Chapter 56: Can a Gloomy Extra Be Locked in a Dark Room? [22]

Chapter 56 Will a Gloomy Cannon Fodder Get Locked in the Dark Room? "22"

Mu Jin didn't see anything wrong with these messages, but he could sense that Ji Fengyan was furious.

Especially with the phone's glow casting shadows across Ji Fengyan's face—his once-handsome face now looked terrifyingly dark after reading Wen Yihe's messages.

This left Mu Jin speechless, so he could only quietly and slowly try to squirm out of Ji Fengyan's arms.

But Ji Fengyan caught Mu Jin's subtle movements and immediately put down the phone, pulling him back into a firm hug.

"Wen Yihe really isn't a good person."

Ji Fengyan seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, that was all that came out.

Mu Jin just said "oh," clearly not taking his words to heart.

Even now, he still believed Ji Fengyan's attitude toward Wen Yihe stemmed from a misunderstanding about the drugging incident.

Mu Jin sighed. Having such a close friend wasn't easy to come by, and once Ji Fengyan learned the truth about Wen Yihe, he'd probably regret his attitude.

Ji Fengyan felt uneasy inside. Mu Jin couldn't see through Wen Yihe's little schemes, but Ji Fengyan saw them all too clearly.

He said nothing more, just held Mu Jin while they slept, not letting him near his phone.

But he also knew he couldn't keep this up forever—unless he could keep Wen Yihe completely away from Mu Jin...

That night, the two held each other, but each fell asleep with their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wen Yihe, who still hadn't gotten a reply from Mu Jin, stood by the window staring at his phone, his expression unreadable.

"You're still in the mood to stare at your phone?"

Mu Yu, who had just ended a call, glanced at Wen Yihe by the window. He pocketed his phone, walked over, and sneered:

"All the people I set up got sent to the police station by Ji Fengyan's secretary. It's only a matter of time before they trace it back to us. Aren't you even a little worried?"

Wen Yihe was more composed than him: "You're the one who arranged it, so they won't trace it back to me."

"Besides, I trust you have the skills to clean this up without anyone tracing it back to us."

Mu Yu was briefly speechless, then let out a cold snort: "You sure have a lot of faith in me."

Wen Yihe's eyes curved into a warm smile: "Of course. Otherwise, why would I have chosen to be your friend?"

Mu Yu's eyes flicked to Wen Yihe's screen. He paused, then asked casually:

"I see you're pretty tight with Mu Jin. Since you want to stop Ji Fengyan from using him to get the Mu family, why not just stop him outright?"

Wen Yihe sighed: "Of course, because I don't want your brother mad at me. He's too into Ji Fengyan."

Mu Yu: "???"

"Wen Yihe, you care so much about his feelings—don't tell me you like him too?"

Mu Yu asked with a laugh, as if it were a casual question, but Wen Yihe didn't answer.

That made Mu Yu's smile falter. His expression instantly soured, and his voice went up a few notches:

"Wen Yihe! Don't tell me you're actually into Mu Jin?!"

Wen Yihe tilted his head to look at Mu Yu. "So what if I am?"

"Mu Yu, we're in the same boat now. No matter what my goal is, you have no choice but to help me."

As he spoke, Wen Yihe reached out and patted Mu Yu on the shoulder. Seeing Mu Yu's sour expression, he just smiled faintly and went on:

"Don't give me that look. I really do consider you a friend."

"Don't you want to fully take over the Mu family?"

Wen Yihe's casual remark finally made Mu Yu look down.

"Mu Yu, you're a smart man. You should know this is a pretty sweet deal."

"But it's a real shame. I didn't expect Ji Fengyan to still be that tough even after being drugged."

As he brought up last night's events, Wen Yihe's grip gradually tightened, and his eyes turned cold and dark.

Although neither he nor Mu Jin had said anything, they both knew exactly why Mu Jin had disappeared last night.

The drug Ji Fengyan had taken had only one cure, and Mu Jin had happened to disappear for the entire night at that exact time.

Just thinking about it made Wen Yihe grind his teeth in frustration.

Even now, he still couldn't figure out how Mu Jin had sensed that something had happened to Ji Fengyan and managed to get there at the critical moment.

But it pissed Wen Yihe off to no end. He had wanted to use that drug against Ji Fengyan, but instead, it had only played matchmaker, pushing the two of them closer together!

Wen Yihe closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think about it, afraid he might lose his cool.

His grip was too tight, making Mu Yu wince and draw in a sharp breath, cursing under his breath:

"Tsk... Wen Yihe, what the hell are you freaking out about now?"

Wen Yihe opened his eyes and withdrew his hand, casting a detached glance at Mu Yu.

The pressure from that single look made Mu Yu freeze and instinctively take two steps back.

But soon, Wen Yihe smiled and spoke: "Alright, tell your people to keep their mouths shut. Consider this matter settled."

Mu Yu was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Then what other options are there?"

"I'm not going to look for Ji Fengyan."

A trace of disgust flashed through Mu Yu's eyes: "Going to him would be worse than just killing him outright!"

