TYMRHBDES Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Cold, Crazy School Prince x Delicate, Spoiled Brat 46

When Jiang Luoluo heard that Chen Cheng of Golden Shield Technology had been taken into custody for tax evasion, he felt remarkably calm.

He had already settled his score with Chen Cheng on the spot.

Li Chuan, sitting beside him, gleefully cursed Chen Cheng’s ancestors for three generations and wished him a lifetime in prison, never to be released.

It was April, and the weather had already turned warm. Li Chuan’s cousin had leased a mountain peak to run a rural resort and invited them to visit.

Jiang Luoluo, whose mind had been in turmoil lately, welcomed the chance to get away and clear his head. He had the housekeeper pack his bags and joined Li Chuan for the trip.

Xiao Mountain was a pristine wilderness area, renowned for its breathtaking scenery and abundant wild flowers and fruits, making it a popular destination for city dwellers.

After settling into their rooms, Jiang Luoluo and Li Chuan went fishing in the river and foraged for wild vegetables on the mountain. They enjoyed a delicious farm-fresh lunch.

Exhausted from the morning’s activities, Jiang Luoluo fell asleep after lunch and didn’t wake up until four in the afternoon.

He pushed open the wooden door and felt the cool mountain breeze brush against his face, a refreshing sensation. The air was exceptionally crisp, likely due to the rain the previous night.

As he walked outside, he faintly heard the voices of a group of young people, including Li Chuan’s.

“Luo Luo’s awake!”

The five people around Li Chuan—three women and two men—turned to look at him.

Jiang Luoluo greeted them and quickly learned they were also here for a getaway. Since they already knew each other, they agreed to have a barbecue together that evening.

Jiang Luoluo had no objections; he was fine with anything.

By the time they borrowed a grill from the kitchen, skewered the ingredients, and set up the barbecue stand, it was already seven o’clock.

After chatting for a while and getting acquainted, Jiang Luoluo was enjoying a grilled chicken wing Li Chuan had handed him when he overheard a girl next to them asking Li Chuan about Mu Jianian.

Her pretty face, lit by the charcoal’s glow, carried a hint of shyness.

“I met President Mu when I accompanied my uncle to an event. I heard he’s single now, so I thought I’d try to get to know him.”

The soft, feminine voice reached Jiang Luoluo’s ears as he buried his face in the chicken wing, his cheeks puffing out with each bite.

Sitting in the shadow beneath a tree, his expression remained unreadable.

“But I heard he was married before, abroad. I wonder what nationality his ex-wife was…”

“They’re divorced now, so it wouldn’t really be considered being a mistress if I pursued him, right…?”

Jiang Luoluo listened for a few moments, feeling uncomfortable, and quietly moved to the side.

Li Chuan was about to abandon the barbecue stall to follow him, but Jiang Luoluo subtly shook his head, and he sat back down.

The girl’s voice continued, shyly asking Li Chuan for information about Mu Jianian.

Jiang Luoluo turned away, the indifferent expression on his face softening as his head drooped.

As the ex-wife who had already signed the separation and divorce agreements, Jiang Luoluo forced the corners of her mouth upward, trying to smile.

But he couldn’t deny that even at this point, hearing someone else wanted to pursue Mu Jianian still made him feel uneasy.

Jiang Luoluo unconsciously wandered along the mountain path, thinking about Mu Jianian and the girl from earlier.

Before he knew it, he had reached an unfamiliar spot.

Jiang Luoluo simply sat down, plucked at the nearby grass, and started texting his mother.

A loud crash echoed behind his, followed by the sound of rolling stones. Jiang Luoluo’s gaze snapped up from his phone screen, and he turned to look—

In an instant,

his face drained of color, and he leaped to his feet in terror…

A rustling sound reached his ears. The figure buried beneath the rubble stirred, and two small hands emerged, gripping the stones.

His snow-white face was smudged with dirt, and his watery eyes darted around in the darkness, disoriented.

A sharp pain shot through his arm as he moved, bumping against a jagged rock beside him. He gasped, drawing in a sharp breath.

The surroundings were pitch-black. Even moonlight couldn’t penetrate the dense canopy of branches and vines overhead, leaving him in complete darkness. He couldn’t see a thing.

A cool breeze rustled through the trees, bringing with it the familiar rustling sounds—like small birds fluttering through the branches, or some slick creature slithering across the leaves.

Terrifying images flashed through Jiang Luoluo’s mind, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

He was surrounded by rubble from the landslide. Just above his head, a sharp, protruding rock loomed, threatening to tumble down at any moment.

Jiang Luoluo tried to stand, but his legs were numb, and he couldn’t move for what felt like an eternity. He strained his neck to look up and realized a heavy rock was pinning him down.

The cool breeze carried a cacophony of rustling sounds through the forest. Jiang Luoluo frantically turned his head from side to side, desperately searching for his phone to call for help.

But the phone was long gone, lost somewhere in the chaos.

And the sharp rock poised above his head could fall at any moment.

He could only futilely prop up one corner of the massive stone with his slender arms…

“A landslide?”

Mother Jiang sat bolt upright on the sofa, her fingers gripping her phone tightly. “Where’s Luo Luo? Where is he?”

