Chapter 47: Can a Gloomy Extra Be Locked in a Dark Room? [13]

Chapter 47 Will the Gloomy Cannon Fodder Get Locked in a Dark Room? "13"

"There's a first aid kit in the corner over there. Could you help me patch this up?"

Wen Yihe's voice was gentle with a hint of pleading, sure Mu Jin wouldn't turn down such a small request.

And sure enough, Mu Jin didn't refuse. He got up, found the first aid kit Wen Yihe mentioned, and helped him clean it up.

Wen Yihe watched Mu Jin carefully tending to his wound, dropped his gaze, and spoke softly:

"A Jin, Luo Chen just likes you too much, which is why he lost it and went after me earlier. But it was all just a misunderstanding, really. He's usually just a little hot-tempered; he wouldn't just go around hitting people."

Mu Jin frowned: "So whoever I like, he's gonna go after them?"

Wen Yihe said with a helpless tone: "Luo Chen's been super possessive over things he likes since he was a kid—nobody can even touch them."

"But he's still young, so just think of him as a kid who hasn't grown up yet... This is on me too. I didn't expect him to suddenly show up here looking for me today."

Wen Yihe sighed again, almost as if talking to himself:

"A while back, I heard he went out with some friends. Nobody knows where he went—nobody could get ahold of him."

"Today's on me too. If I'd known he was coming... none of this would've happened."

Mu Jin's brow furrowed even deeper: "How is this your fault? Besides, he's not exactly a kid anymore."

Wen Yihe watched Mu Jin put everything away, then suddenly asked: "A Jin, I'm his brother, sure, but I'm also your friend."

"I know he likes you, but he told me you like him back. But I've never actually asked you about it. So now I wanna ask—do you really like him?"

Wen Yihe's eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled: "Don't worry, I don't have any ulterior motive."

"It's just that Luo Chen is way too stubborn. Once he sets his mind on something, he'll do whatever it takes to get it. That could end up causing you a lot of trouble in your everyday life."

"If you don't like him, just tell me straight up, and I'll take care of it for you."

There was a subtle hint of coaxing in Wen Yihe's gentle voice.

Mu Jin stared right at Wen Yihe. He couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling, but he didn't like it.

But he also hated trouble—especially since Ye Luochen was supposed to like Ji Fengyan originally, but now he'd gone and hit Wen Yihe because of him.

The plot for these side characters had completely gone off the rails.

Ji Fengyan was still pretty normal, aside from being a little nicer to him.

And He Zhize, this world's villain, hadn't even shown up yet.

Mu Jin felt a bit down.

Even though he'd been through the last world and knew the plot wasn't set in stone, what was happening now was way too different from the plot he'd been given.

Wen Yihe just watched him quietly, a faint smile on his lips, waiting for his answer.

Mu Jin mulled it over and finally said: "I don't like him. I never did."

"But a while back, he lost his appetite. Turns out watching me eat made him hungry, so I signed a contract with him to share one meal a day."

Wen Yihe looked a bit curious: "A contract? So how much is he paying you?"

Mu Jin: "Thirty thousand a day. He bought the monthly package."

Wen Yihe: "???"

Even Wen Yihe almost lost his composure at that, and the look he gave Mu Jin grew even more complicated.

Thirty grand a day just to have Mu Jin eat with him.

Tsk. Why didn't he think of that?

Wen Yihe then said: "So, want me to help you get out of this contract?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it cleanly. He won't come bothering you anymore."

Mu Jin looked at Wen Yihe's serious face, a little curious: "Aren't you his brother, though?"

But Wen Yihe said matter-of-factly: "Cousin, not actual brother."

"Besides, you're my friend. This was his fault from the start. I just figured you actually liked him, so I never said anything."

"But since you don't, of course I won't let him bother you. And honestly, I think you're right."

Wen Yihe suddenly turned to Mu Jin, grinning like a fox:

"He's not a kid anymore. It's time he learned to control that temper of his. That's good for both you and him."

Mu Jin didn't have much of a reaction: "Oh, then I'll send back the rest of the money."

Wen Yihe smiled: "Just transfer the rest to me. I'll take care of it. Since you don't like him, we should cut off his hopes completely. Better to have zero contact."

Mu Jin thought Wen Yihe made sense and nodded in agreement.

Wen Yihe didn't dwell on the matter with Mu Jin.

After they cleaned up, he took Mu Jin to that grilled fish place, then dropped him back off at the flower shop.

Mu Jin didn't know how Wen Yihe handled it, but Ye Luochen, who'd originally agreed to have dinner with him, really didn't show up.

The flower shop wasn't exactly out of the way, but no one came by at this hour anyway.

