TYMRHBDES Chapter 129

Chapter 129: The Cold, Crazy School Heartthrob x Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 37

On the way back from the Jiang Family, Jiang Luoluo rested his chin in his hands and sighed several times like a little adult.

Mu Jianian watched him and couldn’t help but smile.

He pulled Jiang Luoluo onto his lap and stroked the back of his head. “Little one, what are you worrying about?”

Jiang Luoluo sighed heavily again. “I regret it.”

He lifted his snow-white face, his mouth pouting in remorse. “Husband, Jiang Wanwan kept mocking me for relying on men. I missed such a perfect opportunity just now!”

“If I had performed better in the argument, I definitely could have won!”

Mu Jianian was amused. He cupped Jiang Luoluo’s face in his hands and kissed him tenderly.

“Our baby isn’t like him.”

“Before I came along, you were perfectly independent, living well on your own. When you faced difficulties at home, you acted like a little man and took care of your parents.”

“It was your husband who shamelessly insisted on giving you everything he had. It was your husband who thought the outside world was too dangerous and wanted you to grow up carefree, untouched by its impurities.”

The person in his arms tilted his head, his long, curled eyelashes fluttering. “But I’ve already grown up~”

Mu Jianian’s thumb brushed against Jiang Luoluo’s fair, jade-like cheek. “With your husband, you’ll always be my little baby, forever needing my love and care.”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes curved into crescents as he laughed, slowly burying his head in Mu Jianian’s neck. His voice was sweet as honey:

“Oh, really? Then I’ll reluctantly be your little baby, husband~”

Back at the villa, the New Year gifts Mu Jianian had chosen for his in-laws had already arrived.

While he went to the storage room to inventory them, Jiang Luoluo followed like a shadow, constantly calling out “husband, husband” to him.

Just counting the gifts took over half an hour. Afterward, they had to arrange for the servants to load everything into the car, preparing to take it all with them on the 31st.

Jiang Luoluo ran back and forth, doing nothing to help but only getting in the way.

Despite the freezing winter weather, he ended up drenched in sweat, his forehead glistening.

Mu Jianian, worried he’d catch a chill, took off his own coat and draped it over Jiang Luoluo. Then, holding his hand, he led him back to their room.

In the bathroom, the delicate, soft-skinned beauty lay in the bathtub, sculpting various shapes from the foam in his hands while chatting with Mu Jianian: “Husband~ Let’s sleep at home tomorrow night~”

“Mom will definitely have the nanny air out my quilt~ It’s so comfy~”

“Every New Year, Mom always cooks a huge feast of delicious food herself! Then our whole family chats together while watching the New Year’s Eve gala.”

“Oh yeah! In the past, Mom and Dad would prepare gifts for Jiang Wanwan and me for New Year’s. I wonder what they’ll get for you this time.”

“But Mom really likes you. I’ve overheard her talking about you several times, and she’s always full of praise.”

Mu Jianian smiled as he washed his little wife’s hair in the bathtub, his eyes brimming with happy anticipation.

“Whatever your mother-in-law gives me, I’ll love it.”

The atmosphere in the Jiang Family was warm, harmonious, and relaxed—completely different from his own upbringing.

After they registered their marriage, his in-laws had treated him like their own child. He was deeply grateful to Mr.Jiang and his wife. After all, it was rare for parents to be so open-minded as to accept their son marrying another man, let alone treat that man with such care and affection.

“Oh yeah! Mom also said that since we’re all together, it would be a perfect opportunity to discuss how to plan our wedding!”

“Husband, do you prefer a Western-style wedding or a Chinese-style one?”

Mu Jianian scooped up water to wipe Jiang Luoluo’s face, the smile in his cool, elegant eyes deepening. “Which one does our baby want?”

The little beauty in the bathtub was deep in thought, but before he could answer, his phone buzzed incessantly, interrupting his train of thought.

Mu Jianian glanced at the number on the screen and pinched Jiang Luoluo’s cheek. “Hubby needs to take a call outside.”

Jiang Luoluo played alone in the bathtub for a while, but soon grew bored.

He stepped out of the tub, his smooth, fair legs glistening with water droplets that rolled down his skin and shattered on the floor.

Wrapping himself in a towel, Jiang Luoluo turned to look in the mirror.

The mirror reflected a small, rosy-white face steamed by the mist. His palm-sized face was framed by damp, tear-filled eyes, with red-tinged corners. His moist lips were a soft, tender pink.

His gaze fell on the mirror, and he remembered the surveillance cameras in the study. His body stiffened.

A wave of discomfort spread through his chest, and the feeling of being watched washed over him.

The little beauty, still wrapped in his towel, couldn’t bear to meet his own gaze in the mirror any longer. He hurried out of the bathroom.

The floor was slick with foam from his bath. His steps were too fast, and he lost his footing, slipping on the wet surface and falling with a loud “thud.”

The back of his head struck the edge of the bathtub. Jiang Luoluo furrowed his brow, letting out a small “ah” as his face twisted in pain.

His head throbbed, and his entire skull buzzed.

Immediately, the pain in the back of his head intensified. Jiang Luoluo lifted the hand that had been supporting him and pressed it tightly against his head, shaking his head.

Countless memories flooded in like a dam bursting, threatening to explode his mind.

Mu Jianian’s mockery at the dinner party, the secretly filmed video, the humiliation of being forced into a secret affair, the blood streaming down his forehead and nose bridge, the injection in his neck…

The bath towel slipped to the floor, soaked in foam and water.

Jiang Luoluo trembled violently, clutching his arms tightly around himself.

He remembered.

He remembered everything.

This wasn’t some heroic rescue from a kidnapping; it was a meticulously planned deception.

He had been played like a fool.

Mu Jianian, how could he have pretended so well?

How could he have acted as if nothing had happened, even pretending to be the perfect husband, showering him with affection and calling him “darling” every day?

Mu Jianian.

He was terrifying.

Jiang Luoluo pushed himself up from the bathtub, his slender arms supporting him. He didn’t even bother to pick up the towel, rushing out in a panic.

Jiang Luoluo had only managed to pull on half his clothes when he heard familiar footsteps approaching from outside the door.

His face turned deathly pale, and he couldn’t force a smile. Panic seized him, leaving him unsure what to do.

But the footsteps outside, growing closer with each step, wouldn’t wait for him.

Thump, thump, thump—they echoed across the marble floor, growing louder and clearer with each passing moment.

The instant the door swung open, Jiang Luoluo hastily lowered his head, pretending to adjust his pants.

Mu Jianian’s cold, deep voice cut through the air. “Our baby’s already finished bathing?”

Jiang Luoluo, still bowed, gave a small “Mm.”

Mu Jianian continued to approach, his long legs encased in black casual pants filling Jiang Luoluo’s vision. Nervous, Jiang Luoluo tugged at his pants, feigning busyness.

A towel was draped over his wet hair, and long, slender fingers began to massage his scalp with practiced ease.

“Were you waiting for your husband to blow-dry your hair?”

Jiang Luoluo fought to control his racing heart and shook his head.

Mimicking the tone he’d adopted during his recent time with Mu Jianian, he pouted. “Did you smoke again?”

Mu Jianian hadn’t noticed Jiang Luoluo’s head hanging low. He sniffed his sleeve. “No, I don’t smell anything.”

He put his arm around Jiang Luoluo’s shoulders and soothed the person in his arms. “Our baby doesn’t like it, and your husband quit smoking long ago.”

Jiang Luoluo pouted in dissatisfaction, his voice soft and sticky. “But I definitely smelled it…”

Mu Jianian coaxed him, “Alright, I’ll go take a shower right away.”

Jiang Luoluo sighed in relief, took a towel, and began drying his hair, using the motion to avoid Mu Jianian’s gaze.

Mu Jianian’s footsteps faded as he walked toward the bathroom.

Jiang Luoluo’s hand slowly stopped drying his hair. His peripheral vision followed Mu Jianian’s movements. When he heard the bathroom door close, Jiang Luoluo suddenly stood up, tossed down the towel, and walked toward the door.

Suddenly, the door opened again. Mu Jianian’s cold voice cut through the air. “Where are you going?”

Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat. He blurted out a random excuse, “I’m hungry. I’m going downstairs to get something to eat.”

Mu Jianian asked, “Do you want me to go with you?”

Jiang Luoluo shook his head quickly, then realized his refusal had been too abrupt. Softening his tone, he said, “Baby can do it himself…”

Mu Jianian simply said, “Alright,” grabbed a towel, and went back inside.

Jiang Luoluo pushed the door open and stepped out, his heart pounding.

Mu Jianian hadn’t suspected a thing; he was still showering.

This was his chance to escape, to slip away unnoticed.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he ran into the nanny, who greeted him with a smile. “Madam, would you like a midnight snack?”

Jiang Luoluo was about to instinctively decline, but he quickly changed his mind. “Yes, please.”

“I’m so hungry. Could you please hurry?”

Once the nanny was gone, Jiang Luoluo bolted for the door.

As soon as he stepped into the hallway, a blast of icy wind hit him, making him shiver.

It was December 30th, the coldest time of year. The wind felt like a razor blade scraping across his delicate skin, as if it had been sanded down.

Moreover, he had rushed out without a thick coat, fearing Mu Jianian would notice. Now, in only thin pajamas, the howling wind instantly stole all the warmth from his body.

Jiang Luoluo, wearing house slippers, ran recklessly through the howling wind.

The villa was vast, and the night air was frigid.

By the time he reached the gate, his fair fingers had turned crimson from the cold, and his calves were trembling.

The villa’s gatekeeper was inside eating when he saw Jiang Luoluo emerge. He called out, “Madam!”

Startled, Jiang Luoluo slowed his pace. But once outside, he resumed his frantic sprint.

Mu Jianian emerged from the bathroom after his shower. The bedroom was quiet, the small figure gone.

He shook his head with a smile and dialed the restaurant. “Is Madam still eating?”

The nanny’s voice came over the line: “Madam isn’t here.”

Mu Jianian frowned and hung up.

The scene from the bedroom flashed through his mind. His brow furrowed slowly, and a flicker of disbelief flashed in his phoenix eyes.

Just moments ago, his baby had spoken many words.

But he hadn’t called him “husband” once.

The thought solidified. Mu Jianian dialed the gatekeeper again. “Did Madam leave?”

When he received confirmation, his knuckles tightened around his phone.

Dark, heavy eyes churned with complex emotions. His voice was cold and strained:

“Bring him back!”

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