Chapter 97#
“You can only look at me.”#
The snake pattern beneath his palm began to burn rapidly through the clothing.
Jian Yunchen gritted his teeth, and in the next instant, his fist swung forward.
The space was narrow, and Qin Mu easily caught his fist. The two of them scuffled and became entangled; the door panel made a loud noise as it was kicked. Qin Mu locked him firmly in his arms, his lowered eyes staring intently at him.
There wasn’t a trace of a smile left in those eyes; instead, they were radiating waves of cold air.
“What were you two chatting about? Why do you have Qin Zheng’s scent on you?”
Jian Yunchen’s eyes widened, and he let out an incredulous “Ha?” He turned his head to look at Qin Mu.
However, he was stared at so seriously by Qin Mu that his body softened for a moment. His Adam’s apple rolled. “Is it any of your business? Even if he touched me, what does it have to do with you?”
Qin Mu gave a cold laugh and pressed closer inch by inch. Those eyes, usually so skilled at feigning expressions, now revealed a terrifying possessiveness and paranoia. He laughed chillingly, his gaze pressing down with tangible weight as he locked eyes with Jian Yunchen.
Jian Yunchen’s eyelashes trembled slightly; under the intensity of Qin Mu’s gaze, his body was actually unable to move.
“You can only look at me.”
Qin Mu traced Jian Yunchen’s features with his eyes, finally settling back on his pupils, watching his own reflection in those small, shimmering pools.
“Whether it’s hate or love, your gaze can only have me in it.”
Jian Yunchen’s breathing quickened for a moment, his pupils constricting slightly.
Madman!
He abruptly raised his hand and delivered a slap.
Qin Mu turned his head slightly, and a light pink finger mark quickly surfaced on his fair face.
“Get lost! I never want to see you again!”
Jian Yunchen growled low, shoved him aside, turned, and pulled open the door.
Qin Mu reached out to touch his stinging cheek and gave a soft “hiss.”
Jian Yunchen’s movements paused, but he didn’t look back and walked straight out.
The door slowly swung shut. Qin Mu watched his angry back, and suddenly, the corners of his lips curled into a smile.
Just as Jian Yunchen pushed open the main door, he saw the person he had just said he never wanted to see again.
His gaze darkened, and his fingertips tightened slightly.
Qin Mu still wore that same nonchalant smile. The redness on his cheek hadn’t even faded yet—a new injury added before the old one had healed—making it particularly conspicuous on his cold, pale skin.
Seeing that Jian Yunchen had returned, he even flashed a smile and greeted him.
Jian Yunchen clenched his hand into a fist, feeling that Qin Mu’s smiling face was incredibly eyesore; he wished he could just swing a punch at it.
He turned, intending to head to the second floor, but was called back halfway by Jiang Sheng.
“Yunchen.” He called out softly, but his tone brooked no argument: “Dinner is about to start. Leave after you’ve eaten.”
Jian Yunchen paused, turned slightly to look at Jiang Sheng.
In the end, he stayed.
The several of them ate dinner together at the table. The Jiang family rule of “no speaking while eating” was completely broken due to Qin Mu’s arrival.
Qin Mu was sweet-talked and knew how to handle people; he made Jiang Sheng laugh several times at the dinner table.
The satisfaction in the depths of Jiang Sheng’s eyes couldn’t be hidden. The way he looked at Qin Mu was full of the warmth of treating him like family.
“Qin Mu, what happened to your face?”
The redness on Qin Mu’s cheek caught Jiang Sheng’s attention. At the table, he took the opportunity to express his concern.
Qin Mu touched his cheek with his fingertips and smiled: “Scratched by a little kitten, it’s no hindrance.”
Jian Yunchen’s fingertips tightened.
“We have a pet at home?” Jiang Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly. “The temperament is a bit too fierce. It might be good to send it to a pet center to manage its personality.”
Jian Yunchen bit his lower lip hard and raised his eyes to glare gloomily at Qin Mu.
Qin Mu caught his gaze and smiled subtly: “It doesn’t matter, I like them wild.”