Mu Jin remembered he still had to send Ji Fengyan those harassment texts. He'd fallen asleep last night, but luckily there was still the surveillance footage.

He pulled up the camera feed from Ji Fengyan's bathroom. As he watched, his hand froze mid-motion, and doubt crept into his mind.

Was he imagining things?

………"This is a censored divider. Don't ask how much was cut—ask and even the author doesn't know"…………

Mu Jin could only chalk it up to Ji Fengyan having some weird bathing habits.

So he quickly took a few screenshots and opened up the novels he'd been reading lately.

The stuff that used to make his face flush and his heart race, he could now read completely calmly, and he copied a particularly explicit dialogue from one of them.

Then he changed all the character names to "Brother" and sent it over along with the bathroom pics.

After all that, Mu Jin was thoroughly satisfied.

At that moment, Ji Fengyan, who was processing documents, heard the special notification tone of a message and instinctively grabbed his phone to take a look.

………"This is a deletion divider, don't ask how much was cut, ask and the author doesn't know either"…………

Ji Fengyan: "..."

Ji Fengyan expressionlessly flipped his phone face down, froze for three seconds, then picked it up again and read it word for word.

Meanwhile, he kept silently repeating it in his head, almost memorizing the whole thing.

Ji Fengyan's expression remained calm, but his ears grew redder and redder, and his gaze started to drift.

A Jin actually called him "brother"... A Jin really did like him.

Ji Fengyan's throat tightened, and the memory of Mu Jin's sleepy "brother" from when he'd just woken up last time resurfaced in his mind.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

But the moment he closed his eyes, all he could think about was the text Mu Jin had sent him.

If Mu Jin were holding him and whispering this in his ear...

Ji Fengyan couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Mu Jin actually said these things out loud.

Would he be all serious and earnest, or a little shy, or would he unconsciously act all cute like last time?

Ji Fengyan didn't dare think any further. He abruptly stood up, grabbed his phone, and headed for the bathroom.

Mu Jin was still watching Ji Fengyan through the surveillance feed, hugging a big bag of chips, and couldn't help blurting out:

"Xiao Liu, the trick you gave me really works."

"Ji Fengyan's face went all red with anger when he saw those texts I sent him."

648 said smugly, "Of course!"

"That's enough for today. In a couple days, we'll start learning how to tail someone."

"Okay... but why is Ji Fengyan taking so long in the bathroom without coming out?"

Mu Jin said hesitantly, "Hmm? I hear water. Why's he taking a shower all of a sudden?"

Even though he'd installed surveillance in Ji Fengyan's office too, it was only on the outside. Now he couldn't see a thing, only faintly hearing the water running.

648 thought for a moment and offered an explanation: "Maybe your texts scared him so bad he wanted to take another shower."

Mu Jin: "Ah... yeah, that makes sense."

Mu Jin didn't dwell on it. Right now, his mind was entirely focused on how to tail Ji Fengyan next time without getting caught.

648 seemed to notice Mu Jin's concern and comforted him:

"Don't worry, host. Just go ahead and tail him without fear. I'll have your back at the critical moments—I definitely won't let you get caught!"

Mu Jin's eyes lit up: "Yeah! Thanks, Xiao Liu!"

648 chuckled happily: "No need to thank me. After all, you're my host, aren't you?"

When Mu Jin got home that night, full and satisfied, he felt a little uneasy, like a pair of eyes were watching him.

But he looked around carefully and didn't notice anything off, so he didn't think much of it.

Instead, he went to the bathroom, ran some warm water, pulled up the drama he'd been binging these past two days, grabbed a bag of milk, and got ready to enjoy a nice soak.

The warm water enveloped him, and Mu Jin's brows relaxed as he let out a soft sigh.

Steam filled the bathroom as he sipped his milk through a straw, totally absorbed in the show.

But he had no idea that at that very moment, he was being watched by another pair of eyes.

Ji Fengyan sat in his study, fingers slightly curled, tapping the desk absently.

He'd deliberately adjusted the angle. Even if Mu Jin looked at him through the surveillance, he wouldn't be able to see his computer screen and would just think he was hard at work.

And right now, he was staring at Mu Jin on his computer screen.

………"This is a deletion divider, don't ask how much was cut, ask and the author doesn't know either"…………

That sight completely got to Ji Fengyan, making him catch his breath, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Only two words were left in Ji Fengyan's mind—"want to kiss."

A Jin's lips looked like they'd be amazing to kiss.

Ji Fengyan suddenly felt a pang of regret. Last night, he'd held the man in his arms while they slept—how the hell had he managed not to kiss him?

No, wait. He did kiss him.