Chapter 62: Can a Gloomy Extra Be Locked in a Dark Room? [28]

Chapter 62 Can a Gloomy Cannon Fodder Get Locked in a Dark Room? "28"

"Alright, drink the porridge first."

Wen Yihe pulled his thoughts together and continued speaking gently as he looked at Mu Jin: "It won't taste good once it's cold."

"In a bit, I'll take you to see all the food I've prepared for you. Don't worry, they're all your favorites."

A smile reached Wen Yihe's eyes as he spoke, a spoonful of porridge pressed against Mu Jin's lips.

Mu Jin was never one to shortchange his own body, especially when he was too weak to fight back.

After confirming with 648 that there were no weird drugs in the porridge, he ate it spoonful by spoonful.

Wen Yihe was clearly very satisfied with his obedience:

"That's a good boy, A Jin. You need to keep being this good from now on."

Mu Jin asked, "Wen Yihe, are you going to lock me up here for the rest of my life?"

Wen Yihe reached out to stroke his face, wiping away the remnants of porridge from the corner of Mu Jin's lips. A glint of madness lurked in his eyes.

"How could that be? I like you so much, I want to be with you. How could I have the heart to lock you up here for life?"

Wen Yihe was never a good person. If he couldn't have something, he'd rather destroy it himself than let anyone else have it.

Even if it meant going down with it, he would never let what he couldn't have fall into someone else's hands!

But on the ship, watching Mu Jin stand in front of him and take down those people, watching Mu Jin gently comfort him—

Wen Yihe's obsession with possessing Mu Jin reached its height.

He didn't want to destroy Mu Jin. He wanted Mu Jin completely—to have him forever, to keep him by his side always...

Mu Jin watched Wen Yihe like this, his lips parting slightly as he uttered just two words:

"You're insane."

Wen Yihe laughed out loud: "Mm~ I never said I wasn't crazy."

"Come on, A Jin, let's go see where you'll be staying for the next month."

With that, Wen Yihe swept Mu Jin up into his arms. Mu Jin said thoughtfully, "A month? You're really good at timing things."

Wen Yihe paused mid-step, as if something had occurred to him, a teasing glint flickering in his eyes. He explained casually:

"Of course. In at most a month, I'll get my hands on that drug."

"By then, you'll only remember me. You'll only have eyes for me."

A smile never left Wen Yihe's lips. "A Jin, by then you'll only love me, and you'll be with me willingly..."

Mu Jin closed his eyes and tuned Wen Yihe out.

He didn't doubt a single word Wen Yihe said. As a villain, having some illegal drugs on hand was only natural.

But a month was plenty of time, and with the location 648 had given him, Ji Fengyan would be able to find him.

Wen Yihe first took him to a room on the second floor that was stocked with plenty of his favorite snacks.

And right in the middle of the room, on a table, sat a big cake.

Mu Jin froze at the sight of the cake. It was exactly the same as the cake Wen Yihe had wanted to share with him that night, just bigger.

Seeing Mu Jin staring at the cake in silence, Wen Yihe carried him over, set him on the sofa, sat down next to him, and started putting in the candles.

"A Jin, do you remember? That day you promised to eat cake with me, but you went back on your word for Ji Fengyan."

"Later, you promised to make it up to me, but every time I asked, you turned me down—again and again—all because of Ji Fengyan."

Wen Yihe lit the candles and watched the flames dance, the smile in his eyes growing deeper.

"So, A Jin, don't blame me. After all, you're the one who left me first. I'm just making you keep your promise."

Wen Yihe tilted his head to look at the silent Mu Jin beside him:

"Make a wish?"

Mu Jin didn't answer him, so he turned his head back, pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and spoke softly:

"That wish didn't come true, so I'll just make a new one."

"I hope you'll stay with me forever. Even if we die, we'll die together, be buried in the same urn, and no one will ever tear us apart."

Wen Yihe's tone was oddly cheerful. He said all this to himself, not caring about Mu Jin's reaction at all, blew out the candles, took them out, and started cutting the cake.

"A Jin, you didn't get to eat the cake that day, so you have to eat it today."

Wen Yihe handed the first slice to Mu Jin, his eyes full of anticipation.

Mu Jin obviously remembered what had happened that day too. He didn't argue, just quietly ate the slice.

Watching Mu Jin finish the cake, Wen Yihe was clearly in an even better mood.

Once the whole cake was gone, Mu Jin sipped the milk tea Wen Yihe passed to him, looked up at the sky through the window, and asked out of nowhere:

"Wen Yihe, why me?"

Mu Jin still couldn't figure out why Wen Yihe had fallen for him.

Ji Fengyan was the one everyone adored—the male lead of this world, someone who lit up every room he walked into.

Why would Wen Yihe fall for him of all people?

Wen Yihe sat beside Mu Jin, peeling a pear. At his words, he only paused briefly in his movements, smiling softly:

"Liking someone is just liking them. Why does there have to be a reason?"

Mu Jin: "I thought that even if you liked someone, it would be Ji Fengyan."

