Chapter 99#
“Can I do… whatever I want? Can you help… anywhere?”#
“And you, the son of a mistress, what do you amount to?”
These words accurately pierced Qin Zheng’s sensitive and fragile self-esteem.
For so long, he had fought desperately to prove himself just to rid himself of the identity of being a “mistress’s son.” His identity couldn’t see the light of day; in front of outsiders, he could only ever call Qin Yanchen “President Qin.”
And now, he didn’t even have that qualification anymore.
All of this was caused by Qin Mu.
It was Qin Mu who set up Tang Rong to frame him, leading to the rupture of the company’s capital chain.
It was also Qin Mu who forced Jiang Yunhan to get engaged to him, causing him to lose Xiao Han.
Even now, he stood before him with the posture of a victor, flaunting his triumph.
Qin Zheng clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. No longer able to suppress the anger in his heart, he lunged forward and grabbed Qin Mu by the collar.
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared death at Qin Mu: “Qin Mu, don’t get smug too soon. I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done today.”
Qin Mu looked at him indifferently, savoring the burning resentment and humiliation in his eyes.
It had to be like this.
I was only afraid you wouldn’t show up.
Qin Mu thought silently, but his mouth wasn’t lenient at all.
With a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth, he said softly, “You’re shouting so loud, I’m so scared…”
Provoked by the smile, Qin Zheng lost all reason and threw a punch.
Qin Mu dodged to the side, grabbed Qin Zheng’s wrist in a counter-move, and suddenly smiled at him. Qin Zheng dazed at the smile, and in the next instant, Qin Mu suddenly fell to the ground.
He half-sprawled on the ground, the hem of his clothes stained with mud from the lawn. Qin Mu reached out and wiped his cheek; a red mark quickly appeared, making him look disheveled and miserable.
While Qin Zheng was still in a daze—
The beam of a flashlight suddenly shone over.
Accompanied by several different voices shouting, hurried and chaotic footsteps ran toward them.
Qin Zheng’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at Qin Mu.
Qin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a hand to block the light. Seeing Qin Zheng look over, he flashed a provocative smile that vanished instantly in the blinding light.
Several security guards swarmed over, noisily capturing Qin Zheng. Qin Zheng impatiently tried to state his identity. Qin Mu stood up, brushed the dust off his body, straightened his rumpled collar, and said flatly:
“A thief who climbed in from somewhere, looks like a repeat offender. Just send him to the police station.”
The guards didn’t understand who the “Qin Zheng” he kept mentioning was, but they subconsciously chose to believe Qin Mu, who was an overnight guest of the master of the house.
The middle-aged men had great strength; several of them pinned Qin Zheng’s arms, fearing he might escape.
Amidst Qin Zheng’s darkened face and constant shouting about “wanting to see Jiang Yunhan,” he was hustled into a car and driven toward the police station.
Qin Mu watched the car drive away until even the exhaust was gone, stretched his back, and strolled back to his room.
It would be difficult to make Qin Zheng pay a real price based on this one incident, but it was enough to disgust him and farm some hatred points.
Late at night, he lay in bed but couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.
Qin Mu had a quirk: he couldn’t sleep in unfamiliar beds. When he first transmigrated, it took him nearly a month to be able to sleep in his current room. Now that he had changed beds, it was starting again.
He stared at the ceiling and sighed deeply.
Jian Yunchen had a dream.
He dreamt he fell into the deep sea and was tightly entwined by a massive octopus. More terrifyingly, the octopus actually had Qin Mu’s face. In the dream, no matter what he did, he couldn’t escape this horrifying scene; his brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
He let out a groan of pain and slowly opened his eyes.
Having just escaped the dream world, his consciousness hadn’t fully returned, so when he saw Qin Mu’s face, he subconsciously thought he was still dreaming.
Jian Yunchen frowned and pushed him away, but in the next instant, Qin Mu wrapped around him tightly.
He frowned impatiently. Both his hands and feet were bound; he struggled a bit but couldn’t move, so he let it be, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position and closing his eyes while nesting in Qin Mu’s arms.
Just as he closed his eyes, Jian Yunchen suddenly realized something was wrong.
He snapped his head up, saw Qin Mu’s sleeping face, and fury shot straight to his head.
With his limbs unable to move, Jian Yunchen opened his mouth and bit Qin Mu’s face.
The pain stimulated Qin Mu; he let out a soft hiss and, with his eyes still closed, reached up to pry Jian Yunchen’s teeth apart. His voice was husky with sleep: “Stop it…”
Jian Yunchen was forced to let go and was pressed back into Qin Mu’s arms again. Qin Mu rubbed against the top of Jian Yunchen’s head and went back to sleep.
Jian Yunchen couldn’t understand how Qin Mu had such audacity.
He delivered a kick.
Qin Mu fell off the bed and was fully awake now. He rubbed his hair, then leaned against the edge of the bed, smiling at him: “Morning.”
Jian Yunchen’s face was red with anger.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly leaned in. Jian Yunchen lowered his gaze and gently lifted Qin Mu’s chin with his fingertips. The two stared silently into each other’s eyes. Qin Mu’s gaze swept over his curved waist and low-hanging exposed chest, his eyes darkening.
Jian Yunchen slowly approached until their noses touched and their breaths mingled. Qin Mu slowly raised his chin, leaning up toward him.
But the other man lightly dodged.
Jian Yunchen curled his lips into a gentle smile, his fingertips sliding softly across Qin Mu’s face.
The atmosphere was infinitely ambiguous, his gaze infinitely seductive.
He breathed out a soft scent, his finger lightly tapping Qin Mu’s lips: “Qin Mu…”
Qin Mu caught his hand, placed it gently against his lips, and hummed a soft response.
Jian Yunchen leaned even closer, almost pressed against Qin Mu’s ear: “Qin Mu, what do you want to do? Tell me, okay? I can… help you.”
Qin Mu turned his face close, his lips lightly brushing Jian Yunchen’s cheek. The soft sensation made Jian Yunchen freeze for a moment. In the next instant, the man’s low, raspy, magnetic voice rang in his ear.
His tone was playful, still kneading Jian Yunchen’s fingertips, but his words were unexpectedly blunt.
“Can I do… whatever I want? Can you help… anywhere?”
The tips of Jian Yunchen’s ears turned red, instantly understanding what Qin Mu meant.
He yanked his hand back, his fingertips swiping past Qin Mu’s cheek, stirring a slight breeze.
He sat up in bed, glaring at Qin Mu for a long while, then spat out two words through gritted teeth: “Shameless!”
Qin Mu lay by the edge of the bed and started laughing.
Propping his head up, he watched Jian Yunchen get up, his gaze following him into the bathroom until he was out of sight.
Brushing his teeth, Jian Yunchen looked at himself in the mirror. Over the past few days, he had been constantly recalling Qin Mu’s behavior, always sensing an indescribable strangeness.
Thinking of the past, his heart felt half sour and half sweet. A person like Qin Mu would actually show such expressions in front of him.
If someone said Qin Mu didn’t care about him at all, he wouldn’t believe it.
If it were really for Jiang Yunhan, he wouldn’t have had zero emotional reaction upon seeing Jiang Yunhan being forcibly kissed by Qin Zheng last night; he even had a look of anticipation in his eyes.
It was completely different from the possessiveness and paranoia Qin Mu displayed in front of him.
Jian Yunchen turned off the faucet and shook the water off his hands.
Qin Mu must have another agenda.
But no matter how he deduced it, he couldn’t see through to Qin Mu’s ultimate goal.
He wiped the water droplets off his face and looked up at the mirror, which reflected another person’s face behind him.
Jian Yunchen turned around to face him. Looking at the smile on Qin Mu’s face, his anger flared again.
He turned to leave.
But his path was blocked by Qin Mu’s arms.
Qin Mu braced his hands on the sink, cornering him. He slowly leaned in and gave a low chuckle.