TYMRHBDES Chapter 132

Chapter 132: The Cold and Crazy School Prince x The Spoiled and Delicate Little Brat (40)

Mu Jianian’s voice faltered for a moment when he saw Jiang Luoluo flinch away.

But soon, his cool voice drifted through the cold wind, carrying a tenderness that seemed to transcend time and space.

“I’m sorry, baby. I hurt you.”

“And, happy New Year in advance. Stay safe and sound.”

His words, carried on the wind, were unusually gentle.

Jiang Luoluo listened, tears welling in his eyes. He tugged at Li Chuan’s sleeve. “Let’s go.”

Li Chuan was reluctant. He didn’t turn around, didn’t even lower his voice. “Just leaving like this? I wanted to see him get into a fight!”

Jiang Luoluo shook his head, his voice bitter. “I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

Li Chuan nodded, glared at Mu Jianian, and pulled Jiang Luoluo’s arm. “Let’s go.”

Jiang Luoluo didn’t go home.

Returning alone in the middle of the night, still tear-streaked and with a neck injury, would only worry his parents.

Instead, he went to Li Chuan’s apartment.

Li Chuan ordered grilled skewers and brought out several cases of beer, planning to drown their sorrows in a man-to-man drinking session.

Before they started drinking, Li Chuan poured a glass of milk and put it in the microwave. “Luo Luo, do you want sugar?”

Jiang Luoluo nodded. “Yes, please.”

Li Chuan responded with an “Oh” and tore open a packet of brown sugar, about to pour the whole thing in.

A bloody figure flashed through his mind, and he pinched the middle of the packet, pouring in only half.

Then he cursed Mu Jianian under his breath.

The two men sat in the living room, the television blaring in the background, and began drinking.

Jiang Luoluo remained silent, clutching his glass and gulping down the alcohol.

Li Chuan exclaimed, “Luo Luo! You have an amazing tolerance!”

No sooner had he spoken than the figure across from him swayed and slumped face-first onto the table, sobbing loudly.

Li Chuan quickly stood up and poked his cheek. “Luo Luo—”

“I’m not Luo Luo!”

The soft, milky voice, tinged with alcohol, retorted petulantly.

After a moment, he hiccuped twice and whispered, “I’m Baby…”

Li Chuan thought about the name, his scalp prickling as he tentatively called out, then shuddered.

He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Li Chuan poked Luo Luo’s face again. “Are you drunk, Luo Luo?”

The person being poked stirred, seeming to sober up for a moment.

But he quickly buried his small face even more securely in the little space formed by his arms.

His voice came muffled from within, thick with resentment:

“Li Chuan, do you know? I really liked him…”

“During that time, I thought he was the person in the world who loved me most. He was everything to me.”

“I even dreamed countless times about our wedding. I imagined what flowers to use, what tableware to set, what kind of clothes to wear…”

“I even thought that for this life and the next, forever and ever, I wanted to be with him…”

“I liked him so much…”

“But why does he always treat me like this…”

Li Chuan sighed and silently poured himself another drink.

The person lying facedown propped his face up with one hand while holding the glass in the other, pouring the contents into his mouth.

Tears had matted his eyelashes into clumps against his eyelids, his eyes were red-rimmed, and the tip of his nose was flushed.

As the wine went down, tears streamed down Jiang Luoluo’s face.

Li Chuan watched his distress and urged, “Don’t drink so fast. Take it slow…”

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Luoluo choked on a mouthful and began coughing violently. His small face turned crimson, and his coughs were heart-wrenching.

Li Chuan quickly handed him a tissue and rushed to pour him water.

Jiang Luoluo waved him away and darted toward the bathroom.

The bathroom door slammed shut.

Immediately, the sound of gagging echoed from within.

Li Chuan hurried after her, shouting, “Luo Luo! What’s wrong, Luo Luo!!”

After another flush, Jiang Luoluo raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed. His  voice was hoarse from vomiting as he looked at Li Chuan and said, “I’m fine.”

A sharp ring of the doorbell interrupted them. Li Chuan glanced at the door. “Wait here a moment. I’ll see who it is.”

Opening the door, a delivery worker in a yellow uniform handed him two bags. “Hello, delivery service! Here are the items you ordered!”

Li Chuan blinked in surprise, taking the bags blankly.

He was about to say he hadn’t ordered anything when he looked up and saw the yellow figure had already run off.

Li Chuan closed the door and brought the bags inside, tearing open the packaging. Inside were several boxes of stomach medicine, cold medicine, a stack of steam eye masks, and a small bottle of throat lozenges.

In another packaging bag was steaming hot millet porridge.

There was no need to guess who had bought it.

Li Chuan looked at the items in his hand, unsure whether to scold Mu Jianian for his incorrigible habits or praise him for his thoughtfulness.

Suppressed vomiting sounds still echoed from the bathroom. Li Chuan glanced in that direction, then silently carried the millet porridge to the kitchen.

When Jiang Luoluo emerged from the bathroom, Li Chuan was already seated at the table.

On the table sat a bowl of millet porridge and a small box of stomach medicine.

Jiang Luoluo’s head was still fuzzy after vomiting. He sat down across from Li Chuan, obediently picked up the porridge, took a small sip, and asked with a hint of intoxication in his voice, “Chuan’er, how did you know my stomach was upset?”

Li Chuan mumbled a vague reply, “Drink more.”

