Chapter 48: Can a Gloomy Extra Be Locked in a Dark Room? [14]

Chapter 48: Can a Gloomy Cannon Fodder Also Get Locked in the Dark Room? "14"

But it was only a stolen kiss on the back of Mu Jin's neck, and a few other spots that wouldn't be noticed.

Ji Fengyan didn't dare touch Mu Jin's lips.

Ji Fengyan knew all too well what kind of person he was. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to restrain himself and would go too far.

After all, once certain things get started, it's hard to stop.

And that would inevitably make Mu Jin notice something was off when he woke up the next day...

Ji Fengyan stared at Mu Jin on the screen, his greedy gaze sweeping over every inch of him.

So well-behaved...

He looked like he'd be easy to push around.

Ji Fengyan thought of the text from earlier and suddenly wondered what it would be like to make Mu Jin cry.

To make those beautiful eyes fill with tears, to cry until the edges of his eyes turned red, and when he pressed his thumb to the corner of his eye, tears would roll down over his fingertips.

Just picturing that, Ji Fengyan closed his eyes again, let out a long sigh, and then got up and went to the bathroom.

The cold water brought Ji Fengyan back to his senses a little, but it also made him realize that this still wasn't nearly enough.

Even with cameras installed in Mu Jin's home, even if he was the only one who could see Mu Jin like this, it still wasn't enough!

He wanted more, wanted to do even worse things.

Ji Fengyan thought this to himself, his gaze growing distant.

While soaking in the tub, Mu Jin felt like there was a gaze watching him.

But he just figured he was too tired and it was his imagination, so after finishing the show and tidying up a bit, he got into bed and settled in for an early night.

The room was filled with the scent of the calming incense that Mother Ji had given him a while back.

Surrounded by the faint scent, Mu Jin quickly fell into a deep sleep.

So much so that he had no idea that shortly after he fell asleep, the door to his room quietly opened, a figure gradually approached, and finally stood by the bed staring down at him.

Ji Fengyan felt like he must really be crazy—installing cameras in Mu Jin's home and then sneaking into his room in the middle of the night.

He thought this, fully convinced he was crazy, but his body was being very honest.

Even while he was cursing himself for being a pervert, he'd already climbed onto Mu Jin's bed.

Mu Jin really wasn't easy to wake once he was in a deep sleep—Ji Fengyan knew that from experience.

And that was before factoring in the calming incense.

Ji Fengyan's eyes darkened slightly. This incense was something he'd given his mother to give to Mu Jin.

He reached out and stroked Mu Jin's face, unable to resist giving it a pinch, a smile creeping into his eyes and the corners of his lips lifting despite himself.

It still felt just as good as ever.

Ji Fengyan cursed himself for being a madman, a pervert, but it didn't stop him from—

Not enough. This still wasn't enough...

A voice deep inside him screamed, urging him on, seemingly wanting him to do something even worse.

So the gentle kiss trailed down to his collarbone.

Just as Ji Fengyan had thought earlier.

He knew all too well what kind of person he was.

Once certain things get started, it's hard to stop...

...

"Hiss—"

When Mu Jin woke up, he instinctively reached back to press his neck and couldn't help frowning.

What's going on? Did he sleep on it wrong last night? Why did the back of his neck feel a bit sore?

Mu Jin sat up, bracing himself with one hand on the bed, letting the blanket slip off him.

His frown deepened. Nothing was obviously wrong with his body, but he just felt a little off all over.

Such a weird feeling...

Just as strange as feeling like someone was watching him in the shower yesterday.

Mu Jin wanted to ask 648 if it knew what was going on.

But then he remembered that 648 was usually offline and probably wouldn't know anything about it anyway, so he dropped the thought.

He suppressed the strange feeling inside him, turned over, and got up to wash up.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Mu Jin paused, pressing a fingertip to his collarbone.

There was a red mark there—faint, but it stood out against his pale skin.

Mu Jin thought it was weird. There shouldn't be mosquitoes in his room, right?

Or had he accidentally gotten it somewhere?

Just as Mu Jin was puzzling over it, the phone beside him rang, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He glanced down and saw it was a number he didn't recognize at all.

Mu Jin hesitated for a few seconds, then decided to answer, but stayed quiet, waiting for the other person to speak first.

The person on the other end seemed surprised he'd answered so quickly, and after a brief silence, spoke:

"Ah Jin, come home and have a meal with us today."

It was a steady, middle-aged man's voice, but the way he spoke rubbed Mu Jin the wrong way.

That condescending, commanding tone seemed to assume he wouldn't refuse—like it was just a heads-up.

But it also instantly confirmed that this man was the so-called "father" he hadn't seen once since arriving in this world.

Mu Jin thought it was strange. In the plot, "Mu Jin" barely had any contact with them except when he went back to ask for money, let alone going home for a meal.

