felt that Qin Mu had changed in some indescribable way. Though his appearance was the same, his temperament had become extremely oppressive. With just that one light glance, the original sounds of joking and teasing gradually died down.

Qin Mu didn’t say anything more. Once that episode passed, the group began drinking again.

By the end, four people at the table had collapsed.

They all had long-term reserved rooms at this club; when they got drunk, they could just go upstairs to sleep. Qin Mu had also drunk quite a bit and didn’t feel like moving much, so he called the waiters to send the others back to their rooms one by one.

When he swiped the card for his own room, his movements paused.

The window wasn’t closed. The curtains fluttered in the wind and fell with a soft rustle.

The door slowly closed, cutting off all external light.

A chill entered his gaze, and the curve of his lips gradually turned cold.

Which blind fool was it this time?

A very distinct “click” suddenly sounded in the room.

The door behind him had been locked.

Immediately after, a warm breath suddenly pressed close behind him. Qin Mu, having anticipated this, flashed to the side and pinned the person against the door panel with a backhand move.

With a heavy “thud,” the person didn’t seem flustered; the strength of their resistance felt like they were merely playing around.

In the silent confrontation, Qin Mu caught the faint scent of the person beneath him. The familiar smell allowed his tense muscles to relax.

He let out a low laugh, leaned forward, and rested his chin on the other’s shoulder. His nose brushed inadvertently past the back of the other’s ear. The person beneath him trembled for a moment, and their resistance grew a bit stronger.

An elbow struck Qin Mu’s abdomen. Qin Mu let out a muffled groan and pressed closer, using his body to suppress the other’s squirming.

“Don’t move.”

He lowered his voice, his breath brushing against the other’s ear.

Qin Mu freed one hand, pinching the person’s face to turn them toward him. He looked down at those protesting eyes and couldn’t help but smile: “Waiting for me in my room? You’re quite bold, Jian Yunchen.”

The hand pinching the face let go and slid down the spine. Qin Mu enunciated clearly: “Have you finished your bath?”

Jian Yunchen: “…”

The place that had been gently brushed over felt as if it were on fire, even through the layer of fabric. He moved his wrists, the strength of the restraint suddenly loosened, and with a soft “snap,” the room became brightly lit.

Qin Mu carried a heavy scent of alcohol. He let go of Jian Yunchen and went straight to sit on the sofa, leaning his head back against the cushion, his jawline sharp and smooth.

A dark shadow pressed down on him. Qin Mu opened his eyes to see Jian Yunchen with one knee resting on the edge of the sofa, the cushion sinking slightly. He reached out and slowly, methodically straightened Qin Mu’s messy collar.

Jian Yunchen kept his eyes downcast, his slender white fingers fiddling with the collar. His movements were deliberately slow, his cool fingertips occasionally brushing against Qin Mu’s neck as he buttoned the studs that were about to fall off one by one. Qin Mu had an expression that said “do as you please,” his peach-blossom eyes half-lidded as he watched him with interest.

After tidying up, Jian Yunchen looked down at Qin Mu from his higher position, then suddenly curled his lips.

This was the first time Qin Mu had seen such an expression on Jian Yunchen’s face. His guarded, cold features seemed to become soft and seductive.

The shape of Jian Yunchen’s eyes was somewhat rounded—a pair of eyes that rarely looked aggressive. When he gazed at you with eyes as shimmering as water, what was hidden deep within was a fatal danger. He was like a man-eating flower waiting for its prey to step into the trap—appearing fragile and beautiful, but delivering a lethal blow.

He emitted an irresistible aura.

He lightly caressed the side of Qin Mu’s face, his voice tender as if he were whispering sweet nothings. “Do I look good?”

“You look good.” Qin Mu grabbed the fingertips that were rubbing against his neck and lightly lifted his eyelids, admitting it frankly.

Jian Yunchen had expected this answer. The corners of his mouth tilted up slightly, and he slowly brought his face closer. His warm breath lightly swept over the peak of Qin Mu’s lips, leaving behind a wave of itching: “Young Master Qin, since you like me so much, don’t you want it?”

Qin Mu’s gaze paused for a moment, and his expression turned strangely odd for a rare second.

“I can help you get Jiang Yunhan, Young Master Qin.”

Jian Yunchen’s next sentence interrupted the train of thought that was gradually veering off track in Qin Mu’s mind.

Qin Mu let out an “Oh” of understanding. He curled his lips, pinched Jian Yunchen’s cheek, and spoke with a hint of a smile: “Hmm? With just you?”