Chapter 127: The Cold, Crazy School Idol x Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 35
Back in his room, Jiang Luoluo checked the activation date of the phone using its serial number.
As the webpage loaded, his hand trembled slightly around the phone.
His mother had said the phone was new for the start of the semester, but the activation date was November 3rd.
This definitely wasn’t his phone.
Jiang Luoluo shook his head, and the image of the white phone being tossed into the wine glass flashed again. This time, he even remembered the beer splashing onto the table and the man’s cold laughter:
“Proof? You’ll have it in a moment!”
What proof?
Why was the phone thrown into the wine glass?
Whose memories were these?
He didn’t trust Jiang Wanwan, but he always believed his mother.
Jiang Luoluo paced his room for a long time, unconsciously circling the rug.
He remembered Li Chuan suddenly appearing at the hot springs that day, his expression grave. What had he said?
—”Luo Luo, we’re best friends. You can always choose to trust me.”
“You and Mu Jianian were together for several years, but you broke up later.”
“You only met again about a month ago. I don’t know what he used to threaten you—you never told me that.”
“But he installed tracking software on your phone. He’s been following you.”
“When you found out, you wanted to break up with him. I got provoked and smashed a bottle over his head. To keep us from getting involved, you left with him.”
So… the blood on his husband’s head in the video… was from Li Chuan smashing him with a bottle?
Jiang Luoluo stopped spinning, finally realizing what was wrong.
When he woke up after his amnesia, his husband had a bandaged wound on his forehead.
But his husband had always said he got that injury when he was rescuing him from the kidnappers…
His slender, white fingers curled around his phone.
Confusion flickered in Jiang Luoluo’s eyes, mixed with a growing fear of the unknown.
Of course, he should choose to trust his husband.
His husband loved him deeply, and they lived a happy life together.
Yet, at times, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrifying lurked nearby.
He felt his life shouldn’t be this way…
After much internal debate, Jiang Luoluo took out his phone.
He remembered the phone number Li Chuan had given him that day—it differed from his own by only the last two digits, ending in 85.
His finger tapped the screen a few times, and the number appeared.
Jiang Luoluo exhaled deeply, about to dial.
Li Chuan’s voice echoed in his ear again.
—”I’m not sure if your phone or any other electronic devices you have are bugged with tracking or eavesdropping software.”
The dialing motion froze. Jiang Luoluo locked the screen, his rosy lips pressed tightly together. Finally, he used a public phone to dial the number.
Moments later, Li Chuan’s voice came through.
“Hello? Who is this?”
Jiang Luoluo gripped the phone, his fingers tightening slightly. “It’s me, Jiang Luoluo.”
“Luo Luo! You finally called me!!”
Jiang Luoluo lowered his gaze, staring out the window. “Li Chuan, can you tell me the date of our gathering?”
Afraid Li Chuan might not remember, he quickly added, “The day my husband got hurt on his forehead.”
Hearing the word “husband,” Li Chuan’s anger flared. “He charged in himself! He deserved it!”
Only after saying this did he remember to answer Jiang Luoluo’s question. “It was November 3rd.”
The familiar date sent a chill down Jiang Luoluo’s spine.
The activation date of this phone was also November 3rd.
And he had woken up on November 4th.
If Li Chuan was telling the truth, then his husband had been lying.
He hadn’t been kidnapped, and his injury wasn’t inflicted by kidnappers.
Jiang Luoluo’s heart sank further. His fingers, twisting the phone cord, unconsciously quickened their pace. Trying to maintain a calm facade, he expressed his doubts:
“It’s been so long. How can you still remember the exact date? Li Chuan, how can you prove you’re telling the truth?”
Li Chuan seemed prepared: “I have the chat records from when I invited you out that day, along with the restaurant receipt, both showing the time. Unblock me, and I’ll add you back.”
Two minutes later, Jiang Luoluo stared at the screenshots and the receipt, the time stamps matching perfectly.
Everything added up.
No kidnapping.
Something must have happened at the friend’s gathering that led her husband to take her away, resulting in his injury.
According to Li Chuan, it was because he discovered his husband had installed tracking software on his phone, leading him to want to break up with him…
But according to his husband, that wasn’t the case at all…
His husband had always insisted they were deeply in love…
His phone buzzed again. He answered, and Li Chuan’s voice came through.
“Luo Luo, don’t believe him. Mu Jianian has been lying to you all along. Even your amnesia was his doing!”
Jiang Luoluo’s pupils widened in shock. “What?”
Li Chuan continued, “Given his pattern of installing tracking software to monitor you and even causing your amnesia, I suspect his previous threats were related to this as well.”
“Luo Luo, he has something on you. Think carefully—is there anything strange about Mu Jianian’s house? Did he secretly film you?”
Jiang Luo Luo’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and his face turned pale.
“No way! My husband isn’t strange at all! Stop talking nonsense!!!”
Jiang Luo Luo quickly hung up the phone, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of his throat.
*Is there anything strange about the house?*
Jiang Luo Luo shivered, hugging his arms.
*How could there not be something strange…?*
Who in their right mind would install a hidden camera in their own bathroom?
