TYMRHBDES Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Cold, Crazy School Idol x Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 19

When Jiang Luoluo woke up this time, he didn’t even have the energy to swear.

He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain made him gasp. His limbs were weak, and he was shivering with cold.

The screen displayed a long list of missed calls, and the WeChat icon was covered in notifications.

He opened the app to find a stream of messages from his roommates.

[Luo Luo, why aren’t you here yet?]

[You dared to skip Professor Chen’s class? Aren’t you afraid of failing?]

[Luckily, he didn’t take attendance this time, or you’d be screwed!]

Jiang Luoluo slowly typed a reply with trembling fingers.

His assistant had also called several times. Jiang Luoluo returned the call, his head still foggy, and mumbled a few instructions.

He got out of bed, dragging his exhausted body toward the bathroom. But as soon as his feet hit the floor, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

Just then, the door opened.

Hasty footsteps rushed over, scooping him up and carrying him back to bed.

Jiang Luoluo lifted his heavy eyelids to see the face inches from his own. Though so close, he couldn’t quite make out the expression.

One moment, it was the slightly awkward Mu Jianian of his youth, the next the stern-faced Mu Jianian of adulthood. Then, the two faces merged, a mocking smile playing on their lips as they stared down at him.

It was as if he were asking, “This beautiful photo… should we share it with others?”

Jiang Luoluo’s body trembled, tears like pearls spilling from his eyes as he began to sob.

Seeing his flushed cheeks, Mu Jianian reached out to check his temperature, his expression immediately changing.

He tried to pick him up, but Jiang Luoluo kept dodging him, silently shedding tears.

The sternness of the previous night was gone from Mu Jianian’s face. He grasped the boy’s small hand, leaned in to kiss away his tears, and whispered soothingly, “We’re going to the hospital right now, Bao Bao. [footnote] T/N: This is a cute nickname. So I did not change it {/footnote] Don’t cry…”

But at the sound of “Bao Bao,” Jiang Luoluo’s crying intensified.

Mu Jianian quickly dressed him, then scooped him up into his arms and hurried outside.

Once in the car, Mu Jianian’s voice was urgent: “Hurry, to the Municipal People’s Hospital! Drive faster!!”

Due to his high fever, the boy in his arms had been listless, but at those words, he began to struggle violently:

“No!”

“Don’t go!”

“Don’t go to the People’s Hospital!!”

He sobbed as he protested, his cries furrowing Mu Jianian’s brow.

The driver in the front seat, hearing the boy’s kitten-like wails, paid them no mind and continued driving.

A quick glance in the rearview mirror showed President Mu carefully cradling the person in his arms, their foreheads pressed together. His usually cold face was etched with worry.

Mu Jianian quickly regained his composure. The traffic light ahead turned red, and the driver slammed on the brakes, hearing a collision behind them.

Mu Jianian gasped, shaking his numb arm and carefully shielding the person in his arms. His cold phoenix eyes glanced out the window, a furious urgency in their depths.

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me say the People’s Hospital?”

The driver snapped back to reality and quickly turned the car around, heading for the nearest private hospital.

As soon as the car came to a stop in the parking lot, Mu Jianian pushed open the door and rushed out of the back seat, cradling the person in his arms.

The person’s small face was flushed with fever, their usually moist lips dry and cracked. Their eyes were tightly closed, their eyelashes fluttering restlessly. They looked utterly miserable.

They mumbled incoherently in their sleep.

Mu Jianian felt even worse. He carried them upstairs, murmuring, “Don’t be afraid, Bao Bao…”

“Everything will be alright…”

“We’ll be better soon…”

As they left the emergency room, the doctor glanced at Mu Jianian. He knew wealthy people often sought thrills. After years in the profession, he’d seen it all before.

“Didn’t you use protection?”

Mu Jianian froze, then explained, “After we were intimate, I cleaned him up…”

The doctor interrupted him. “Overuse caused some inflammation. You didn’t clean him properly, which led to the fever.”

“He’ll need two days of IV fluids and some anti-inflammatory medication. But he can’t keep pushing himself like this. You need to be more careful.”

“Using protection is about protecting both yourself and the other person.”

After sending the driver to get the medication, Mu Jianian returned to the hospital room.

Once the IV drip was set up, the person in bed fell into an even deeper sleep.

Black eyelashes lay against his lower eyelids, casting a thick shadow. His skin was snow-white, and his breathing was even. Lying on the white hospital bed, he looked like an innocent little angel.

Mu Jianian sat by the bedside, his fingertip gently brushing Luo Luo’s cheek. This obedient and docile appearance was exactly how he had looked three years ago.

He lowered his head and kissed Luo Luo’s forehead.

Footsteps echoed outside the room, followed by a knock on the door. The driver delivered the medication and was quickly dismissed by Mu Jianian.

The room fell silent once more.

Mu Jianian pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, cupping Luo Luo’s fingers resting on his abdomen in his hands and kissing them.

He gazed down at the sleeping figure, his eyes lowered.

Unaware of Mu Jianian’s gaze,

he traced Luo Luo’s features over and over, his longing palpable.

In the three years since they parted, Mu Jianian didn’t know how he had survived.

At first, it might have been hatred—hatred for his manipulation of his feelings, hatred for the casual way he had said, “I was just playing with him,” hatred for his condescending words, “His family is poor; I would never be with him.”

Hatred intertwined with love, growing wildly in his longing.

His barren heart was overgrown with weeds, each root bearing Jiang Luoluo’s name, deeply embedded in his soul.

Where Jiang Luoluo couldn’t see, he effortlessly hacked into his computer, tracking his every move.

Later, he couldn’t resist. He put on a mask and watched him from afar.

He watched him carrying a backpack, wearing short sleeves, shielding his eyes from the sun with his fingers, his steps light as he walked in the summer shade.

He watched him trade his short sleeves for a sweater, then bundle up like a round little dumpling, holding a large umbrella as he walked through the snow.

Even from that distance, he could imagine his ears might be red from the cold.

Later still, he created a small program and posted it on Jiang Luoluo’s favorite software. Jiang Luoluo, being rather naive, clicked on the “lucky draw” without a second thought and won a fluffy rabbit hat and gloves.

The next time they met, he was wearing the fluffy rabbit hat and gloves.

Mu Jianian’s lips hadn’t even fully curved into a smile when they froze.

A new suitor had appeared beside Jiang Luoluo.

He was so handsome and kind-hearted that countless people flocked to him like moths to a flame.

Mu Jianian found himself once again dealing with these troublesome admirers.

Some were exposed for having two-timed their previous partners; others had their phone screens suddenly flash strange colors while trying to flirt with Jiang Luoluo; still others had their registered courses vanish from the system, forcing them to scramble to find the academic affairs office…

Year after year, he watched Jiang Luoluo grow bit by bit.

Late at night, staring at that window, he would sometimes wonder:

‘If none of this had happened, would I be the one by his side every day now?’

Whenever this thought surfaced, he would immediately crush it.

He repeated it to himself over and over:

‘You shouldn’t love such a cruel and heartless person.’

‘You should forget him.’

‘You should hate him.’

Yet the moment he learned Jiang Luoluo was attending a dinner party to seek help from those people, he found himself uncontrollably following him.

Upon seeing him there, only one thought remained in his mind:

‘I must have him…’

The person on the bed groaned softly, his fingers retracting from Mu Jianian’s palm as he curled into a ball, leaving him only a small, vulnerable back.

Mu Jianian raised his gaze to the person on the bed, his eyes as dark and unfathomable as the sea.

Love or hate, it didn’t matter.

He would keep Jiang Luoluo by his side, never letting him leave again…

Jiang Luoluo stayed in the hospital for two days.

After saying goodbye to the nurse, he left.

He heard that Mu Jianian’s driver had brought him to the hospital. While delirious with a high fever, he vaguely felt Mu Jianian had been with him. But when he woke up, only the nurse was in the room.

It must have been a dream.

Jiang Luoluo shook his head.

Mu Jianian hated him so much. Now that he was riding high in his career, with a beautiful woman by his side, how could he possibly have time for him?

He changed clothes and went to see his parents.

The sun was bright today, generously showering the ground with its light.

Mother Jiang, wearing a knitted cardigan, was pushing Father Jiang in his wheelchair through the hospital garden.

Father Jiang was overjoyed to see Jiang Luoluo back.

After years of illness, he seemed unusually energetic today, as if some great joy had invigorated him.

“I heard about what happened at the company. You did a great job.”

Jiang Luoluo hesitated. “Dad…”

“My people told me that after the meeting that day, you immediately started working on a solution to the company’s crisis.”

“In the past few days, several competitors who had been encircling Comet Technology have backed down. Comet Technology has been given a chance to breathe, and we’ve even secured a major government contract.”

Father Jiang looked at him and smiled. “Luo Luo, you’re even smarter than I thought. You have a natural talent for business.”

“Over the years, your mother and I have always treated you like a child, reluctant to let you get involved in the company’s affairs. Now, it seems you’re even more capable than we realized.”

Mu Jianian’s words flashed through Jiang Luoluo’s mind, making him hesitate.

Mother Jiang held his hand, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’ve always worried about what you’d do alone after your father and I are gone. Who would take care of you?”

“Now, I can finally rest easy. Our Bao Bao has grown up and can protect himself, right?”

Mother Jiang stroked his head.

Facing his parents’ faces, filled with both relief and anticipation, Jiang Luoluo swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.

How could he tell them?

That he had been forced to take those photos, that he had traded his body for all of this.

And the other person was a man.

Would he really drive his parents to their graves?

Jiang Luoluo lowered his eyes and whispered, “I’ll take care of myself.”

“Don’t worry about me, Mom and Dad.”

His phone buzzed twice, and a message popped up:

‘Do you like it?’

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