TYMRHBDES Chapter 112

Chapter 112: The Cold, Crazy School Heartthrob x The Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 20

The moment he saw the message, Jiang Luoluo snapped his head up and scanned his surroundings.

The area was filled with patients and their families, but Mu Jianian was nowhere to be seen.

Mother Jiang noticed his reaction. “What’s wrong? Why are you so startled?”

Jiang Luoluo shook his head and locked his phone. “I must have misheard. I thought a classmate was calling me…”

He stuffed his phone into his pocket and pushed Father Jiang’s wheelchair through the garden.

“Speaking of which, isn’t that classmate you were really close to in high school coming back?” Mother Jiang asked, lost in thought.

Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You know, the tall kid with the buzz cut. He was your desk mate back then. Weren’t you two always inseparable?”

Jiang Luoluo breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he had overreacted.

“Li Chuan? He went abroad to study. If I remember correctly, he should be returning soon…”

After leaving the hospital, he went straight back to school.

His senior year classes were few and scattered. Tomorrow, he only has class from 8 to 10 AM, meaning he still has to wake up early.

Back in his dorm, after tidying up, Jiang Luoluo climbed into bed early and started playing on his phone.

Mu Jianian’s message remained there with its red dot, unanswered by Jiang Luoluo.

His feelings toward Mu Jianian were now complex. The boy he had once admired had transformed into a stranger, a change he found difficult to accept.

The roommates on the lower bunks were engrossed in a game, their keyboards clattering incessantly.

“Hey! Why did I just get an email? Who even sends emails these days?”

The dorm leader glanced at his phone screen and grumbled.

Jiang Luoluo, who had already settled down to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

An email!

What email?

Mu Jianian had promised not to send it to anyone else.

Was he angry that Jiang Luoluo hadn’t replied to his message?

“Leader, are you just standing there waiting to feed the enemy?”

“Never mind, I’ll check it later.” The gamer grumbled and resumed his frantic typing.

Jiang Luoluo’s heart pounded. He slid off his bed, feigning composure. “Leader, can I use your phone to scan a QR code?”

The leader casually handed him the phone. “Password’s 576279. Scan it yourself.”

Jiang Luoluo took the phone, swiped, and saw the name of the company that had sent the email.

His round eyes widened in shock, and his breath caught for a moment.

Jiang Luoluo stumbled backward, handing her phone to the leader. He then rushed out, hiding in the bathroom and dialing a number.

“Mu Jianian!”

The moment the call connected, Jiang Luoluo lowered her voice, her tone trembling uncontrollably.

“Mu Jianian! You promised me! You said you wouldn’t show it to anyone!”

“Why did you do this?”

“Mu Jianian, I beg you, please let me go…”

“I’m sorry… I’m truly sorry…”

His soft voice broke into tears.

“I know I was wrong… I shouldn’t have ignored your messages…”

“Mu Jianian… I’ll be obedient… Please don’t show it to anyone else…”

On the other end of the line, Mu Jianian was completely bewildered. “Where are you?”

“What’s wrong?”

*Bang bang—* Someone knocked on the bathroom door from outside.

“Luo Luo, are you in there?”

Jiang Luoluo froze.

‘Did they see it?’

‘Did his roommates all see it?’

‘Do they all know what happened to me?’

‘Will they think I’m a freak?’

Clutching his phone tightly, Jiang Luoluo ignored Mu Jianian’s increasingly frantic voice on the other end.

With a *thud*, his phone fell to the floor.

Jiang Luoluo clutched his head.

‘It’s over…’

‘Everyone knows…’

‘He’s finished…’

The water in the bathroom continued to gush, and someone outside said something else before leaving.

Jiang Luoluo covered his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

The photos and videos from that day flashed through his mind, a chaotic mess.

Panic surged through him.

His heart raced.

He imagined everyone on campus holding copies of his photos, whispering and pointing.

He felt countless gazes like knives scraping across his skin.

Voices echoed in his mind—his parents’, his roommates’, his classmates’, strangers’ voices…

“Luo Luo, you’ve truly disappointed us…”

“Jiang Luoluo, we’ve all seen your photos…”

“So that’s him… What a shameless guy…”

“Filming videos like that with a man… How perverted…”

Finally, Mu Jianian’s face appeared, his usual faint expression fixed on Jiang Luoluo.

“Who told you to be disobedient…”

Jiang Luoluo clutched his head tightly, sobbing softly.

He didn’t know how long it had been when someone knocked on the bathroom door again, this time with more force.

He heard a familiar voice call out, “Where’s the key? Where’s the key to your dorm’s bathroom?”

His roommates mumbled something, and the bathroom door was slammed violently against.

The already flimsy latch snapped.

“The repairman will be here soon. I’ll cover all the costs.”

“What’s wrong with Luo Luo?”

Mu Jianian pushed his roommates aside, shielding Jiang Luoluo from their curious gazes. “He’s had some family issues recently, and he’s not in a good state. Sorry to worry you all.”

His roommates, aware of Father Jiang’s situation, nodded in understanding.

Mu Jianian pushed open the bathroom door and closed the room’s door behind him.

He immediately spotted the small figure huddled in the corner.

Jiang Luoluo was squatting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees, head buried in his lap, his body trembling slightly.

Mu Jianian scooped him into his arms, gently patting his back. “What’s wrong?”

The person in his arms stiffened, remaining silent.

Mu Jianian tried to lift him, but the other person struggled backward, trying to escape his embrace.

His voice trembled: “Mu Jianian… don’t touch me…”

Mu Jianian’s heart clenched. He reached for the other’s hand, his voice thick with emotion:

“Luo Luo, don’t be afraid… Please, let me explain. Those photos—”

*Slap!*

A crisp slap echoed through the air.

Mu Jianian froze.

Jiang Luoluo froze too.

He had only wanted to avoid Mu Jianian; he hadn’t meant to hit him.

Fear made his whole body tremble. Jiang Luoluo’s eyes were red and brimming with tears. He timidly stared at the red mark on Mu Jianian’s face.

Mu Jianian stood stunned, gazing at the person before him.

He was terrified.

His pale face was framed by a sharp chin, streaked with dried tears.

His eyelashes clung together in clumps, stuck to his eyelids, and both eyes were red from crying.

He looked like a frightened white rabbit facing a hunter.

Helplessly, fearfully, and timidly, he stared at Mu Jianian.

He was terrified.

A small hammer seemed to strike his chest, sending a dense wave of pain that was more unbearable than the pain on his face.

‘Why would Jiang Luoluo make such a face when facing me?’

‘Why is he so afraid of me?’

‘How could someone as proud as him look at me with such terrified eyes?’

‘Shouldn’t he despise me, thinking of me as a poor nobody?’

Mu Jianian reached out.

Jiang Luoluo’s small body trembled again, his voice choked with tears.

“Mu Jianian, I know I was wrong…”

“I shouldn’t have ignored your messages…”

“But you promised me you wouldn’t show them to anyone else…”

“How could you go back on your word…”

He sobbed softly, his voice muffled by tears, ignoring Mu Jianian’s attempts to explain. He continued, speaking through his tears:

“Mu Jianian, you asked me if I regretted it…”

“I do regret it… I know I was wrong… I shouldn’t have been with you back then…”

“Please let me go…”

“Wuwu, please let me go…”

Mu Jianian’s heart ached, and his eyes reddened.

He forcefully pulled Jiang Luoluo into his arms, gently patting his back to soothe him.

“Bao Bao…”

After all these years, he still instinctively called him Bao Bao.

Kissing the top of Jiang Luoluo’s head, his eyes reddened.

“Back then, you were the one who provoked me first…”

“You were the one who toyed with my feelings. You were the one who said you didn’t want me anymore…”

From the bathroom, where the sound of running water echoed, came a soft sob from the person in his arms, which gradually grew into louder cries.

Mu Jianian held Jiang Luoluo tightly, his chin resting on his head, repeating his explanation over and over.

“I didn’t send them anything…”

“It was all a lie. How could I send them anything?”

“Just the thought of them looking at you makes me jealous enough to want to gouge out their eyes…”

“How could I ever send them anything to see…”

But the person in his arms was sobbing uncontrollably, as if not a single word of his explanation had reached his heart…

Mu Jianian took off his suit jacket and draped it over the pajama-clad figure on the floor. Then, he picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom.

His roommates, concerned, asked, “Luo Luo, is he…?”

Mu Jianian shook his head, holding Jiang Luoluo even tighter as he stepped out the door.

Assistant Tang blocked the roommates’ path. “Classmates, let’s let Master repair the bathroom first…”

This time, Mu Jianian brought Jiang Luoluo home.

Over the years, he had been busy with his career, often staying in an apartment near his company.

The space was dominated by gray tones, exuding a stark, minimalist aesthetic.

He carried Jiang Luoluo all the way to the sofa and finally softened his voice, whispering, “Bao Bao, wait for me, okay? I’ll go turn on the bathtub water.”

Jiang Luoluo ignored him, his head bowed, still curled up with his legs wrapped around his knees.

His slippers had fallen off at some point, leaving his snow-white feet bare on the dark gray sofa. His toes were slightly red from the cold.

Not long after, Mu Jianian returned.

He carried Jiang Luoluo back to the bathroom.

His pajamas were wrinkled and missing a button, revealing a large expanse of pale chest marked with scattered, withered rose petal-like scars.

Mu Jianian reached out and unbuttoned the remaining buttons.

Jiang Luoluo didn’t flinch, his eyes half-closed, his curled eyelashes occasionally fluttering.

He looked like a lifeless doll, completely at his captor’s mercy.

The water was slightly warm, and the icy chill that had gripped his skin instantly flushed it with a thin layer of pink.

Jiang Luoluo lay in the bathtub, silent and still, not uttering a word.

Mu Jianian watched him, an inexplicable unease settling in his chest.

Jiang Luoluo was deeply resistant to him. He had originally planned to leave once he had settled him in the tub.

But seeing him like this, how could he leave him alone?

Mu Jianian scooped up some water and gently wiped away the tear tracks on Jiang Luoluo’s face.

Jiang Luoluo closed his eyes and whispered softly, “Are we going to start filming again?”

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