Hearing the reply, she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

A voice called from the study, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Mother Jiang pinched her hand, struggling to maintain composure. “It’s nothing. Luo Luo called.”

Father Jiang raised his voice. “Tell him to enjoy his time off. Everything’s fine at the company. I’ll keep an eye on things for him.”

Mother Jiang nodded, wiped her tears, and carried her phone outside to the living room, her mind racing as she dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, she felt as if she had found her anchor. Her voice trembled as she spoke:

“Nian Nian…”

Two hours later, near Xiao Mountain.

Mu Jianian directed the search team into the mountains. Li Chuan, his legs caked in mud, his face etched with guilt, muttered:

“It’s all my fault. I should have taken better care of him.”

“If only I had gone with him.”

“I knew it had rained on the mountain yesterday, but Xiao Mountain hadn’t had a landslide in decades! Who could have predicted such a small rain would trigger one?”

“I shouldn’t have brought him to such an undeveloped area. Even a tourist attraction would have been better!”

Faced with Li Chuan’s remorseful words, Mu Jianian remained silent.

His slender fingers pressed against the topographic map of Xiao Mountain, his eyes lowered, his sharp facial features cold and unyielding.

If Mu Jianian hadn’t driven the four-hour journey in just two hours, Li Chuan might have thought he was only going through the motions.

Li Chuan twisted open a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down. When he turned around, Mu Jianian had vanished.

“Where did Mu Jianian go?” Li Chuan asked.

“He went that way,” someone replied.

Li Chuan tossed the empty bottle aside, switched on his high-beam flashlight, and strode off in the indicated direction.

A cold wind swept through, causing Jiang Luoluo to shiver for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

His body alternated between chills and feverish heat, leaving him weak and listless.

He figured he’d either freeze to death here or be crushed by that boulder looming overhead, which could roll down at any moment.

The mangled sight of his corpse would surely be gruesome.

Jiang Luoluo drifted in and out of consciousness, wondering if Mu Jianian would cry when his body was brought back.

He’d never seen Mu Jianian shed a tear before.

The warmth gradually drained from his body as he collapsed weakly onto the muddy ground, listening to the relentless wind that seemed to howl forever.

It was already April.

Yet today’s wind felt even colder than the day he’d fled the villa—a cruel, life-threatening chill.

Jiang Luoluo closed his eyes, his sickly face pale and fragile. His soft lips were so dry they were peeling, and his eyelashes lay limply against his cheeks, like the petals of a withered flower.

His mind swam in a haze, filled only with images of Mu Jianian.

He remembered Mu Jianian kissing him at the stadium, wearing a white shirt.

He remembered Mu Jianian walking beside him after school, carrying his snacks and backpack.

Later, he recalled Mu Jianian’s stern, fierce expression at the dinner table.

He remembered Mu Jianian coaxing him to eat.

He remembered Mu Jianian carrying him through the hot spring corridor.

He remembered Mu Jianian fighting for him.

He remembered Mu Jianian kneeling on the ground, applying medicine to his wounds.

And he remembered Mu Jianian standing amidst the fireworks, drenched in loneliness.

He didn’t mention that at that moment, watching Mu Jianian standing alone in the snow from the window, he had felt a pang of pity for him.

Because he remembered a saying he had once heard:

“If you feel sorry for someone by your side, it might be because you love them deeply.”

His fingers, which had been straining to push the stone, slowly slipped away, his wrist drooping limply.

Before losing consciousness, Jiang Luoluo heard a faint voice in his heart:

What am I going to do? I think I’ve really fallen in love with him…

What a pity… it seems there’s truly no chance left…

In a forest impenetrable to moonlight, a tall, slender figure moved swiftly through the dense undergrowth.

The beam of his flashlight cut through the midnight stillness like a luminous sword, illuminating the silent mountain terrain.

The footsteps and light startled the forest’s small creatures, their rustling echoing through the trees, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Yet the man’s pace never faltered. His long legs moved with unwavering precision, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with intense focus.

His foot struck something on the ground. Mu Jianian bent down and picked up a shattered smartphone.

He shone the light around, then began descending the steep slope.

Several hours later, the beam illuminated a small, curled-up figure among the rubble. Mu Jianian slowed his steps.

The man, who had maintained a cold composure all night, suddenly felt his eyes well up with tears. His earlier composure vanished, and the flashlight trembled in his hand.

His baby’s face was pale, almost translucent, with dried blood on his forehead and dirt smeared across his cheeks. His eyes were closed, and he lay motionless.

Mu Jianian’s heart clenched. He knelt on the ground, his trembling fingers reaching out to check Jiang Luoluo’s breath beneath her nose.

A faint exhale brought a surge of relief.

He pushed aside the rock and carefully lifted him into his arms, cradling him tightly against his chest.

His head rested softly against his chest, his warmth seeping through the thin windbreaker, burning against his skin.

Mu Jianian was so heartbroken he could barely speak. He removed his jacket and wrapped it around him, then lifted him again. The small head against his chest stirred.

His baby struggled to open his eyes. The moment his beautiful almond eyes met his, they misted over, his lips trembling with a pitiful pout.

Hs weak voice was barely a whisper: “Husband…”

Mu Jianian’s entire body shuddered, tears streaming down his face.

He held him tightly, his throat raw with emotion, his breathing ragged with pain. “Husband’s here.”

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