Wen Yihe turned around, leaning against the window frame with his hands resting casually on the sill, speaking in a lazy tone:

"Then let's find a way to kill him."

Mu Yu: "???"

Mu Yu's face showed shock: "Wen Yihe, do you even know what you're saying?"

Wen Yihe gave him a light glance: "Why are you reacting so dramatically?"

"You've gotten to where you are today—how clean can your hands really be?"

Wen Yihe withdrew his gaze and continued: "Anyway, since they've already slept together, knowing Ji Fengyan's personality, he'll probably take this opportunity to offer to take responsibility."

"Your brother most likely won't refuse, so this marriage is basically a done deal. Just killing Ji Fengyan outright is honestly the most effective solution right now."

Mu Yu fell silent. He'd figured Wen Yihe was just talking off the cuff, but catching the murderous look in Wen Yihe's eyes and hearing his serious tone, Mu Yu realized Wen Yihe genuinely wanted to kill Ji Fengyan.

But previously, even when Wen Yihe had bluntly told him he wanted the Ji family, he'd never let on that he wanted that.

So why the sudden change of heart? Could it have something to do with last night?

The moment this thought surfaced in Mu Yu's mind, a chill ran down his spine.

So Wen Yihe liked Mu Jin, and because Mu Jin had slept with Ji Fengyan, he wanted Ji Fengyan dead. That was it.

Mu Yu couldn't wrap his head around it.

But clearly, Wen Yihe didn't need his understanding.

Seeing that Mu Yu remained silent, Wen Yihe continued, "You take care of it."

Mu Yu refused without hesitation: "Why is it always me? You're the one who likes Mu Jin—if you wanna lose your mind, do it yourself!"

Wen Yihe: "Oh, in that case, I guess I'll be making a trip to the police station tomorrow."

"Mu Yu, since I know your hands aren't clean, I've got evidence."

Wen Yihe was clearly smiling, but that smile, when it landed on Mu Yu, sent a chill straight through him.

"You!"

Mu Yu gritted his teeth, the fury in his eyes almost becoming tangible.

Wen Yihe didn't give a damn about his dagger-like glare, chuckling softly:

"It's getting late. You should head home and get some rest."

Watching him walk away, Mu Yu gritted out, "You're something else!"

"Since you're so damn capable, why even bother with Ji Fengyan? Why not just lock Mu Jin up!"

Killing Ji Fengyan would be a pain, but it wasn't completely out of the question.

Wen Yihe was right about one thing—Mu Yu had gotten where he was by playing dirty.

But doing something on his own was one thing; being strong-armed into it was another.

Mu Yu had just been looking for a way to vent his pent-up anger.

But to his surprise, Wen Yihe actually stopped, tilting his head slightly to look at him, like he was actually mulling it over.

"Hmm, that's not a bad idea, but I don't want him to hate me."

Mu Yu sneered coldly: "You think offing Ji Fengyan is gonna make Mu Jin like you?"

"Dream on. Mu Jin's my brother, after all—I know him better than you ever will."

"If he really loved Ji Fengyan, he'd rather die with him than ever like you!"

Mu Yu didn't actually know Mu Jin that well, since they'd barely had any contact, but that didn't stop him from saying all that just to get under Wen Yihe's skin.

Wen Yihe's eyes churned with unreadable emotions as he spoke calmly:

"Mu Yu, I'll warn you once—don't try to push my buttons."

Mu Yu wanted to say more, but Wen Yihe didn't let him.

The door closed, and Mu Yu rubbed his aching temples, his head spinning with everything Wen Yihe had just said.

He must have been out of his mind to believe Wen Yihe's words and climb aboard this old fox's pirate ship!

But there was no turning back now...

Mu Yu gripped the windowsill, staring into the night outside, his grip slowly tightening and his gaze turning cold.

...

Ji Fengyan was feeling a little wistful.

A week had passed—Mu Jin had been avoiding him for a whole week!

He still sent his daily annoying texts without fail, but Mu Jin kept dodging him—no replies to texts, no answering calls, and he'd even stopped going to the flower shop!

The good news was, he could see Mu Jin staying home almost every day except for meals, avoiding not just him but Wen Yihe as well.

Even when Wen Yihe had invited Mu Jin out for cake or dinner, Mu Jin had turned him down flat every time.

Ji Fengyan was beyond grateful he'd installed cameras in Mu Jin's place; otherwise, with Mu Jin vanishing like this for a week, he couldn't imagine how crazy he'd have gone.

Though he couldn't see him during the day, at night while Mu Jin was asleep, Ji Fengyan could still sneak into bed and hold him in his arms—that brought him considerable comfort.

Only Mu Jin, waking up each morning, would stare at himself in the mirror, lost in thought.

He pressed his hand against the marks on his neck, puzzled.

Hadn't 648 said these marks would fade in a couple of days?

Why hadn't they disappeared after all this time?

Just as Mu Jin was about to summon 648 to ask, 648 proactively came online:

"Host, today Ji Fengyan is going to a private club for a small gathering—this is a perfect chance to tail him!"