After finishing their meal, they chatted for a while longer. Seeing that Jiang Luoluo looked tired, Li Chuan sent him off to the guest room to sleep.

Before leaving, Li Chuan handed over the stack of items again.

Jiang Luoluo lowered his head and blinked slowly, his large eyes still hazy—

The cold medicine was probably to prevent him from catching a chill.

The steam eye mask was for his red eyes.

And the hangover pills and throat lozenges…

These items were thoughtful to the extreme.

A deep, resonant voice from his memory echoed in his mind, leaving Jiang Luoluo feeling dizzy.

Jiang Luoluo stared at Li Chuan in astonishment, his voice slurred with alcohol:

“Chuan’er, are you really secretly in love with me?”

Li Chuan: “…”

Li Chuan silently glanced at the items he had handed over, his face contorting into a bitter expression.

To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Li Chuan mumbled, “Someone brought them while you were throwing up.”

Jiang Luoluo didn’t seem to understand. His long eyelashes fluttered, and his watery eyes blinked slowly, a hazy, drunken daze clouding his mind. He looked completely blank.

Seeing his state, Li Chuan knew the alcohol had hit him again.

He casually changed the subject and pushed Jiang Luoluo toward the bedroom.

After tucking Jiang Luoluo into bed, Li Chuan left the guest room, glanced at the pile of medicine, and walked to the window.

He yanked open the curtains.

It was already late at night, and the world was silent.

Frost had fallen, coating the black eaves in a layer of white and turning the roads into shimmering silver ribbons.

Parked silently on the internal road of the complex was a black Bugatti, its headlights on.

Li Chuan stared for a moment, then slammed the curtains shut, sealing the room in darkness.

“Serves you right!”

The Bugatti’s window was already down, and the howling north wind poured in, chilling the car’s interior.

A young man sat in the driver’s seat, his sharp jaw lifted, head tilted back, eyes as dark and dense as ink that refused to dissolve, fixed on a particular window.

Moonlight bathed his face, casting it in a cold, pale glow. His thin lips were devoid of color.

Suddenly, the curtains on that floor were yanked open. The man in the car’s eyes flashed with momentary brightness as he straightened up.

The floor was too high to make out the person’s features, but from their posture, it was clear it wasn’t his baby.

Mu Jianian tilted his head back, leaning out the car window to see if there was another small figure near the window.

But all he saw was the fluttering curtain.

The person inside seemed to have noticed him, abruptly pulling the curtains shut again.

The small window, along with the person behind it, was now completely obscured.

In the next instant, the lights went out.

He could see nothing.

Mu Jianian retracted his gaze, his slender fingers resting on the steering wheel.

A unlit cigarette was wedged between his fingers.

Cigarettes could ease loneliness, but his baby hated men who smoked.

He was angry, so Mu Jianian dared not smoke even more.

Loneliness enveloped Mu Jianian as he sat in the silent night, lingering for a long, long time.

He stayed until he was nearly frozen, his hand on the steering wheel stiff as stone.

Mu Jianian lowered his eyes, concealing the coldness in his gaze.

When his baby had run out of the villa alone, barefoot on the asphalt road, huddled in the bushes, was he this cold too?

When he spoke of recovering his memories, when his spine chilled and he couldn’t help but tremble, was this the same feeling?

A dull ache surged through Mu Jianian’s chest. He touched his chest, his fingertips moist with fresh blood seeping out.

Mu Jianian coughed, a salty, metallic taste filling his throat.

He remained remarkably calm, even nonchalant, lifting his eyelids slightly. He slowly wiped the blood from his fingertips and the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

A little pain is good.

This pain will constantly remind him of what he had done to him.

It will teach him a lesson.

When Jiang Luoluo woke up the next day, his phone was flooded with messages. His mother had been urging him to come home since morning, and it was nearly noon. After replying to his mother, Jiang Luoluo turned off his phone and stumbled out of his room.

He had never been a heavy drinker, and yesterday he had drunk too quickly, mixing white wine, beer, and foreign liquor until he blacked out.

As he entered the living room, he saw Li Chuan sitting on the sofa, staring intently at the takeout on the table.

Jiang Luoluo patted his rumbling stomach and exclaimed in delight, “Brother Chuan, you ordered takeout!!”

When he opened the containers, he found that most of the dishes were his favorites. His round eyes lit up even brighter, and he murmured to himself, “How did you know I liked these? Brother Chuan, could it be that—”

Li Chuan, fearing he would bring up the past, quickly changed the subject. “I just ordered whatever. The food’s nothing special. Let’s go eat downstairs.” He glanced at the takeout with disdain.

Jiang Luoluo tilted his snow-white face upward, his voice soft and gentle. “No, I really like these dishes~”

Li Chuan’s words caught in his throat.

Jiang Luoluo seized the opportunity to pull up a small stool and sit down, happily handing Li Chuan a pair of chopsticks. His watery eyes sparkled brightly. “Hurry, eat up! My stomach’s been hurting from hunger~”

Meeting Jiang Luoluo’s expectant gaze, Li Chuan grunted in response and reluctantly accepted the chopsticks, his appetite completely gone.

The person in front of him ate like a small animal, his cheeks puffed out as he savored each bite with extraordinary sweetness and cuteness.

Li Chuan stirred his porridge with a spoon, his mind filled with worries. He asked, “Luo Luo, what are you planning to do about Mu Jianian?”

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I just read a manhwa with the same troop, maybe today is dedicated to that theme.