They each have their own homes elsewhere. The reason they'll come back later is that the things "Mu Jin" did got exposed, and they had no choice but to return to deal with it.

Why's he suddenly asking me to come home for a meal now?

Mu Jin thought of Mu Yu, the one he'd beaten up, and slowly said:

"Nah, I'm not going."

"Then come back at noon, and remember..."

Father Mu's voice suddenly stopped mid-sentence, as if he'd just realized Mu Jin had refused him.

He frowned, his tone displeased: "Mu Jin, I'm not asking you."

"You need to come back at noon today! Your mother and I are both here. There's something we need to confirm with you."

Mu Jin stayed indifferent: "You can confirm it right now. I don't want to go back."

Father Mu glared, gritting his teeth: "You!"

"You've really grown up and gotten too cocky, huh? Not listening to any discipline anymore?"

"Fine! Fine! Fine!"

Father Mu let out an angry laugh: "Mu Jin, don't forget I'm your father! Even if you're cocky, I'm still your dad! Get your ass back here right now!"

"Otherwise, just wait till I come find you—see if I don't break your legs!"

Mu Jin was about to say something when a cold female voice came from the other end:

"That's enough. Why are you so aggressive? Mu Yu is your son, and so is Mu Jin. If you want to yell, go yell at Mu Yu!"

When Father Mu heard what Mother Mu said, his tone softened a bit:

"Let's just leave it at that for now. I'll have Aunt Liu make you your favorite dishes. Remember to come back for lunch at noon. Your mother and I will be waiting here for you."

Father Mu hung up before Mu Jin could say anything.

Mu Jin was a little annoyed, having completely forgotten about the suspicious mark on his collarbone.

He stared at his phone, then pulled out Xiao Liu and asked, dead serious:

"Xiao Liu, I don't like this 'Mu Jin's' father, so can I beat him up in a sack too?"

"Will I get punished by the heavens if I lay a hand on him in this world?"

Mu Jin went straight for the question he cared about most.

In his original world, he'd disliked that person too, but he couldn't lay a hand on him because it would bring heavenly punishment.

Mu Jin wasn't sure if doing so in this modern world—one with only technology and no cultivation—would bring heavenly punishment, so he could only ask Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu: "Host, rest assured. If you beat him up in a sack and don't get caught, you won't face any punishment."

Mu Jin's brows relaxed: "Good. Then let's pick a good day to go beat him up."

Xiao Liu was curious what Father Mu had said to Mu Jin to make his usually gentle host suggest beating someone up in a sack.

But he didn't ask, just reminded:

"Host, when you want to beat him up in a sack, let me know in advance so I can help you deal with the surveillance cameras. Otherwise, if you get caught, it'll still be a hassle."

Mu Jin nodded: "Mm, got it. Thanks, Xiao Liu."

When Mu Jin said he wasn't going back, he meant it.

When Father Mu and Mother Mu showed up at the flower shop, he only lazily glanced up at them.

Given how they treated "Mu Jin," anything that made them both come home and ask him to dinner definitely wasn't simple.

So he wasn't surprised they'd found their way here.

"Hmph. Instead of inheriting a good family business, you're messing around with a shabby flower shop in this dump."

Father Mu sneered as he walked in, his gaze sweeping over the flowers and plants, his tone dripping with disdain:

"You won't even come home for the sake of these worthless things!"

Mother Mu didn't say anything. She sat down on the sofa across from Mu Jin and set her bag aside.

She took off her sunglasses, and the disdain in her eyes was plain to see.

Father Mu sat down too, but he and Mother Mu each took a side, leaving the middle seat empty—clearly not wanting to deal with each other.

Mu Jin calmly poured out two cups of tea.

He set one in front of Mother Mu. Just as Father Mu reached for the other, Mu Jin picked it up and took a sip himself.

Father Mu: "..."

Father Mu got even angrier.

Mu Jin asked: "Go ahead. What exactly do you need to confirm with me?"

"Since you're both here, let's settle everything right now. No need for another trip back."

Father Mu glanced at Mother Mu and sneered: "Look at the fine son you raised. This is how he treats his dad!"

Mother Mu gave a slight eye roll, her hands casually folded in her lap:

"Don't blame me for everything. He's your son too, you know."

Father Mu glared: "What kind of talk is that? Is it my fault? That kid Xiao Yu is polite and well-behaved!"

Mother Mu said calmly: "My Xiao Xue is well-behaved and obedient too. That girl really takes after me."

Mu Jin sipped his tea and glanced at the untouched cup in front of Mother Mu.

Mm, he shouldn't have poured that extra cup. He really liked this tea.

Mu Jin snapped back to the present and spoke with a hint of impatience: "If you came here today just to argue, you can leave now."

The moment he said that, both their gazes landed on him.

Father Mu's tone turned hostile: "What's going on between you and that kid from the Ji family?"

"Xiao Yu said he likes you and wants to marry you?"

Mu Jin: "...Ծ‸Ծ?"