TYMRHBDES Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Cold, Crazy School Idol x Delicate, Spoiled Little Brat (End)

He could solve this kind of thing without even thinking.

Sounds came from the bathroom—the shower had stopped, and his baby was about to come out.

Sure enough, a small hand pushed open the bathroom door, and Jiang Luoluo emerged.

Mu Jianian glanced at the object on the bedsheet, picked it up, and swiftly locked himself in with a *click*.

Jiang Luoluo, wrapped in a bath towel, looked up and saw Mu Jianian standing there with an expression of calm indifference.

He flashed Mu Jianian, who was now unable to move, a sweet smile and sauntered over.

Mu Jianian watched him approach.

His darling, wrapped in his usual light gray bath towel, with bare shoulders and thighs, gazed at him with innocent eyes.

Even though his face clearly telegraphed, “How should I tease Mu Jianian?” it only made him more adorable.

Jiang Luoluo plopped down on the bed.

Mu Jianian looked at his wet hair and said gently, “Dry your hair, baby.”

Jiang Luoluo shook his head. “No.”

As he spoke, he lifted his leg and pressed his foot against Mu Jianian’s chest, tossing a nail clipper at him.

His soft voice was utterly spoiled: “Mu Jianian, trim my nails.”

Mu Jianian complied, adjusting Jiang Luoluo’s foot to a comfortable position and picking up the nail clipper. The length was perfect.

Jiang Luoluo watched Mu Jianian’s expression.

He doesn’t even want to talk. I must have really bullied him today.

Mu Jianian remained silent, focusing all his energy on controlling himself.

After all, his delicate little darling was wearing nothing but a loosely wrapped bath towel, brazenly exposing himself.

The smooth, snow-white skin stretched from the back of his foot, which Mu Jianian held, all the way up his thigh beneath the towel.

Jiang Luoluo was so fragile that Mu Jianian dared not apply any pressure.

His tender skin would easily bruise with the slightest force.

Seeing Mu Jianian finish trimming his nails without a flicker of emotion, Jiang Luoluo blinked his large, dewy eyes and declared proudly:

“Mu Jianian, don’t you feel humiliated and furious?”

Mu Jianian remained silent.

He gripped Jiang Luoluo’s ankle, his thumb gently stroking the skin. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Do you think this is humiliating for me?”

The person before him tilted his head, looking puzzled.

Mu Jianian’s fingers slowly tightened around Jiang Luoluo’s ankle, his gaze burning like fire, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

“I’d rather have more of this kind of humiliation…”

Sensing danger, Jiang Luoluo tried to pull his leg away and escape. After all, Mu Jianian was already restrained.

But before he could flee, Mu Jianian yanked him closer by the ankle.

With a *click*, the restraint that had bound Mu Jianian’s wrist now locked around Jiang Luoluo’s ankle.

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes widened in shock, his bewildered expression only making him look even more adorable.

Mu Jianian loosened his wrist, pulled Jiang Luoluo into his arms, and gently kissed his lips.

“Be good, darling.”

The little judge who had been judging others was bullied into tears.

Even by nightfall, his eyes remained red, like a little rabbit’s.

He sat in Mu Jianian’s arms, looking utterly wronged, and under the man’s gentle gaze, obediently tore up the divorce agreement bearing the names Jiang Luoluo and Mu Jianian.

Then, tilting his head back, he promised in a soft, coquettish voice that he would never mention divorce again.

The man holding him curled his lips into a smile, his phoenix eyes half-lowered as he gently kissed Jiang Luoluo’s head.

Two weeks later, Jiang Luoluo stood hand-in-hand with Mu Jianian in their new home, the air thick with the mingled scent of woody cologne.

Jiang Luoluo finally understood where Mu Jianian had gone that day.

After touring the new house, Mu Jianian led him to the third-floor balcony, where their own home stood just a wall away. From this vantage point, they could see the peonies in the garden, carefully tended by Jiang Luoluo’s mother, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Mu Jianian wrapped his arms around Jiang Luoluo from behind, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

The sky above blazed with sunset hues, painting the horizon in fiery shades. The two stood silently beneath the radiant sky, like figures in a painting.

“Mu Jianian, will we always live near my parents now?”

The voice in his arms was soft, its tone light and joyful, barely containing its excitement.

“Mm,” Mu Jianian murmured, his deep voice resonating near Jiang Luoluo’s ear.

“Will our darling be happier living so close to Mom and Dad?”

The small head pressed against his chin nodded vigorously. “Happy!” Jiang Luoluo replied sweetly. “Thank you, Husband~”

A figure in a modernized qipao emerged from the neighboring villa. The woman, with her delicate features, waved in their direction.

“Nian Nian, bring Luo Luo over for dinner!”

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes curved into crescents with laughter. Cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, he eagerly called back, “Okay, Mom~!”

“Okay, Mom~”

After dinner, they left the Jiang Family home and walked west along the road.

The night was deep and dark, but a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a veil of moonlight as thin as gauze over the two figures walking hand-in-hand.

Mu Jianian had shared a few drinks with his father-in-law, and Jiang Luoluo had joined in the fun. After three glasses of wine, he was pleasantly tipsy, his steps swaying slightly.

He wore Mu Jianian’s suit jacket, its sleeves dangling long and loose. His silhouette, reflected on the ground, resembled a little penguin waddling in search of food.

