Chapter 141: Cold, Crazy School Prince x Delicate, Spoiled Brat 49
A few minutes later, Jiang Luoluo’s cheeks were flushed pink and white, his lips glistening wet and red. His eyes were misty with a layer of hazy tears, even his eyelashes clinging to droplets, making him look utterly pitiful.
He pouted, feeling like he’d lost both the battle and the war, and softly protested his unfair treatment.
Mu Jianian, appearing utterly unmoved, tossed Jiang Luoluo’s still-steaming fried chicken and a cola with ice clinking inside straight into the trash can.
“Mu Jianian, you said if I behaved, you’d pretend not to see!” Jiang Luoluo pointed at his lips, his voice tinged with grievance. “You nearly bit through my lip!”
Mu Jianian remained impassive. “Husband only said he’d pretend not to see, not that he’d let you eat this junk food.”
Jiang Luoluo huffed and buried his face in Mu Jianian’s chest.
Mu Jianian chuckled, shaking his head, and his large hand slid down the back of Jiang Luoluo’s neck to his spine.
Suddenly, the person in his arms lifted his head, his small nose sniffing around Mu Jianian’s body.
Mu Jianian carried a peculiar scent, like a blend of woody perfumes, yet unlike any common brand. It even masked his own usual cold, crisp fragrance.
Mu Jianian found Jiang Luoluo’s actions particularly endearing. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Jiang Luoluo rolled his eyes, a sour feeling rising in his heart. This overwhelming scent was everywhere. Where had Mu Jianian been?
*Abandoning his wife and child, neglecting his marital duties!*
*How infuriating!*
*I’ll make him pay!*
Jiang Luoluo stayed in the hospital for over half a month. Fortunately, his leg wasn’t fractured, and by the time he was discharged, he could hop around without difficulty.
After a meal and a night at the Jiang family home, he returned to the villa with Mu Jianian the next day.
The housekeeper had prepared a feast in advance.
After dinner, back in the bedroom, Jiang Luoluo eagerly held a cup to Mu Jianian’s lips, offering him water.
His transparent “I’m up to something” demeanor amused Mu Jianian, who chuckled softly but pretended not to notice, obediently drinking the water from Jiang Luoluo’s hand.
Jiang Luoluo beamed as he finished feeding Mu Jianian, then cupped his cheeks, studying his reaction.
But before he could finish his observation, he was suddenly scooped up and tossed onto the bed.
They were busy all night.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting the bedroom in a dim glow.
Jiang Luoluo touched his numb tongue, still tingling from the night before, and glared at the figure on the bed.
But when he imagined Mu Jianian’s reaction upon waking, his anger dissolved. He even tucked the blanket more snugly around Mu Jianian with surprising tenderness.
About an hour later, Mu Jianian slowly stirred awake.
His head swam with lingering grogginess. As he opened his eyes and pressed his temples, the clatter of metal chains echoed through the room.
His mind instantly cleared.
Mu Jianian’s eyes snapped open, meeting Jiang Luoluo’s expectant gaze.
The chains continued to jangle as Mu Jianian tilted his head, noticing the gleaming metal restraints binding his wrist. One end was secured to his wrist, while the other, a long chain, was anchored to the headboard.
Mu Jianian stared at Jiang Luoluo in utter shock.
When he drank the water last night, he had considered every possibility.
But he never imagined Jiang Luoluo would dare to do this!
Seeing the disbelief flash across Mu Jianian’s face, Jiang Luoluo pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, happily wiggling his small feet.
He was clearly pleased with himself.
Within moments, Mu Jianian regained his composure.
He looked at the small figure sitting before him. “Baby?”
As he spoke, he raised his wrist, causing the chains to clink together.
“Want to play something a little more exciting today?”
Jiang Luoluo, who had been holding the upper hand, blushed.
His pale fingers tapped the table, his small face tense. “Mu Jianian, be quiet. I’m here to interrogate you.”
He looked remarkably serious, like a tiny judge.
Mu Jianian nodded in compliance.
Leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed, he adopted an attentive posture, as if ready to listen intently and sincerely repent.
Jiang Luoluo cleared his throat, trying to appear even more stern.
He stood up and, with exaggerated formality, clasped his small hands behind his back, slowly approaching Mu Jianian.
Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, he tripped over the rug, stumbled forward, and landed with a *thud* across Mu Jianian’s crossed legs.
The judge’s solemn demeanor vanished instantly. Jiang Luoluo patted Mu Jianian’s legs and quickly scrambled to his feet.
Seeing that he wasn’t hurt, Mu Jianian’s heart relaxed.
Jiang Luoluo still looked dazed, even glancing back at the offending rug with a huff of indignation.
Then he turned back to Mu Jianian, resuming his earnest gaze.
The man leaning against the headboard wore a faint smile, his handsome features tinged with amusement.
“Ready to pass judgment, Your Honor?” he asked, his deep, magnetic voice rising slightly at the end, imbuing even his formal words with a hint of mischief.
