TYMRHBDES Chapter 131

Chapter 131: The Cold, Crazy School Heartthrob x Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 39

Jiang Luoluo’s hands trembled uncontrollably, yet Mu Jianian’s large palm held them firmly in place. He watched as the dagger pierced through his clothes.

Mu Jianian’s voice continued:

“You’ve never owed me anything.”

“Those were all my own choices.”

“It was my lack of trust in you, my pride and inferiority complex, that led me to believe a few words and choose to leave.”

“From beginning to end, it was always me who wronged you.”

He pulled Jiang Luoluo’s hand closer, his tone as gentle as ever, but the pressure on his hand gradually increased.

“The spot you aimed for just now was the chest cavity. Even if you had stabbed me there, it would only have caused me some pain, not threatened my life.”

Mu Jianian’s large hand shifted Jiang Luoluo’s hand to a different position.

“This spot targets the lungs. If the knife pierces here, you’ll struggle to breathe. If it goes deeper, it could rupture the pulmonary artery, leading to lung failure and ultimately death.”

The tip of the dagger hovered briefly over that spot before shifting again:

“This spot is aimed directly at the heart. A stab here would kill me instantly.”

Mu Jianian spoke slowly, a hint of a smile in his voice as he reassured him, “Don’t worry, it will be quick.”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes widened as he watched the dagger pierce through Mu Jianian’s skin. A small pool of blood welled up on his chest, staining his shirt a crimson hue.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, desperate to pull away from the dagger’s hilt, but Mu Jianian’s large hand gripped them tightly, leaving him powerless.

Jiang Luoluo could only watch helplessly as the dagger in his palm slowly pierced Mu Jianian’s chest.

The tip of the blade broke through skin and flesh with a sickening crunch.

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes widened in horror, a soft whimper escaping his lips as tears streamed down his cheeks.

He struggled to pull his hand back, but Mu Jianian forced it deeper, his voice a lover’s murmur:

“Baby, if I die, will you hate me so much?”

“Will you finally stop disliking me?”

Jiang Luoluo was paralyzed with fear, the blood flowing down his clothes turning his face deathly pale, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

“You’re insane!” he cried. “You’re insane, Mu Jianian!!”

He yanked his hand back abruptly, the force too great. The dagger slipped from his grasp and clattered onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Mu Jianian clutched his chest, and Jiang Luoluo immediately dropped to his knees, retrieving the dagger.

“Mu Jianian! I’m leaving!” he shouted. “Tell them to open the door! Let me go!!”

Blood gushed from between Mu Jianian’s fingers. He stared at Jiang Luoluo in silence, saying nothing.

Jiang Luoluo gripped the dagger, waving it in the air a few times before pointing it at Mu Jianian again.

He soon realized this wouldn’t work on Mu Jianian.

With a twist of his slender wrist, the dagger was now aimed at Jiang Luoluo himself.

Mu Jianian’s expression immediately changed. His eyes darkened, and he lunged forward, trying to wrest the dagger from Jiang Luoluo’s grasp.

“Jiang Luoluo, don’t do anything reckless!”

Mu Jianian’s blood-soaked palm reached out, but Jiang Luoluo, terrified, took two steps back, the dagger still firmly pressed against his neck.

Tears welled in his large, moist eyes, reflecting a mixture of emotions. Jiang Luoluo tilted his chin, as white as jade, and said, one word at a time:

“Don’t… come… any… closer!”

“Mu Jianian, I want to leave!”

“Let me go!”

His agitation caused the hand holding the dagger to tremble, grazing his neck twice.

His skin was too delicate; a thin red line of blood quickly appeared, and tiny beads of blood seeped from the wound.

Mu Jianian immediately stopped, his eyes fixed on Jiang Luoluo with a mixture of fear and concern. He raised his hands in surrender.

“I won’t come any closer!”

He repeated, “I won’t come any closer! Put the knife down!”

The person holding the dagger was teary-eyed, his moist eyes burning with an unyielding determination. He looked at himself with a mixture of fear and revulsion.

It was as if something in this villa terrified him, or as if the air in the mansion was so thin it was suffocating him. He didn’t want to stay a second longer.

Mu Jianian’s nose began to ache, the sourness spreading from his throat to his stomach.

But before tonight, he had clearly loved this place so much.

Because he hated himself, even this home had become repulsive and terrifying to him.

Seeing him remain motionless, Jiang Luoluo bit his lower lip, pressing the dagger even closer to his neck.

Tiny beads of blood welled up from the blade’s edge, racing to trickle down his fair, delicate skin.

Mu Jianian’s heart ached. He furrowed his brow in distress, his voice hoarse. “I’ll let you go.”

He watched the bloodstains on the boy’s slender neck, and his own heart bled in sympathy.

He heard his voice, as calm as ever, almost devoid of emotion. He repeated each word slowly and deliberately:

“Baby, I’ll let you go.”

The small figure across from him exhaled a relieved breath. His tear-soaked eyes brightened, like a castaway finally spotting a small boat drifting toward them on the sea.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he was desperate to escape.

Mu Jianian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched the boy clutching the dagger.

Crimson bloodstains snaked around his snow-white neck, and tear tracks still stained his face. He looked utterly terrified and utterly pitiful.

“Does it hurt, Luo Luo? Let me clean and bandage your wound, okay?”