Mu Jianian crouched down in front of the “penguin” and patted his own back.

The little penguin obediently reached out, wrapping his arms around Mu Jianian’s neck and resting his head on his shoulder.

Their shadows merged under the moonlight. Mu Jianian’s arms cradled Jiang Luoluo’s thighs, and he listened to the sweet, wine-tinged breath against his ear.

The person on his back had fallen asleep, occasionally murmuring a word or two in his sleep, calling out “Husband” in a soft, coquettish voice, his soft lips pressed against the nape of Mu Jianian’s neck.

The road under the streetlights seemed endless, the leaves rustling in the wind on either side. The moment was so serene, so perfect, that one wished it could last forever.

His little wife lay quietly against his shoulder, his sleeping face peaceful, hus dreams sweet and fragrant.

In the vast, surging river of time, they would forever remain together, inseparable companions, each other’s perfect match.

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[New world transfer complete!]

With a steady mechanical voice, the scene before me snapped into focus.

The entrance to Huaguo’s largest film and television studio.

Reporters, cameras slung over their shoulders and microphones in hand, crouched nearby, constantly craning their necks to peer inside.

The August heat was sweltering, beads of sweat glistening on many foreheads, their T-shirts damp with perspiration. Yet no one left, all huddled together, waiting for someone to emerge.

Today’s interview would be a guaranteed hit. As long as Pei Yu showed his face, the clicks would soar.

Just before noon, a luxurious silver-white RV pulled up smoothly to the studio entrance, its license plate—six sixes—drawing particular attention.

The moment the RV door opened, reporters swarmed forward.

An assistant emerged first, quickly unfurling a parasol. Several bodyguards in black suits followed, forming a human barrier to hold back the crowd and clear a path.

Amid the reporters’ clamor, a tall figure leaped down from the vehicle.

Standing over 190 centimeters tall, the man’s hair was dyed a striking smoky gray. Pure black sunglasses perched on his high, straight nose, and a glittering ear cuff adorned his ear. With a sharp, defined jawline, he cast a cold, arrogant glance at the jostling reporters.

Beneath a cardboard box in a corner near the studio entrance, a small fennec fox let out a weak squeak: “Chirp~”

[So handsome!]

[System: He’s seriously handsome!]

Meanwhile, the reporters outside the gate erupted into a frenzy.

“Teacher Pei, rumors are circulating that you stole Best Actor Zhou Jing’s role. Is this true?”

“Teacher Pei, a rising starlet has publicly declared her affection for you, calling you her ideal type. What are your thoughts on this?”

“Teacher Pei, rumors claim you bought one of the custom made world’s only Ferraris but have never been seen driving it. Is it true that you modified the car into a race car and crashed it into scrap metal during a late-night street race?”

“Teacher Pei, what are your upcoming work plans?”

Pei Yu strode through the crowd without glancing sideways, his thin lips pressed into a tight, aloof line.

Suddenly, a clear voice cut through the reporters’ clamor:

“Teacher Pei, industry insiders claim that Fang Yan, a former idol group member, publicly confessed his feelings for you, only to be brutally beaten by you.”

Pei Yu stopped in his tracks.

His handsome face, framed by sunglasses, turned toward the source of the voice.

Encouraged, the speaker continued:

“Do you look down on actors who debuted through talent shows, or are you simply homophobic?”

“Teacher Pei, do you think you’re acting too arrogantly? Shouldn’t you apologize to Fang Yan?”

The speaker finished, nervously watching the tall, leggy man in the crowd.

Pei Yu’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. The metal accents on his sunglasses glinted in the sunlight, while the dark lenses remained inscrutable.

He spoke, his cold voice cutting through the air with an arrogant disdain:

“None of your damn business.”

The Little Fox, hidden beneath a cardboard box near the base entrance, let out two more “chirps.” The System automatically translated for him, adding its own commentary:

[He’s really pulling off that arrogant act.]

Seeing Pei Yu break away from the crowd and stride toward the base entrance, the Little Fox buried his head in the box, frantically chasing his tail in circles while emitting a series of frantic “chirp-chirp-chirp” sounds.

[Once you regain your human form, you’ll be able to speak properly.]

[Otherwise, a little fennec fox talking like a human in broad daylight would be utterly terrifying!]

[Luo Luo, hurry! Pei Yu’s coming! Go seduce him now!]

Jiang Luoluo, in his Little Fox form, sat in the cardboard box, hugging his fluffy tail. He slowly typed a question mark in his mind:

Seduce Pei Yu?

Make him fall in love with me?

In this form?!

Who’s the pervert here—you or Pei Yu?!

A few seconds later, as the footsteps drew closer, the Little Fox cautiously poked his head out.

Seeing Pei Yu about to arrive, the fist-sized Jiang Luoluo, still clutching his tail, scrambled out of the box and planted himself in the middle of the road.

The next instant, a leather boot sole descended from the sky, nearly crushing the Little Fox’s head.

The little fox’s ears shot straight up in fright, and it let out a terrified “squeak!”

Pei Yu heard the sound and looked down to see a palm-sized creature at his feet.

It was small and white, with fluffy fur, round eyes, and a round head. Its large ears stood erect, and its front paws were wrapped around its long, bushy tail.

Seeing that Pei Yu remained unmoved, the little fox, Jiang Luoluo, mustered its courage and used its fluffy white tail to brush against his ankle through his trouser leg.

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