Jiang Luoluo lowered his head to look at Mu Jianian, his cheeks flushed. “Mu Jianian, you said you were going out for an hour before ten this morning. What did you *really* do?”
Mu Jianian thought carefully. “Do I have to tell you right now?”
Jiang Luoluo plopped down on his lap, tilting his head. “What else?”
When Mu Jianian didn’t react, Jiang Luoluo pouted, looking slightly displeased.
“Mu Jianian, you don’t love me anymore…”
Mu Jianian chuckled, gazing at him. “So you finally realize how much I love you.”
Jiang Luoluo huffed softly.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll punish you.”
Mu Jianian looked like he was ready to accept any punishment. “Alright.”
He gazed at the person sitting on his lap, his dark eyes brimming with undisguised affection and longing. “How will my baby punish me?”
A faint excitement flickered across Mu Jianian’s face.
“Will you lock me in this villa, forbidding me from seeing anyone?”
“Or perhaps chain me to the bed, never letting me leave, so that everywhere I look, I see only you, day and night, until you’re carrying my child…”
Jiang Luoluo leaned forward and covered his mouth. “Stop talking.”
A flawlessly delicate face appeared before him: snow-white skin, crimson lips, almond eyes with rosy cheeks, and eyes glistening with a watery sheen, as if he’d been wronged.
The tips of his ears flushed faintly, as if he couldn’t bear to hear Mu Jianian’s words.
He pressed a soft, small hand against his mouth, his little finger resting on his chin, looking both delicate and pitiful.
Mu Jianian kissed his palm, signaling that he would stop talking.
Only then did Jiang Luoluo release him, his round eyes blinking as if pondering something.
In just a moment, he had made up his mind, sliding off Mu Jianian’s lap.
After taking only two steps, he suddenly turned back, glaring at Mu Jianian.
On his beautiful face, a pair of radiant eyes tilted upward slightly, giving him a mischievous and spoiled look.
“Mu Jianian, you love peeking at me in the shower, don’t you?”
“Then I’ll indulge you.”
Mu Jianian, unsure of what Jiang Luoluo was planning, leaned back against the bed, watching him.
Just a few steps away, his young wife stood wearing an oversized T-shirt that reached mid-thigh.
Below, his long, slender legs glowed faintly white in the curtained room.
Jiang Luoluo stopped in front of him and suddenly bent over.
The wide neckline of the T-shirt was too loose, revealing everything as he leaned forward.
Mu Jianian’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly as he stared intently at Jiang Luoluo, anticipating his next move.
Jiang Luoluo smiled at him, his eyes curving into a charming crescent shape, and continued to bend over.
A few seconds later, a small piece of pure white cotton fabric arced through the air, landing softly on Mu Jianian’s high, throwing straight at his nose.
Mu Jianian’s heart skipped a beat, then began to race wildly.
A soft voice echoed through the air: “Mu Jianian, do you feel humiliated?”
The sweet, fresh scent of his little wife filled his nostrils.
Mu Jianian’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice, hard.
Jiang Luoluo’s cheerful voice continued: “Humiliation won’t help you. I’m not going to take it off for you anyway~”
“Alright~ I’m going to take a shower now~”
Light footsteps padded away as slender, even legs walked toward the bathroom, like a kitten tiptoeing on its paws.
The shower turned on, followed by the sound of fine streams of water hitting the floor.
A warm mist enveloped the frosted glass, obscuring everything. Through the haze, Mu Jianian could vaguely make out a figure raising an arm and pulling off an oversized T-shirt.
The silhouette inside the frosted glass seemed to grow leaner.
As the mist thickened, the figure became increasingly indistinct.
Moments later, a small hand appeared on the glass, fingers tracing three words:
“Mu Jianian.”
The condensation cleared where the fingers had written, revealing the bathroom interior with increasing clarity.
The writing was positioned just high enough that Mu Jianian could see a glimpse of a slender waist inside the bathroom.
Water droplets rolled down.
He could easily span it with one hand.
A look of obsession crept across Mu Jianian’s refined face, his sharp jawline becoming even more pronounced as his thin lips pressed tightly together.
He leaned forward slightly, causing the small piece of cloth on his nose to slide down his thin lips and drift further downward.
Mu Jianian reached out to catch it, but the chain shackling his wrist was too short, restricting his movement before his hand could extend.
He watched helplessly as the cloth fluttered in mid-air, finally landing on the carpet beside the bed.
A look of regret crossed Mu Jianian’s face. He tugged at the restraint on his wrist, his thin eyelids flickered, and he glanced back at the person in the bathroom.
The steamy mist continued to rise.
His darling was bathing with such focused joy, completely unaware of his presence.
Mu Jianian withdrew his gaze, focusing on his wrist. He covered the restraint with his other hand and gripped it firmly.
A crisp “click” echoed through the room. Mu Jianian flexed his wrist, and the shackle fell onto the bedsheets.
Free from restraint, he easily bent down and retrieved the white cloth from the floor.
He clenched it tightly in his palm.