Jiang Sheng said no more. As dinner reached its end, a lingering pleasure still hung about his eyes. Jiang Sheng patted Qin Mu on the shoulder and said meaningfully:
“Qin Mu, I’ll be relying on you to take care of Xiao Han in the future. You two have been close since you were young anyway, so I feel very at ease leaving him to you. Our two families supporting each other—”
“What do you mean by that?”
Jiang Sheng’s unfinished words were interrupted by Jian Yunchen.
He raised his eyes and swept them inch by inch across the faces of Qin Mu and Jiang Sheng, his expression so dark it looked like it could drip water.
Jiang Yunhan was even more shocked. No one could fail to hear the subtext of those words. He frowned deeply and refused loudly: “Dad! I never said I wanted to be with Qin Mu! It’s even more impossible for me to marry him!”
Jiang Sheng’s eyes darkened, and his brow pressed down slightly. “Xiao Han, you are still young. Now is not the time for you to be willful.”
Jian Yunchen slammed his bowl and chopsticks down heavily. He glared at Qin Mu and spoke sinisterly: “Qin Mu, did you know about this?”
Qin Mu blinked. He truly didn’t know.
Jiang Sheng was even more anxious than he had anticipated. As expected, human desire and greed are bottomless pits.
However, he gave a gentle smile and shook his head lightly.
“Uncle Jiang indeed didn’t mention this to me beforehand.”
Jian Yunchen’s expression softened slightly, but it quickly turned completely black because of the next sentence.
“But I have no objection.”
He looked up at Jiang Sheng, a proper smile playing on his lips: “Since Uncle Jiang is willing to trust me, I naturally won’t fail that trust.”
Jian Yunchen suddenly slapped the table and stood up. The friction between the chair and the floor produced a loud, piercing screech, causing the air to freeze for an instant.
Qin Mu watched his retreating back as he turned and left, quickly disappearing from sight. He retracted his gaze, letting it fall on the red wine still slightly swirling in his glass.
Jiang Yunhan seemed to want to argue further, but seeing Jiang Sheng’s expression darken and receiving a warning-like glance, he opened his mouth and ultimately said nothing.
After dinner, he wasn’t in a hurry to leave.
According to the original plot, after Jian Yunchen’s sabotage, the relationship between Jiang Yunhan and Qin Zheng would suffer a conflict and fall into a cold war. ‘Qin Mu’ would then take advantage of the opening to pay great court to Jiang Yunhan, sparking Qin Zheng’s dissatisfaction and wariness.
Only now, with Qin Mu’s interference, the plot trajectory had deviated a little. Jiang Sheng actually intended for Jiang Yunhan and Qin Mu to get engaged to achieve his goals.
Qin Mu turned off his phone screen. The message page that flashed by was his conversation with Qin Zheng.
One could only imagine how lively it would be tonight after Qin Zheng learned this news.
When Jiang Sheng asked him to stay the night, Qin Mu didn’t decline. He took the opportunity to stay and quietly made his way to the back garden under the cover of night.
He had just reached the depths of the garden when the good show had already begun.
Qin Zheng had used some unknown method to climb inside. Jiang Yunhan, worried about alerting others, was speaking to him in a low, suppressed voice.
Qin Zheng’s face was agitated, his voice rising higher and higher. He even grabbed Jiang Yunhan’s arms excitedly in his agitation, while Jiang Yunhan looked helpless, his brow furrowed, busy trying to watch out for others while also trying to soothe Qin Zheng’s emotions.
The backs of the two were stretched into an infinitely ambiguous silhouette under the moonlight. Qin Mu slowly curled his lips as he watched this scene.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a familiar figure behind a large tree.
Interest ignited in the depths of his eyes. His shadow flickered as he pressed up behind the other person.
The person shuddered violently and instantly turned to look at him.
Upon seeing Qin Mu’s face, their eyes widened rapidly, like a startled cat.
Qin Mu slowly lowered his head, pressing against the person’s ear as he asked: