TYMRHBDES Chapter 140

Chapter 142: Cold, Crazy School Prince x娇 Soft, Spoiled Little Brat 48

He was teasing himself by repeating his father’s words!

Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed crimson as he obediently shook his head, his voice soft and sweet: “No.”

Mu Jianian raised an eyebrow. “You’re disgusted with me?”

Jiang Luoluo shook his head again, his rosy cheeks making him look utterly adorable. “It’s not disgust…”

“Not disgust?” Mu Jianian countered, his voice laced with amusement. “Then who was it who woke up crying and demanding to find his husband, even threatening to die with me?”

The moment Mu Jianian finished speaking, Jiang Luoluo’s face turned so red it looked like it might bleed.

Clutching his chopsticks, his face burning with embarrassment, he pleaded softly, “Don’t say any more…”

When he had first woken up, he had been surrounded by a crowd: his parents, Li Chuan, the doctor, and even several key employees from the company.

They had been clustered around him, their faces etched with worry as they stared at him intently.

He had scanned the crowd, but Mu Jianian was nowhere to be seen.

Just as he had asked, his heart pounding with fear, “Where’s Mu Jianian?” his mother’s tears had begun to fall, her voice choked with sobs: “Nian Nian is gone…”

Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat. His already pale face drained of color, and his frail body trembled as he spoke, his voice choked with sobs:

“I want my husband…”

“I don’t want him to die…”

“I want to be with him, so he doesn’t die alone…”

“Waaah… Was he cremated?”

“……”

The crowd froze, a deathly silence hanging in the air.

Mu Jianian, the man being questioned about cremation, parted the crowd, carrying a water bottle. After a moment’s hesitation, he said:

“He hasn’t been cremated yet.”

Jiang Luoluo’s sobs abruptly ceased.

The doctor sighed in relief, waving his hand to instruct the intern beside him to take notes:

“Wonderful! Wonderful! He’s not brain-damaged!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, everyone eagerly congratulating the bewildered Jiang Luoluo.

Mother Jiang wept tears of joy. “You scared me to death! I thought you’d been burned stupid!”

Surrounded by well-wishers, Jiang Luoluo tilted his head, his tear-filled eyes fixed on Mu Jianian in the crowd.

Mu Jianian patted his head, his clear, gentle voice carrying through the crowd, distinct and soothing:

“Congratulations, baby.”

Jiang Luoluo’s cheek was pinched, snapping him out of his reverie. He looked up at Mu Jianian.

He still remembered that night.

He had been lying alone beneath a rock, his body shaking with fever, helplessly awaiting death.

Fortunately, Mu Jianian had arrived before death, pulling him into his arms.

The journey back must have been treacherous. Mu Jianian, carrying him, stumbled countless times.

Yet each time, he had shielded Jiang Luoluo perfectly, protecting him from even the slightest scratch.

That day, Li Chuan had mentioned seeing the doctor change Mu Jianian’s bandages. His body was covered in bruises, all from being battered against the rocks. The gashes on his arms were so deep they exposed bone.

That night, Mu Jianian had fallen countless times while carrying him.

Jiang Luoluo’s mind was hazy; he couldn’t recall exactly when Mu Jianian’s arm had been injured. But as Mu Jianian held his head tightly against his chest, one thought consumed him:

If I can wake up again, if I can make it back alive—

Then I want to try facing my heart directly, to love Mu Jianian again…

“Why are you staring at me without moving?”

Mu Jianian waved his hand in front of Jiang Luoluo’s eyes. “Do you need to use the restroom but are too embarrassed to say so, baby?”

Jiang Luoluo snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head.

“I don’t want to go~”

His leg had been injured by a falling rock, making it difficult to move. He needed assistance even to walk, let alone use the restroom.

Originally, his parents and a caregiver had been helping him at the hospital. But no matter who assisted him, he felt deeply embarrassed.

With Mu Jianian, the embarrassment was even worse.

Yet his mother was determined to give him and Mu Jianian a chance to bond. This morning, she had abruptly dismissed the caregiver.

Left with no choice, he had to accept Mu Jianian’s help.

“You should still go. Husband has to leave for an hour soon and won’t be able to stay with you.”

Jiang Luoluo nodded obediently and reached out to Mu Jianian.

Mu Jianian pulled him into a half-embrace, half-support, and guided him to the bathroom. As soon as Jiang Luoluo was steady on his feet, he felt a large hand slide around his waist.

Jiang Luoluo quickly pressed down on the hand, his face flushing. “I can do it myself…”

Mu Jianian raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Jiang Luoluo mumbled softly, “Could you… could you leave? The caregiver always left before…”

Mu Jianian sighed softly, looking genuinely hurt.

“Baby, do you see me and the caregiver as the same?”

Jiang Luoluo shook his head vigorously, his long lashes lifting as his dewy eyes gazed up at Mu Jianian, his lips red and pouty. He looked utterly innocent and easily manipulated.

“Then Husband won’t help. How about our baby does it himself?”

Seeing Mu Jianian’s compromise, Jiang Luoluo felt too embarrassed to insist further, lest he appear overly dramatic. He shifted slightly, making tiny tugging motions at his pants.

The faint rustle of fabric filled the air. Mu Jianian kindly asked, “Is it hard to unfasten your pants?”

