Chapter 31 Looking forward to the next meeting, Li Xin smeared the scarlet blood on...
Li Xin couldn't understand the reason behind Su Jinmu's words and actions.
He clearly knows he has anorexia, so why can't he say it?
Why pretend that things don't exist when we both know perfectly well that they are?
...
……secret.
Su Jinmu's secret, and the one related to him.
A sudden personality change, a sudden urge to knock him out, a sudden appearance in the next city, a sudden discovery that he has anorexia.
It allows one to foresee the same secrets through the power of the third eye.
Could it be related to this?
He had previously felt that the secret was closely related to him, and that made him happy.
Now let's look at it.
This secret might... be detrimental to him.
Li Xin felt a warm touch on the back of his neck, his heart skipped a beat, and he straightened up to look at Su Jinmu.
Staring into his beautiful, shimmering eyes, she curled her lips into a half-smile, her fingertips brushing against the corner of his eye. "Young Master, your eyes don't reflect me."
Su Jinmu: "..."
...His eyes aren't black holes.
Su Jinmu watched him calmly as his rough fingertips brushed against her skin, showing no emotion.
Li Xin disliked his detached and indifferent attitude, as if he were detached from the world. She bit her lip, smiled strangely, and leaned closer, kissing his eyelids with a damp and icy touch.
“But it doesn’t matter.” Li Xin laughed, his scarlet lips becoming even more alluring. He lightly licked them, his voice slow and chilling.
"I told you, once you're done playing, you're done. Don't even think about it, haha."
He chuckled softly.
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Li Xin ultimately didn't bring up the matter of anorexia; Su Jinmu's attitude was off, and he was afraid it would backfire.
The typhoon has finally passed, and people are starting to move around the city again.
Li Xin's college admission notice arrived. He was admitted to the top university, Jingzhou University, with extremely high scores, the same school as Su Jinmu.
As agreed upon by Li Xin and the Su family, Su's parents immediately set about promoting the Su family's reputation for helping students, expanding the publicity to enhance the Su family's visibility and improve their good name.
Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui were supposed to be able to go back home right after their final exams, but the Su family took advantage of this time and didn't even let them go, claiming that there was more than one student receiving financial aid, and that two other people were also working part-time at the Su family's home.
The two were left at the Su family's house for a while longer.
While the publicity here was in full swing, Su Jinmu was a bit more relaxed, acting as if nothing was wrong. She took some time to go to a private hospital and had 20ml of blood drawn.
He paid a private hospital to store the items, and then, at the time he specified, he could contact Li Xin to retrieve them.
Whether or not to take it or use it at that time, or whether it will be useful or not, is entirely up to Li Xin.
Su Jinmu returned to the Su family home, tidied up the room, and then found a few pajamas, which she casually tossed to Li Xin, telling him to take them and throw them away.
Li Xin stared at Su Jinmu. The incident of her self-disclosure of anorexia that day was suppressed, and Su Jinmu never mentioned it again, as if nothing had happened.
If we give him clothes now, are we really letting him throw them away, or are we just pretending to let him throw them away?
Li Xin took the clothes and went out.
The pajamas were thin and soft, fitting snugly in his palm. He could even imagine how the clothes would look against Su Jinmu's slender and supple waist.
Passing by the box containing old clothes, Li Xin hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bear to throw it away, so she carefully collected it and brought it back downstairs.
He put the clothes into a sealed bag, placed it together with the previous few pieces, and carefully stored them away. It seemed like he could finally collect a few sets, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside Li Xin.
It satisfies a collector's mentality.
Li Xin rubbed his fingertips together a few times.
He carefully tidied up, went out and went upstairs. He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly saw Jiang Jing carrying back a framing frame that was 60-70 centimeters long and 30-40 centimeters wide.
As I struggled to walk inside, I saw him and greeted him.
"Brother Li."
Li Xin nodded. "Do you need any help?"
Jiang Jing shook his head and chuckled twice, "No need, I can do it."
Li Xin glanced at the things he was holding.
It's a framed certificate. Jiang Jing is a professional painter and frequently participates in these kinds of competitions. It seems the competition results were just announced, and he's just bringing back the certificate and trophy.
Li Xin's gaze swept over the scene quickly, and he was about to look away when he caught sight of something and suddenly stopped, turning his head to stare back at it, raising an eyebrow slightly.
...The timing of the competition coincided with the time he was traveling to the neighboring city.
Even the location is in the neighboring city.
It was very close to where he was at the time.
Li Xin: "???"
Li Xin raised his eyebrows slightly, his dark pupils unreadable, and stopped Jiang Jing, asking casually.
"You went to the next city for a competition? I've never heard of you."
"Oh dear, I didn't go."
Jiang Jing was tired from carrying the heavy certificate frame. It was too heavy, even though there was only a thin piece of paper inside. He put it down and took a breather.