After all, he had initially suspected the two of them had a romantic subplot.

Wen Yihe cut the pear into small pieces: "...Ah, I was indeed interested in him at first. After all, his abilities were decent—the only one among the idiots around me worth a second glance."

"But that's where it ended. With you around, my heart can hardly spare room for him."

Wen Yihe's tone was casual: "Ji Fengyan can't compare to you at all. How could I possibly like him?"

Mu Jin let out an "Oh" and continued asking calmly: "So that's why you teamed up with Mu Yu to kidnap us. And why does Mu Yu listen to you?"

Wen Yihe looked at Mu Jin, who was clearly fishing for information, and let out a helpless chuckle, still patiently explaining:

"Your younger brother may play dirty, but he's not all that bright. Just a little stirring of the pot, and he becomes a knife in my hand—might as well use it."

"But this is also a good thing—though he's dumb, I took care of him for you. Once you go back, you'll be able to return to the Mu family, and no one will ever get in your way again."

Wen Yihe laughed lightly as he said this. He had no intention of telling Mu Jin that from the very beginning, he'd never planned to let Mu Yu get off scot-free.

Mu Jin nodded, said nothing more, and ripped open a bag of spicy sticks and kept munching, which took Wen Yihe by surprise.

Wen Yihe continued, "I figured you'd be curious... about how I managed it."

Mu Jin took his sweet time finishing the spicy sticks before finally looking at him.

"Oh, so how'd you pull that off?"

Wen Yihe was briefly speechless at how completely unbothered Mu Jin seemed.

He'd first thought Mu Jin was trying to fish for information, but now it seemed Mu Jin had just asked on a whim and didn't really care about any of it.

Just like how he'd assumed that once Mu Jin realized he was locked up and being drugged, he'd at least be angry and indignant, even if not scared or regretful.

But Mu Jin had been way too calm and collected the whole time.

This made Wen Yihe narrow his gaze, mentally running through everything happening outside right now, trying to figure out what other tricks Mu Jin had up his sleeve.

The latest news he'd received today was that Ji Fengyan, though lucky enough to survive the blast, had been rescued but was badly injured and in a coma—probably going to end up a vegetable. The Ji family was in complete disarray.

As for the Mu family, Mu Jin's father, heartbroken over Mu Yu's death, had no choice but to sweep the whole thing under the rug for Mu Yu's reputation and the family's sake, since Mu Yu was the kidnapper and Mu Jin the victim. Even though the whole thing was riddled with suspicious details, he didn't dare tell the two old men.

And Mu Jin's mother had gone abroad a couple days ago to watch her daughter compete in a competition and still had no idea any of this had happened.

Wen Yihe had already mapped out Mu Jin's entire social network when he was planning this.

Now, there was no one left who could come save Mu Jin.

The only thing that caught him off guard was Mu Jin's own capability.

But that didn't matter—since he'd gone this far, he obviously had ways to make sure Mu Jin wouldn't have the strength to run.

Besides, he never planned on keeping Mu Jin locked up here forever. Once he got his hands on the medicine, he'd take Mu Jin out of here.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Mu Jin's voice pulled Wen Yihe back from his thoughts.

Wen Yihe's eyes flickered as he watched Mu Jin tear open a bag of chips, his tone changing:

"Simple—I just replaced everyone with my own people."

Mu Jin munched away on his chips, utterly dismissive: "Oh... could you grab those two bags of tomato-flavored ones for me?"

Wen Yihe: "..."

Wen Yihe shook his head with a laugh but still fetched the other two bags of chips.

"You really are different from those people."

Mu Jin replied casually, "Isn't that normal? Everyone's different."

Wen Yihe stared at Mu Jin for a long moment. "A Jin, even if someone tried to come save you, they'd never find this place."

Mu Jin looked up, puzzled. "Is there still someone who could come save me?"

Wen Yihe was choked up again.

Mu Jin thought for a moment, then added, "Oh, right. Since I can't go back for a month, make sure you have someone look after the flowers in my shop."

Wen Yihe: "...Okay."

Mu Jin: "Also, I haven't finished watching those dramas I was following. If you're not going to let me have contact with the outside world, at least download those episodes so I can finish them."

Wen Yihe: "...Fine."

Mu Jin: "Oh, and can you make sweet and sour ribs? I want sweet and sour ribs tonight."

Wen Yihe: "...It's not too hard. I can learn."

At that moment, Wen Yihe found himself experiencing a rare flicker of self-doubt.

Was he really imprisoning Mu Jin right now?

When he'd reached this point, he'd prepared himself for Mu Jin's hatred.

But Mu Jin's reaction had completely exceeded his expectations.

Mu Jin obediently stayed put, neither resisting nor fleeing, which should have been a good thing for him—yet it stirred a strange sense of helplessness within him.

Mu Jin had no idea what Wen Yihe was thinking and simply nodded with satisfaction.

"That's good. Make sure to make extra—I love it."

Even being imprisoned by a villain couldn't stop him from eating.