And then there was…
And then there was that time at the hot springs, the way his husband had looked when he hit someone.
Cold and ruthless, his eyes lowered, his fingers clamped around the other man’s throat as if he wanted to kill him.
He had been terrified then, feeling as if his husband had transformed into a stranger, as if someone else had taken over his body…
The more Jiang Luo Luo thought about it, the more frightened he became. He sank onto a chair, his eyelashes fluttering helplessly.
But his husband loved him so much. How could he ever hurt him?
It must be Li Chuan’s fault! He must have conspired with Jiang Wanwan to trick him.
*It must be…*
*It must be like this…*
The door creaked open, and Jiang Luoluo looked up sharply. Mu Jianian entered, carrying the chill of winter with him.
His chiseled features softened into the indulgent expression he reserved only for Jiang Luoluo. He pulled a tightly rolled package from his coat pocket, his deep voice gentle and melodious:
“Come see what husband bought for our baby today!”
Seeing the familiar figure, Jiang Luoluo’s nose twitched, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyes instantly filled with a misty haze, sparkling with tears as he gazed at the man in the doorway.
Mu Jianian curved his lips in a smile and opened his arms.
Jiang Luoluo sniffled, the pent-up grievances and fears in his heart finally finding a refuge. He threw himself into Mu Jianian’s embrace, burying his face in his chest.
His soft voice, tinged with hurt, murmured, “Husband…”
Mu Jianian wrapped his arms around him, lowering his head to kiss his forehead. “What’s wrong?”
The person in his arms tilted up a snow-white face, his raven-black eyelashes fluttering open to reveal watery, tear-filled eyes. His face still bore traces of fear, mixed with a hint of resentment.
Mu Jianian placed the paper bag on the table, bent down, and swept the person into his arms. His voice was gentle. “What’s wrong, really?”
The person in his arms tightened their grip around his neck, their soft, chubby face pressed against his neck. Their voice was muffled. “Nothing…”
Mu Jianian stroked his head. “If nothing’s wrong, why are you still unhappy?”
The person in his arms turned his head, his small face pressed against his.
Their voice was soft and fluffy. “I’m not unhappy…”
As he spoke, warm breath puffed out, and Mu Jianian could even feel his fluttering eyelashes brushing against his face, sending a tingling sensation through him.
Mu Jianian didn’t press further. He reached out, picked up the paper bag from the side, and coaxed the person in his arms. “Guess what husband bought for our baby?”
The small face pressed against his turned slightly, and they obediently replied, “Warm, freshly roasted chestnuts! I can smell them!”
“Our baby is so smart!”
Mu Jianian couldn’t resist kissing the top of their head again. “Shall husband peel them for our baby?”
Jiang Luoluo nodded.
The arms wrapped around Mu Jianian’s neck tightened his grip even further.
His husband was extremely clean; his clothes always spotless. He especially hated anything that smelled.
Yet just now, he had watched his husband pull this bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts from his chest pocket.
He was afraid they wouldn’t stay warm.
So he had kept them pressed against his chest to keep them hot.
Jiang Luoluo sniffled, pulling away from Mu Jianian’s embrace to gaze at the hands peeling the chestnuts for him.
The fingers were long and slender, the joints perfectly proportioned.
They were as beautiful as a work of art.
“Baby, open your mouth.”
Jiang Luoluo popped the plump chestnut kernel into his mouth, then snuggled back into Mu Jianian’s arms, his watery eyes fixed on those hands.
His husband loved him deeply.
He had always felt it.
He shouldn’t have listened to outsiders and let them shake his faith.
Their words were all lies.
Only his husband’s love was real.
Jiang Luoluo wrapped his arms around Mu Jianian’s waist, his small face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat.
He whispered softly, “Husband, can you promise to always love me?”
Mu Jianian fed him another peeled chestnut, then leaned in to kiss his lips.
Their breaths mingled together.
Mu Jianian gazed into those watery eyes, tightening his grip on Jiang Luoluo’s waist.
“Baby, no one loves you more than I do.”
Jiang Luoluo remained silent, simply embracing Mu Jianian and clinging to him with complete dependence.
Mu Jianian gently patted his back, his phoenix eyes half-lowered.
In the silent bedroom, Mu Jianian looked down at the still somewhat anxious figure in his arms. He lifted his eyelids slightly, a cold, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
But in an instant, he concealed this emotion, his voice as gentle as ever, as if they were simply chatting casually:
“Who did you see when you got home today, baby?”
“Mom and Dad, and Jiang Wanwan.”
At the mention of Jiang Wanwan’s name, Jiang Luoluo’s pretty face furrowed slightly.
Mu Jianian’s heart chilled, and a slow curve formed on his lips.
As he stroked Jiang Luoluo’s back, he asked softly, “Oh? What did Jiang Wanwan say to our baby?”
Not gonna lie, this ML makes me uncomfortable half the time 😅… but I’m here to watch him suffer and spoil LuoLuo like crazy. Dear angels, let’s also take this as a reminder: dark, twisted people exist in society too—so consider it a little life lesson wrapped in dog food. 🐶✨
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