Jiang Luoluo’s cheeks flushed. He covered his face with one hand and mumbled, “No, it’s not hard…” His voice was nasal, with a coquettish lilt at the end: “Don’t look at me…”

Mu Jianian obediently turned away, adopting the air of a virtuous gentleman.

Jiang Luoluo glanced at him quickly, preparing to proceed discreetly. But even with Mu Jianian’s back turned and his silence, Jiang Luoluo still felt mortified. The more anxious and embarrassed he became, the harder it was to go.

Jiang Luoluo pressed his lips together, staring down, silently praying Mu Jianian wouldn’t look at him.

Suddenly, a series of whistles echoed from the bathroom.

Jiang Luoluo: “!!!”

The whistling continued, Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed crimson. He didn’t dare look at Mu Jianian’s expression, his eyelashes trembling rapidly as he stubbornly finished his business.

Before he could even pull up his pants, a hand wrapped around his waist, and a deep, teasing voice murmured in his ear:

“So small.”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyelashes fluttered twice, the blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck.

“Pink and tender, very pretty,” Mu Jianian praised.

Jiang Luoluo nearly fainted from embarrassment. His soft, delicate tone carried no real threat:

“Mu Jianian, if you say another word, I won’t talk to you anymore…”

Mu Jianian hummed thoughtfully. “What did you call me, baby?”

Jiang Luoluo wished he could disappear into the floor. He refused to answer.

Mu Jianian raised an eyebrow, pretending not to hear him. He leaned closer to Jiang Luoluo’s ear and persisted:

“Have you always been like this?”

“So clean? So fair and tender?”

“Or do you shave it every time—”

“Husband…”

Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed crimson as he cut Mu Jianian off.

His curled eyelashes trembled like leaves in the wind, his small face a mask of mortification and indignation as he gazed at Mu Jianian with a coquettish look:

“Husband…”

“Don’t say any more, Husband…”

A soft chuckle filled the air as Mu Jianian lowered his head and kissed the hair at his temple.

“Such a good boy.”

After accompanying Jiang Luoluo through dinner, Mu Jianian left.

Jiang Luoluo buried his face in a pillow, his ears burning red.

“Mu Jianian, you’re so annoying…”

Watching him in this lovestruck state, the System clicked its tongue in amusement.

[Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk…]

[I hope you really do find him annoying…]

Jiang Luoluo clutched the pillow over his ears, nearly burying his entire head in it.

“Hmph, you’re annoying too.”

“President Mu, the room, pool, and garden have all been arranged according to your specifications. Please take a look and let us know if anything needs adjustment.”

Mu Jianian nodded coolly and strode ahead, the professionally dressed woman walking beside him.

“This is your study. According to the blueprints you provided—”

“It’s fine,” Mu Jianian said, glancing casually around before withdrawing his gaze. “Take me to the kitchen.”

The woman smiled politely. “President Mu, your attention to the kitchen suggests your husband must be an excellent cook.”

Hearing this, Mu Jianian’s thin lips curved slightly.

“He’s never even set foot in the kitchen. He’s too delicate. I couldn’t bear to let him cook.”

“Though he does enjoy my cooking,” Mu Jianian added, glancing at the woman.

Catching his eye, the woman offered a sincere compliment:

“President Mu, your bond with your partner is truly admirable. It’s rare to find a man as accomplished as you who still takes the time to cook at home.”

“No wonder they say the more successful a man is, the more he cherishes his wife.”

Mu Jianian’s expression remained impassive, revealing no emotion.

The woman quickly changed her tone, flattering the unseen Mrs. Mu: “Your wife must be incredibly beautiful and accomplished, a true beauty!”

Mu Jianian gave her an approving glance. “Of course.”

In the hospital room, Jiang Luoluo checked the time again. Only half an hour had passed. Mu Jianian should be back soon.

Maybe I still have time.

He dialed the number, and the call was answered after just two rings.

Mu Jianian’s voice came through the phone: “Are you bored, baby?”

Jiang Luoluo hummed in agreement, obediently admitting it.

“Husband will be back soon, okay?”

Just ten minutes after hanging up, Mu Jianian rushed back.

The moment he pushed open the door, he saw the person sitting on the bed suddenly move, reaching down with an arm as if hiding something.

Mu Jianian glanced behind him. “What are you hiding?”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes darted nervously. “Nothing!”

Mu Jianian stood by the bed, looking down at the clearly guilty Jiang Luoluo. “Really?”

Jiang Luoluo, though lacking reason, stubbornly insisted, “Yes!”

Mu Jianian leaned closer, closing the distance between them.

Jiang Luoluo braced himself against the bed, his body tilting backward.

Mu Jianian’s handsome face loomed inches away, his eyes half-lowered as his gaze slowly slid from Jiang Luoluo’s face to his mouth.

His voice was firm: “Liar.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked his large, clear eyes, the black and white irises sparkling.

Mu Jianian continued to lean in.

Forced back by the pressure, Jiang Luoluo’s arms trembled, nearly collapsing onto the pillow.

A large hand gripped his waist through the pajamas, the thumb gently stroking the fabric twice.

Mu Jianian’s voice was low and soft: “Something’s digging into my hand.”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes darted nervously.

Mu Jianian: “If you’re a good boy, Husband can pretend not to notice.”

“What does ‘being a good boy’ mean?”

Mu Jianian chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Jiang Luoluo’s lips.

The person on the bed, face flushed, tilted his head back, obediently opening his mouth for a kiss.

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