Chapter 88#
Mission Failure or Mission Success#
Qin Mu gently stroked the strands of hair falling on Jian Yunchen’s forehead.
Black hair dangled over his brow, covering his closed eyes.
The sleeping Jian Yunchen looked much more docile, his eyelashes drooping densely, casting a small shadow on his eyelids, and his cheeks still held a faint flush.
Qin Mu shifted his body, his lean back muscles fully visible, with a few ambiguous finger marks showing. He pulled over the thin quilt beside him and gently covered Jian Yunchen with it.
Jian Yunchen frowned slightly, his hands fumbling aimlessly until his fingertips touched Qin Mu, then he quieted down. He curled up and slowly sank into a deeper sleep.
Qin Mu watched his movements, a smile in his eyes. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Jian Yunchen’s hair.
The system, forced into darkness, finally saw the light of day again.
Its red light flickered incessantly, and it could no longer hold back from reminding:
[Host, the plot has deviated significantly. The villain has now surpassed the protagonist. You must guide the original plot back on track.]
[If you fail the mission, you will face the punishment of soul obliteration.]
A cold glint flashed in Qin Mu’s eyes.
He raised his eyes to look at the system floating in mid-air, remaining silent.
Threads of emotion ebbed and flowed in Qin Mu’s eyes. No one could guess what he was thinking in those silent seconds.
He suddenly asked, “As long as the villain is suppressed by the protagonist, the mission will be considered complete?”
77 blinked, and its calm, unwavering voice announced:
[As long as the villain is suppressed by the protagonist and enters the final outcome, then the mission is successful.]
Qin Mu lowered his eyes and softly agreed, “Okay.”
“I know what to do. Don’t come out unless you have to, your red light is hurting my eyes.”
77: [……]
The system disappeared into thin air.
Qin Mu lowered his gaze to Jian Yunchen’s face. He was sleeping trustingly beside him, his brows relaxed, his breathing deep and long, his cheeks rosy, even his dreams looked good.
His fingertips gently brushed away the stray hairs from Jian Yunchen’s eyes.
Qin Mu lowered his head and kissed his closed eyelids.
Jian Yunchen’s eyelids fluttered, but showed no sign of opening.
“I will let you win,”
Qin Mu said softly.
The next morning, Jian Yunchen slowly opened his eyes.
He looked around with confused eyes. The simple furnishings, the minimalist decor, the black and white color scheme, and a faint scent of Qin Mu in the air.
This is…
Qin Mu’s room.
Jian Yunchen’s ear tips turned red. He reached out and touched the still warm spot beside him in the bed.
He turned on his phone, and the first message displayed was from Qin Mu.
“Breakfast is in the microwave. Eat it before you go to work.”
He pursed his lips, his fingertips excitedly replying with a ‘Okay’.
His gaze fell on the time, and the clear “9:32” came into view.
His spine stiffened, and he hastily got up to find his clothes.
The agreed-upon transaction time with “Zhaohui” was at five in the afternoon.
When he arrived at the company, fully dressed, he expected a reprimand from Jiang Sheng. On the way, he had even prepared an excuse.
But unexpectedly, Jiang Sheng just looked at him deeply a few times, and brushed over his lateness lightly.
He even praised him several times at the end of the morning meeting, which was unprecedented.
Jian Yunchen’s brows furrowed, and he stared at him suspiciously for a long time.
Only then did he realize that he wasn’t dreaming.
Later, he understood the reason for Jiang Sheng’s unusual behavior today.
He praised, “Good methods.”
Manager Shan had contacted him first thing in the morning, pushing back the delivery date by a week.
Jian Yunchen’s spine straightened, and he calmly accepted the compliment.
He thought expressionlessly that maybe Manager Shan had taken a liking to him.
Perverted.
The moment he turned, Jian Yunchen paused and then turned back to ask, “Where’s Jiang Yunhan?”
Jiang Sheng didn’t even look up.
“He’s not feeling well and took leave.”
Jian Yunchen shrugged. He guessed that Jiang Yunhan might be hiding at home crying after losing so embarrassingly this time.
He curled his lips and turned to leave.
When he returned to the Jiang family for dinner that evening, Jiang Sheng’s strangeness had not faded.
Wealthy people have many etiquettes, and the Jiang family had even more. They ate in silence and slept in silence, and even the sound of knives and forks was not allowed.
Jian Yunchen lowered his eyes to the bloody beef on his plate, unable to understand Jiang Sheng’s taste.
If he liked eating raw food so much, why didn’t he go gnaw on a cow.
“Screech—”
A sharp, grating sound broke the silence at the dinner table.
Jian Yunchen put down his cutlery and pushed his plate forward.
Wu Ma, who was serving, looked at Jian Yunchen’s action and immediately turned to look at Jiang Sheng with a terrified expression.
Jiang Sheng slowly swallowed the bite he was eating and then slowly looked up at Jian Yunchen on the other side.
The light cast a soft glow on his profile, making even his unruly eyes look more pleasing.
He picked up the tablecloth, wiped his mouth, and said slowly, “Not to your taste?”
Jian Yunchen ignored him. He looked at Wu Ma and smiled slightly.
“Wu Ma, I’m not used to steak and I can’t use a knife and fork. Can you not serve this dish from now on?”
Wu Ma frowned with difficulty, secretly glancing at Jiang Sheng’s expression.
Jiang Sheng neither said yes nor no.
He simply said softly, “Besides steak, there are many other dishes.”
Jian Yunchen’s smile faltered slightly, and his gaze slowly swept over the dishes on the table.
Indeed, there were many dishes, dazzling and appealing, with even many he couldn’t name.
He withdrew his gaze, looked at Wu Ma, tilted his head slightly at her, and smiled, “I want to eat egg fried rice.”
Jiang Sheng’s fingertips tightened.
He seemed not to notice Jiang Sheng’s tightening lips and continued, “Use less oil, put in the rice before the egg, no scallions, no cilantro.”
Wu Ma dared not move and hesitated, “Young Master, this…”
Jian Yunchen’s smile remained unchanged, and he casually glanced at Jiang Sheng.
Jiang Sheng had already started eating his steak again. After a while, he nodded slightly.
Wu Ma retreated to the kitchen as if relieved.
Ten minutes later, Jian Yunchen got his long-awaited egg fried rice.
The chef at the Jiang family was naturally excellent. Even a simple egg fried rice was fried to be soft, smooth, and fragrant.
He ate happily.
Jian Yunchen noticed the change in Jiang Sheng’s attitude towards him.
He ate the meal with a smile, and before leaving the table, he seemed to just notice.
“Where’s Jiang Yunhan?”
Jiang Sheng paused his movements and replied, “He’s not hungry.”
Jiang Yunhan was indeed not hungry, or rather, he didn’t have the right to be hungry.
In the dim room, the faint moonlight quietly spilled on him. There was no bed or stool in the room. The only thing that could be called furniture was a large mirror, standing coldly, reflecting everything.
Here, the flow of time became slow and blurry.
He didn’t know how long had passed.
He stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror.
Suddenly.
A loud crack.
The mirror suddenly shattered.