Chapter 126: The Cold, Crazy School Hunk x The Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat (34)
As compensation, Mu Jianian personally cooked a pudding shaped like a little rabbit, with pink-tipped ears. Under the guidance of the housekeeper, he made the pudding.
When Jiang Luoluo finished the rabbit pudding, he patted his little belly and called out affectionately, “Hubby~”
“Hubby~ My tummy’s all puffed up~”
Mu Jianian lifted him onto his lap and gave his belly a mock examination.
“Must be a little baby growing in there.”
Jiang Luoluo was shocked. “Impossible! Boys can’t get pregnant!”
His wide, watery almond eyes widened even further, his glistening pupils sparkling with every flutter of his long lashes.
Mu Jianian deliberately teased him, scooping him up in his arms and carrying him upstairs.
“Maybe it’s possible. If we keep trying, maybe a little baby will appear in there.”
Jiang Luoluo giggled, leaning close to Mu Jianian’s ear.
“Hubby, we’ve tried so many times already! But still no baby~”
A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he whispered into Mu Jianian’s ear, his breath warm against his skin.
“Hubby, maybe we should see a doctor. You might be the one who’s not working~”
Mu Jianian’s gaze darkened, his eyes fixed on Jiang Luoluo’s face.
“Oh? Then later, we’ll have to see who’s really not working…”
The bedroom door slammed shut behind them, and the window lights flickered on.
The curtains, not fully drawn, left a hand-span-wide gap, through which the entwined shadows of two figures could be faintly seen…
In late December, Jiang Luoluo woke up and received a call from his parents, asking him and Mu Jianian to come home for dinner.
Jiang Luoluo sat in bed, wrapped in a pure white velvet duvet. He rubbed his sleepy face and then called Mu Jianian.
A magnetic, gentle voice came through the receiver. “Baby, your husband is still at the company and needs to work a little longer. Go home and keep your parents company first. I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done.”
Jiang Luoluo obediently agreed. After dawdling in bed for a while and playing on his phone, he finally got up to wash and get ready.
Just as he was about to leave, his roommate called. “Luoluo, have you finished your final assignment? Can I copy yours?”
Jiang Luoluo turned back, pulled a USB drive from his backpack, and went to Mu Jianian’s study.
On Mu Jianian’s desk sat a photo display of pictures he had taken at a vacation town. Jiang Luoluo picked it up and played with it for a while before turning on Mu Jianian’s computer.
The desktop background was a photo of them taken abroad when they registered their marriage.
Jiang Luoluo smiled sweetly as he transferred the “Final Assignment” folder from his USB drive to his roommate.
Just as he was about to shut down his computer, his mouse clicked something by accident, and a program popped up.
[Please enter password.]
Jiang Luoluo tilted his head, mimicking a scene from a TV drama, and typed in his birthday.
[Password correct!]
He was about to tease Mu Jianian with a grin when a camera feed suddenly appeared on the screen. He clicked it open, revealing a familiar bathroom.
Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat, and the smile slowly faded from his face.
Why would there be a camera in the bathroom?
He checked the cache directory, relieved to find no recorded videos.
Closing the program, Jiang Luoluo sat motionless in his chair, staring at the computer.
He still couldn’t understand why his husband would install a camera in the bathroom.
He wanted to leave, but his hand seemed to move on its own, opening each folder on the computer and searching through them one by one.
He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he couldn’t stop himself.
A sense of unease stirred within him, a feeling that he might find something he both longed for and dreaded.
He wanted to find it.
He was also afraid to find it.
He opened every folder, but still found nothing new.
Jiang Luoluo let out a sigh of relief and closed his laptop.
He left the study as if a wolf were chasing him.
He didn’t know what he was afraid of.
But a persistent, fearful thought kept reminding him that something terrifying was hidden within.
Only after returning home and seeing his parents did Jiang Luoluo feel a bit calmer.
His mother had made pear soup. Jiang Luoluo sat on the sofa, slowly sipping from a small, porcelain-white bowl.
The seafood flown in from abroad had arrived. His mother went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, leaving Jiang Luoluo alone in the living room. His mind kept replaying the image of the camera in the bathroom, his delicate brow unconsciously furrowing.
“Hey, you’re back early!”
Jiang Luoluo looked up to see Jiang Wanwan, whom he hadn’t seen in ages, entering the room. Jiang Wanwan was wearing an extravagant, entirely hand-embroidered and beaded wool coat, deliberately turning his wrist to show off his watch.
“What? Didn’t Mu Jianian come back with you?”
Jiang Wanwan sneered, “Jiang Luoluo, have you fallen out of favor? Has Mu Jianian dumped you?”
Jiang Luoluo was already irritable because something was weighing on his mind. Now, hearing Jiang Wanwan’s malicious jabbering, he glared at him with his large, round eyes.
“What do you mean, ‘fallen out of favor’?”
“Jiang Wanwan, are you living in ancient times? Are you stuck in a palace drama?”
“My husband and I have an equal, legally recognized marital relationship. Unlike you, I don’t depend on the fleeting favor of another man to survive.”
“You—!”
Jiang Wanwan’s embarrassment was laid bare, and he trembled with rage.
He shook his hand violently, pointing at Jiang Luoluo. “Don’t get cocky!”
“Jiang Luoluo, do you really think Mu Jianian genuinely likes you? He’s just using you for revenge!”
Jiang Luoluo rolled his eyes, ignoring Jiang Wanwan’s usual fits of madness whenever they met, and prepared to call his husband.
“Don’t go!”
Jiang Wanwan grabbed his arm. “Perfect timing. I have something to show you!”
Jiang Luoluo brushed his hand away. “I! Don’t! Want! To! See!”
“Are you afraid, Jiang Luoluo? Do you know Mu Jianian is monitoring you?”
Jiang Luoluo stopped in his tracks and turned to Jiang Wanwan. “What did you say?”
Jiang Wanwan, convinced he’d hit the mark, became even more smug. “I said your good husband, Mu Jianian, is spying on you, Jiang Luoluo!”
His face was a mask of undisguised schadenfreude.
“Oh! I forgot! You’ve got a screw loose and don’t remember anything.”
Jiang Luoluo retorted, “You’re the one with a screw loose!”
Jiang Wanwan, surprisingly, didn’t get angry. He wore an expression of gleeful anticipation. “Too bad you don’t remember anything!”
“When you do remember, you’ll probably be crying your eyes out~”
Jiang Luoluo frowned. “What exactly are you trying to show me?”
Jiang Wanwan pulled out his phone, opened his photo album, and handed it over. “Just take a look.”
Inside was a video clip with no context:
People kept entering a private room. Jiang Luoluo recognized familiar faces like Li Chuan. The last person to enter was himself…
The timeline jumped forward. Mu Jianian, in a suit, rushed in.
Jiang Luoluo frowned in confusion. The video only captured the doorway, leaving the interior unseen.
Jiang Wanwan glanced over. “Patience, brother!”
The next moment, Jiang Luoluo gasped, covering his mouth.
Mu Jianian emerged from the room carrying him in his arms. Jiang Luoluo kept his head down, his expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, crimson blood streamed down Mu Jianian’s forehead…
A drop of blood landed on Jiang Luoluo’s white shirt, staining his collar crimson.
Jiang Luoluo turned to Jiang Wanwan. “What do you want to say?”
Jiang Wanwan replied, “No matter what I say, you won’t believe me anyway.”
“So just ask the people in the video. You’re so close to Li Chuan and the others, you must trust them, right?”
Jiang Luoluo stared at Jiang Wanwan for a moment before handing over his phone. “Why would I choose to believe you outsiders over my own husband? Jiang Wanwan, you’re trying to sow discord again. It’s so boring.”
Jiang Luoluo turned and walked to his room.
He sat on the edge of his bed, opened his phone, and whispered “Husband” into Mu Jianian’s WeChat account.
He wouldn’t believe a word Jiang Wanwan said!
His husband loved him so much that he insisted on carrying him away even after being injured. There was no way Mu Jianian would ever hurt him!
His phone buzzed twice, and a message from his mother popped up.
Jiang Luoluo hurried downstairs. Mother Jiang emerged from the kitchen, waving him over. “Come here, dear!”
“Your father’s phone has been plagued by ads lately. Take a look and see if it’s been infected with a virus.”
Jiang Luoluo followed Mother Jiang to the study, where Mr. Jiang was practicing calligraphy. Seeing him, Mr. Jiang handed over his phone.
“Ever since your mother played that game of ‘Fight the Landlord’ the other day, my phone’s been flooded with ads—”
“What does ‘Fight the Landlord’ have to do with it?!” Mother Jiang interrupted with a playful scolding.
Jiang Luoluo chuckled, placing his own phone on the table. He then took Mr. Jiang’s phone, skillfully unlocked it, and began fiddling with it.
Mother Jiang interrupted Mr. Jiang with a scolding tone.
Jiang Luoluo smiled, placed his phone on the table, and took Mr. Jiang’s phone. He unlocked it with practiced ease and fiddled with it for a moment.
“Dad, you can’t download these pirated mini-games. They’re full of ads. I’ll just uninstall them now.”
“Luoluo got a new phone?” Mother Jiang picked up his phone and chuckled. “This child! He just bought a new phone for school, and now, less than four months later, he’s already changed it again. Aren’t all phones basically the same?”
Mr. Jiang glanced at it. “Isn’t this still the same white phone? It looks the same to me.”
Mother Jiang pointed to the side of the phone. “No, it’s different. The old one fell down the stairs and got dented here.”
She then turned to Jiang Luoluo and tapped his nose. “What happened to the old phone this time? Did you break it by dropping it, or did it fall in water?”
A flash of an image—a phone being tossed into a wine glass—flitted through Jiang Luoluo’s mind.
He blinked slowly, his gaze drifting vaguely to his phone.
Suddenly, similar words flooded his mind again:
—”He installed tracking software on your phone. He’s been following you.”
—”Your good husband, Mu Jianian, is spying on you, Jiang Luoluo!”
The camera in the bathroom suddenly zoomed in, and a sense of unease washed over him.
Had his phone been changed?
Why did it change?
Where did the original phone go?
“What are you spacing out about, child?” Mother Jiang chuckled, pinching his cheek.
Jiang Luoluo snapped back to reality, taking his phone from Mother Jiang’s hand. “Dad! Mom! I still have something to do! I’m going back to my room now!”
From bunny puddings 🐰🍮 to suspicious bathroom cameras… this chapter really said, “Here’s your sugar, but don’t forget the knife behind it.” 😂 LuoLuo out here accusing hubby of not working—sir, I choked on my tea.
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