Chapter 95#

“You’re not the villain; you’re mine.”#

Qin Mu was braving the cold wind, the frivolous smiles gone from his lips, his gaze darkening as he looked at him.

Jian Yunchen froze for a moment, and in the next second, his clenched fist swung directly at Qin Mu’s face.

Qin Mu didn’t dodge, taking the punch head-on. His head snapped to the side, the bitter taste of blood instantly filling his mouth as a trail of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.

Jian Yunchen didn’t stop. His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth gritted as he grabbed Qin Mu’s collar and pulled him close, demanding: “Qin Mu! Do you think playing with me is fun?”

Qin Mu raised a hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, then used his blood-stained thumb to smear it across Jian Yunchen’s lips. Jian Yunchen was momentarily stunned as his pale pink lower lip was stained a vibrant red.

“It is fun.” Qin Mu looked at his state and actually curled his lips into a smile.

Jian Yunchen’s eyes reddened further at the smile. His grip tightened, and he punched again. This time he didn’t hold back; the force was so great that Qin Mu’s head whipped to the side, and he half-fell onto the ground.

Layers of dust were kicked up from the ground. The old motion-sensor lights flickered, casting shifting shadows over the two men.

Jian Yunchen sat astride Qin Mu, gripping his collar with both hands, forcing him to look into his eyes.

Even with the injuries on his face, Qin Mu’s handsomeness wasn’t diminished in the slightest. He propped himself up slightly, looking at him calmly, showing no intention of resisting.

Instead, it was this indifferent attitude that fanned the flames of anger in Jian Yunchen’s heart.

The commotion of the argument attracted the curiosity of residents on other floors. Many people began to look over. Jian Yunchen’s fingers tightened and loosened repeatedly. The sound of people gossiping about Qin Mu reached his ears, and some were even secretly taking videos with their phones.

His eyes darkened. He grabbed Qin Mu’s collar and dragged him into the house, slamming the door behind him.

Reason in his mind was consumed by fury. He pinned Qin Mu against the wall with one hand on his collar, staring at him fiercely. “Why didn’t you fight back?”

Qin Mu looked down at him. Though he was being interrogated, his eyes were red, and his expression was one of extreme grievance.

He sighed softly, wanting to reach out and cup his face.

But Jian Yunchen slapped his hand away. Releasing the collar, he suddenly clamped his hand around Qin Mu’s neck, tightening his grip. Qin Mu was forced to tilt his head back. With bloodshot eyes, Jian Yunchen demanded harshly: “You still want to play with me even now?”

“Was everything you did just to be with Jiang Yunhan?”

“Was approaching me also for Jiang Yunhan?”

His tone was cold and his gaze malicious, yet the fingers tightened around the neck were trembling slightly.

Qin Mu looked down at him, his Adam’s apple moving with difficulty against the palm of his hand, his gaze fixed on the other’s face, never wavering.

He said softly: “Yes.”

“Qin Mu!” His grip tightened sharply, almost to the point of being unable to breathe. Jian Yunchen leaned in, his voice shaking: “Just what am I to you!”

Qin Mu’s breath fanned against his cheek, growing weak. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head back as he watched Jian Yunchen approach inch by inch. At that moment, an image of Jian Yunchen with flushed cheeks leaning in for a kiss flashed in his mind.

He curled his lips slightly and whispered, “Jian Yunchen, I told you—don’t provoke me.”

Jian Yunchen’s fingers froze.

His bloodshot eyes seemed unable to hold back the tears anymore, blurring his vision. Unwilling to let Qin Mu see, he abruptly let go and turned to leave.

Qin Mu was slightly taken aback. He caught his wrist and dragged him back.

“Where are you going?”

Jian Yunchen turned his head to glare at him. “Don’t you love Jiang Yunhan? I’ll go drive and crash into him right now, so you two can be a pair of ghost lovers and be affectionate in the eighteenth level of hell!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but want to laugh at his words, but his tight grip refused to loosen again.

Jian Yunchen misunderstood the reaction, assuming that mentioning Jiang Yunhan had changed Qin Mu’s attitude. His struggle became more violent. This was no longer a minor scuffle; Jian Yunchen didn’t hold back. In the struggle, Qin Mu took several more punches to his body and face.

Qin Mu grabbed the man’s wrists, threw him onto the sofa, and pinned him down. Jian Yunchen looked up at him from the sofa, roaring in anger: “Get out! I never want to see you again! I’m breaking up with you!”

The anger he had been suppressing was ignited by these words. Qin Mu let out a “Ha” and blurted out: “Have we ever even been together?”

As soon as these words were spoken, both of them froze.

Qin Mu closed his mouth, and the strength pinning the other’s hands loosened.

Because of those words, the anger in Jian Yunchen’s mind instantly receded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of grievance.

He threw his arm over his eyes to cover them. Tears kept gushing out, streaming down his cheeks and hitting the sofa beneath him.

They also hit the core of Qin Mu’s heart.

Qin Mu’s cold heart was soaked by those tears, causing small, ink-colored flowers to bloom one after another, more and more of them.

He leaned down and held Jian Yunchen firmly in his arms.

Jian Yunchen stopped resisting; he only cried harder, soaking the collar at the side of Qin Mu’s neck. With trembling fingers, he gripped Qin Mu’s collar tightly and asked in a shaky voice: “You promised me… You said you didn’t like him anymore. You said you would try to like me…”

“You lied to me.”

“Qin Mu, you lied to me…”

The trembling voice accused him. The broken sentences stabbed at Qin Mu’s heart. He couldn’t refute it, and he couldn’t explain everything to him.

He could only hold him tighter.

He whispered into his ear: “I’m sorry…”

Jian Yunchen sobbed, his tears flowing more freely. He wrapped his arms tightly around Qin Mu’s neck and shook his head uncontrollably:

“I don’t want it… I don’t want it. You must be lying to me, Qin Mu…”

“Everyone goes to love Jiang Yunhan, so what about me?”

“Qin Mu, what about me? Who is going to love me?”

The grievance in those questions made Qin Mu’s chest ache with a sour pain. His breathing trembled as he held Jian Yunchen tightly.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I will help you.”

Jian Yunchen was weeping so much that his vision was blurred; he couldn’t hear Qin Mu’s words clearly at all.

Qin Mu straightened up and placed his hand firmly over Jian Yunchen’s eyes.

The wetness soaked into his palm, making Qin Mu’s heart tremble.

He slowly leaned down and, through the palm of his hand, planted a kiss.

Qin Mu murmured:

“You’re not the villain; you’re mine.”

Jian Yunchen didn’t understand the meaning of this sentence at first.

It wasn’t until many years later that he suddenly realized.

Qin Mu’s collar was grabbed once again. The injury on the corner of his mouth hadn’t fully healed yet, with a small dark scab remaining. Combined with his nonchalant expression, he looked somewhat comical.

He calmly looked up, sweeping his eyes over the angry features of the man in front of him. He reached out to brush the hand away and gently patted the wrinkled collar.

It was as if he had been touched by something dirty.

With a cold smile playing on his lips, Qin Mu propped up his face and looked at him teasingly, asking softly: