Chapter 121: The Cold, Crazy School Idol x The Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 29
Mu Jianian lowered his phoenix eyes, displeased by the arm he was being held by. His voice was cold and flat: “Let go.”
Jiang Wanwan’s tearful expression froze for a moment. “Brother Jianian, what’s wrong with you…?”
“Sir, your freshly squeezed juice is ready!”
Mu Jianian pushed Jiang Wanwan away and turned to retrieve his juice.
Jiang Wanwan resumed his weak, tearful pleas: “President Mu… please save me…”
“I’ve never been through anything like this before. I don’t want him to…”
Mu Jianian’s voice remained cold and emotionless. “Get out of my way.”
As he spoke, President Zhao approached.
He was only three parts drunk, fueled by alcohol to act recklessly. Now, seeing Mu Jianian, his exaggerated performance softened slightly.
He walked over. “President Mu, what a coincidence to see you here…”
Mu Jianian nodded. “President Zhao.”
Despite his youth, Mu Jianian held a high position in their circle. It was usually difficult to even get him to have a meal, yet here he was being so cordial.
President Zhao was clearly pleased by the honorific. A smile spread across his face as he pointed at Jiang Wanwan, who was clinging to Mu Jianian.
“President Mu, since you two seem familiar, Old Zhao will give you face. This young master—”
Before he could finish, Mu Jianian cut him off.
“Not familiar.”
Mu Jianian didn’t even glance at Jiang Wanwan, who was standing beside him. He merely nodded slightly to the man reeking of alcohol. His sharp jawline tightened slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, as if encouraging the man.
“We won’t disturb you further. Please, be at ease.”
Jiang Wanwan stood frozen in place, completely stunned.
President Zhao, hearing this, beamed and reached for Jiang Wanwan’s clothes.
Playing coy, are we? Weren’t you just downing shots like there was no tomorrow?
Still, he rather enjoyed this game of cat and mouse. He wouldn’t mind playing a few rounds with her.
As Jiang Wanwan dodged his advances, he regretted choosing such a troublesome man. He was both difficult and utterly useless. If he had a higher status, he might have considered humoring him for some personal gain. But this President Zhao was utterly unremarkable, far beneath his notice.
It wasn’t until he spotted Li Chuan that he cried out in alarm, “Li Chuan!”
After Li Chuan left, Jiang Luoluo soaked in the hot spring for a while.
His mind was in turmoil.
But his husband had been gone for so long without coming out.
It made him feel deeply insecure.
Jiang Luoluo pulled a towel over his shoulders and hurried out, his small legs carrying him through the pebbled path and wooden corridor that led to the private hot springs.
There were many guests today. As he passed the private springs, hidden behind fluttering curtains, he could hear the sounds of laughter and even some blush-inducing banter.
Jiang Luoluo quickened his pace, continuing forward.
Rounding a corner, he collided with someone.
“Are you blind?!” a young voice snapped.
Jiang Luoluo quickly looked up. There were two people. The one he’d bumped into was older, appearing to be in his early thirties. The one who’d yelled was in his early twenties, looking like a college student, and was clinging bonelessly to the other man’s arm.
They seemed to be a couple.
“I’m so sorry for bumping into you. My apologies,” Jiang Luoluo said sincerely, stepping aside to let them pass.
But they didn’t move.
A burning gaze, filled with an ambiguous intensity, settled on Jiang Luoluo’s face, slowly tracing the damp, golden strands of hair that clung to his forehead.
“Let’s go, Brother Fei,” the younger man urged, tugging at the older man’s arm.
The man pushed away the person in his arms, propping his arms on the railing as he scrutinized the one who had bumped into him.
A flawless face, snow-white skin, crimson lips, almond eyes, and rosy cheeks. His wet eyes resembled a fawn in the forest—pure and delicate.
The skin beneath the towel was dazzlingly white, and the fingers gripping the towel’s edge were slender, with meticulously trimmed nails that hinted at a rosy hue. Even his exposed knees were plump and pink.
He was a true masterpiece of human beauty.
“Brother Fei~” the person in his arms whined, trying to pull the man away. He shot Jiang Luoluo a sideways glance, as if resenting his untimely appearance that had interrupted their moment.
The man addressed as “Brother Fei” ignored him, stepping forward to stand before the beauty wrapped in a towel. His eyes blazed with fury. “Whose person are you?”
Jiang Luoluo sensed something amiss and tried to step aside.
In the next instant, the man grabbed his arm. “You haven’t told me whose person you are yet!”
“Let go of me.”
The man’s grip was too tight, even through the towel, and Jiang Luoluo’s arm began to ache.
“Where’s the person who brought you here?” the man asked with a mocking smile. “To leave such a beautiful young thing out here alone… aren’t they afraid someone will steal you away?”
The man’s undisguised gaze and tone filled Jiang Luoluo with revulsion. “Sir, please show some self-respect.”
“Self-respect?”
The man leaned closer. “Oh? Funny, I don’t know what that means.”
Jiang Luoluo frowned and pushed him away, intending to leave. But the man’s steps were faster, blocking him against the railing.
With a yank, he ripped the towel from Jiang Luoluo’s body.
The white shirt, soaked with water, clung to his skin, becoming semi-transparent.
His slender waistline was barely visible beneath the fabric.
The man’s eyes widened. “Even more beautiful than I imagined!”
“Little beauty, why don’t you come with me? I’ll treat you like a queen, and you won’t suffer a moment’s hardship…”
As he spoke, the man reached out to touch Jiang Luoluo’s face.
Jiang Luoluo, never having encountered such a brazen person, shoved him away and cried out frantically, “Husband!”
*Bang!* The man who had been harassing him was kicked to the ground.
Jiang Luoluo turned around to see Mu Jianian’s face contorted with fury. He grabbed a nearby vase and swung it at the man’s head.
A scream echoed through the corridor, followed by a shrill cry from the man’s companion: “Murder! He’s killing him!”
The man struggled to his feet, ready to retaliate against Mu Jianian.
Mu Jianian took two steps forward and slammed another fist into the man’s face.
The man staggered back against the railing, a sticky stream of red blood trickling down his cheek from a gash on his forehead.
Mu Jianian’s eyes were cold as his long, slender fingers gripped the man’s throat, tightening inch by inch.
The man struggled for breath, his limbs flailing wildly.
Mu Jianian’s gaze was dark and obsessive, his eyes burning with a desire to flay the man who had dared to touch his Bao Bao.
Jiang Luoluo stood to the side, watching Mu Jianian’s near-loss of control, his heart pounding in his chest.
A fleeting image flashed through his mind, but he couldn’t grasp it.
This cold, ruthless Mu Jianian was utterly different from the gentle, patient husband who doted on him every day.
Jiang Luoluo’s voice trembled as he reached out a small hand to tug at Mu Jianian’s arm. “Husband…”
The trembling voice snapped Mu Jianian back to his senses.
Slightly regaining his composure, Mu Jianian shook the blood from his hand with a dark grimace, then turned away as if nothing had happened.
His face once again wore its usual clean-cut, gentle expression, and he smiled at Jiang Luoluo. “Don’t be afraid.”
Jiang Luoluo was even more terrified.
The man’s blood had splattered onto Mu Jianian’s forehead, trickling down his dark hair…
A fragmented memory flashed through Jiang Luoluo’s mind. He frowned, shaking his head.
It seemed that Mu Jianian had been injured like this before…
The thought flickered and vanished as Jiang Luoluo was enveloped in a warm embrace. Mu Jianian lowered his head and kissed Jiang Luoluo’s forehead. “Bao Bao, it’s all right now.”
“Your husband is here,” Mu Jianian said.
A gust of wind swept through, causing Jiang Luoluo to shiver.
Mu Jianian draped a towel around him and asked softly, “Are you cold?”
Jiang Luoluo nodded blankly.
Mu Jianian bent down and scooped his terrified, disoriented wife into his arms, then turned and walked away.
Jiang Luoluo clung to Mu Jianian’s shoulder, watching the man clutching his neck with both hands, gasping for air like a fish on the verge of drying out, his face covered in blood.
Terrified, Jiang Luoluo buried his head in Mu Jianian’s chest.
Mu Jianian had been so terrifying just now…
It seemed his husband had two faces…
Jiang Luoluo tightened his grip around Mu Jianian’s neck.
Yet, he only felt safe in Mu Jianian’s arms.
Even though Mu Jianian’s behavior had been so abnormal and terrifying, all he wanted was to curl up completely in his embrace.
It was as if only then could he find a semblance of peace within himself.
The corridor stretched long, passing through the private hot spring area and leading to the public bath area.
More people were present now, men and women alike, all curiously eyeing the person Mu Jianian carried in his arms.
Mu Jianian’s gaze turned cold, suppressing the rage and displeasure simmering within him.
He regretted this.
He shouldn’t have brought Jiang Luoluo out.
His precious treasure was so beautiful, he should have been kept safely locked away in the villa.
He should have been hidden away…
Back in the room, Mu Jianian gently laid Jiang Luoluo on the wooden sofa and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
Diluted blood trickled down his nose bridge and cheeks, stark against his dark eyes, making him look chilling and terrifying.
With a blank expression, Mu Jianian scrubbed the stained areas repeatedly, then slowly cleaned his fingers.
It was like a male lion after a fight, expertly and coldly erasing the traces of the carnage.
He raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror.
His ink-black eyes were consumed by obsessive possessiveness, his phoenix eyes were cold, and even the curve of his cheeks seemed frozen to the bone.
Perhaps he should have maintained his facade as a refined gentleman instead of revealing this side of himself.
But he couldn’t help it.
The thought of those filthy hands touching his treasure, those inferior eyes lingering on his precious one, sent a surge of violent rage through his heart.
He wanted to tear the offender to shreds.
Over the years, he had played his role perfectly.
Yet when it came to his treasure, he lost control…
Rustling footsteps echoed from the room, hesitantly approaching the bathroom.
Mu Jianian lowered his eyes, cupped water to wash his face, and rinsed away the negative emotions that had spilled out.
Water droplets dripped from his fingers, and a small figure appeared at the bathroom door.
Mu Jianian turned his head. His little wife was still wrapped in the towel, his wet eyes shyly fixed on him.
His small hands clutched the towel, his fingers unconsciously curling twice as he called out, “Husband…?”