Jiang Luoluo eyed him warily, his rosy lips pressed into a tight line. “No,” he refused.

He didn’t even dare put down the dagger, his soft voice laced with suspicion. “Who knows what you’ll do? Who knows what kind of medicine you’ll use on me? I’m afraid I’ll wake up and you’ll try to trick me into calling you ‘husband’ again.”

Mu Jianian’s throat tightened. He stared at Jiang Luoluo for a moment.

He picked up his phone and dialed the gatehouse. “Open the gate.”

“Mr. Mu, there’s someone at the gate who won’t leave. He says he wants to see the madam. Should I have security escort him away?”

Mu Jianian: “Let him in.”

Jiang Luoluo’s expression turned agitated. He lifted his leg to leave.

Mu Jianian stopped him. “Wait.”

Jiang Luoluo turned slightly, his gaze like that of a trapped animal eyeing the hunter who had set the snare—fearful, wary, yet desperate to escape.

“It’s cold outside. Put on a coat before you go.”

Jiang Luoluo smiled at him, his voice soft.

“Mu Jianian, do you know when I felt the coldest?”

“It wasn’t when you threatened me, nor when I was just now hiding in the bushes, chilled to the bone by the wind.”

“It was just a moment ago, when I recalled everything.”

“Before, I only thought you hated me, that you were seeking revenge.”

“Because my youthful ignorance had caused you great harm, I felt indebted to you. So, Mu Jianian, even though you hurt me countless times, I kept telling myself to let it go. After all, the fault was mine to begin with.”

“But just now, when I remembered how you injected me with drugs to keep me from leaving, how you deceived me and tampered with my memories…”

“Mu Jianian, how could you do all that and still live with me in peace? You clearly hated me so much, yet you played the role of a man madly in love with me every day, a perfect husband who doted on me endlessly?”

“Do you know? During this time, I truly believed you loved me. I trusted every word you said implicitly, every flawless expression you wore. I even thought you couldn’t live without me…”

“It was at that moment that I realized you’d even deceived yourself to deceive me.”

Jiang Luoluo stood at the doorway, his eyes red, his small hand pressed against his chest.

“When I recall all of this, I feel a chilling emptiness here, and my whole body trembles. Mu Jianian, you’re truly terrifying.”

Mu Jianian frowned, denying it, but Jiang Luoluo didn’t even listen.

The soft voice faded at the doorway, along with the figure, who turned and left with resolute finality.

The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional drip of fresh blood onto the floor, each drop echoing sharply.

Mu Jianian clutched his chest, his fingers slowly tightening.

His dream had ended, but nothing had changed.

He still feared himself.

Or rather, he feared and loathed himself even more.

The love that had seemed on the verge of overflowing from those eyes was shattered the instant he recovered his memories.

Along with it, the countless ‘husband’s each spoken with a playful lilt, shattered into fragments, and were swept away by the wind.

There was nothing left.

Nothing remained.

When Mu Jianian came downstairs, Li Chuan was holding Jiang Luo Luo, patting his back.

“Don’t be afraid, Luo Luo. I’ll take you away!”

Li Chuan took off his coat and put it on Jiang Luo Luo. When he looked up, he saw Mu Jianian standing there.

Just like before, Li Chuan pulled Jiang Luo Luo behind him.

“Mu Jianian, did you see that? He remembers everything now.”

“I told you long ago that gods or Buddhas wouldn’t even protect someone like you!”

“You deserve this!”

Mu Jianian didn’t say anything. He stood at the doorway in his thin, bloodstained white shirt.

Across the shouting Li Chuan, he looked at Jiang Luo Luo.

The scene was almost identical to the one in the private room.

But this time, he had no reason to forcefully pull Jiang Luo Luo from behind Li Chuan and take him away.

Mu Jianian smiled, the expression softening his sharp, almost harsh features, even making him look gentle.

Across the short distance, he let the cold wind carry his voice:

“Tomorrow is the 31st, and we’ll be celebrating the New Year that night.”

“I was supposed to go home with you, but I don’t think you’d want to see me this time.”

“Counting every year we’ve known each other, I’ve never had the chance to spend New Year’s Eve with you…”

Mu Jianian’s voice was soft,

“The gifts for your parents are already loaded in the car. I’ll send them over tomorrow. It’s just a small token of my affection.”

“You’re afraid of the dark, so remember to leave a nightlight on at night…”

“Don’t keep your water cup on the bedside table. You might knock it over when you’re sleepy and cut yourself…”

“Make sure the windows are tightly closed at night. Otherwise, the cold wind will blow in, and you’ll wake up with a headache…”

“And tuck your blanket in properly before you go to sleep. Don’t kick it off. Even though there’s heating at home, sudden temperature changes can still make you catch a cold…”

“If you want a late-night snack, ask the housekeeper to halve the sugar in your dessert. Otherwise, it’ll be too sweet, and you’ll complain about your teeth hurting…”

As Li Chuan spoke, Jiang Luoluo’s eyes reddened.

Memories flooded back, threatening to spill over in a torrent of tears.

He stepped back behind Li Chuan, letting the man’s broad figure shield his reddened eyes, and gently wiped away his tears.

He hated Mu Jianian.

Hated him so much.

Always pretending to be so deeply in love, yet saying such things.

But hearing him speak like this…

It still hurts so much.

It really, really hurt…

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