"We didn't go to the next city. A new venue was added at the last minute, right here in our city, so I don't have to go through the hassle of going to the next city anymore. However, the certificate and trophy still have the address of the main venue in the next city written on them."
Jiang Jing explained for a few moments, then smiled as if remembering something, her eyes sparkling, "Back then, Brother Mu also thought I was going to the next city, and he carefully told me to take good care of my things."
Li Xin: "..."
Li Xin: "...???"
Su Jinmu, did you give him some instructions?
Li Xin's eyes darkened, a meaningful glint in them. His voice softened slightly, as if casually asking, "Didn't he mention that he was also going to the next city?"
Jiang Jing: "???"
"Huh?? No."
Jiang Jing was taken aback. "Did Brother Mu go to the next city that day?"
He thought about it carefully, and then said blankly, "He didn't tell me. I said it was a competition in this city, and Brother Mu didn't say anything more."
……oh?
Li Xin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his scarlet lips curving into a faint smile.
……interesting.
In other words, Su Jinmu didn't actually plan to go to the neighboring city that day.
If you don't go to the neighboring city, you naturally won't see him or find him.
However, after learning that Jiang Jing was not going to the competition in the neighboring city, he changed his mind and went by himself.
Li Xin's lips curled up in an ambiguous way, seemingly there but not really.
This means that, in Su Jinmu's understanding...
Originally, it should have been... Jiang Jing who went to see him.
It must have been Jiang Jing who found the way in the alley and found him.
Li Xin lowered his eyes.
Jiang Jing had rested enough and quickly returned to his room with the certificate in his arms. Li Xin stared at his back, her thoughts wandering, when suddenly she remembered something.
Even earlier, Young Master Su... paid close attention to Jiang Jing.
He asked about this, but Young Master Su asked him in return if he felt that Jiang Jing paid a lot of attention to him.
Pay attention to Li Xin?
"???"
Li Xin raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat puzzled and thoughtful, and then tugged at the corner of his mouth.
This secret is getting more and more interesting.
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Su Jinmu was called out by Feng Yixing, who mysteriously pulled him to a less crowded scenic area and hid behind a tall, neatly trimmed grove of green trees.
Completely bewildered, Su Jinmu was pulled along by him. "What exactly happened?"
During the typhoon, Feng Yixing said someone needed to talk to him and that he would be called here in a few days once the typhoon was over.
Su Jinmu looked up and gazed into the distance.
There weren't many people ahead, but there were still quite a few. The environment here was secluded, and people weren't allowed to come and go as they pleased. There were seven or eight people inside, both men and women, all dressed quite richly.
It looked like they had just come from somewhere and were continuing their discussions.
Who are these people?
Su Jinmu looked into the distance.
Feng Yixing reacted quickly, seeing the two people turn their heads, and pulled him back.
Two people walked behind the tall, square bushes, strolling slowly, their voices gradually growing louder.
"Xiao Zhao, you see, I brought you to this kind of banquet to meet people because I genuinely want to nurture you."
“Your film is quite good, but it’s true that it’s halfway through and you’re out of funding. I’ll invest in you and help you solve your problems. I’ll double the money I owe you. All you have to do is change the director’s name. Isn’t that great?”
A younger voice followed, hesitant, "Brother Cheng, I understand your good intentions, but let me think about it some more."
"What are you thinking? The actors' equipment is all shut down right now, and your cash flow has already dried up. If this drags on any longer, the actors will all have to leave."
"But I..."
The two chatted and gradually walked away.
Su Jinmu listened for a moment, then turned to Feng Yixing blankly. He had little knowledge of the entertainment industry and was unclear about the purpose of Feng Yixing's trip.
Feng Yixing glanced at him twice, then walked a little further away. He pouted at Su Jinmu and said, "That young man was a director. He was a friend I met by chance when I was traveling a long time ago. We gradually lost contact after I returned to Jingzhou."
"But a few days ago, his funds were withdrawn. He encountered a Mr. Cheng who wanted to take over his film crew, so he went around asking for funding."
"I don't know why, but it got stuck here."
Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow. "And then?"
Feng Yixing clicked his tongue, "I've seen half of the film he shot, and it's not bad. I figured we're friends, so I might as well give him a hand. But I don't have enough funds, and I'm worried I might be making a mistake, so I asked you to take a look too."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue.
To be honest, he's not very good at judging people.
However... the young Director Zhao, President Cheng.
The name sounds familiar.
Su Jinmu frowned and thought for a moment.
It seems this part was mentioned in the original text: a young director is in trouble and is being eyed by that Mr. Cheng, so he is looking for a solution everywhere.
Finally, it was Li Xin who made the move.
Li Xin is not involved in this industry, but the entertainment industry is lucrative, and he has made several investments.
One of the most outstanding is a young director surnamed Zhao; he's a good person and very capable.
This brought him considerable profits.
Su Jinmu paused.
In the original text, the director should have received support from Li Xin at the beginning of his predicament.
Now, at this point in time, why haven't they contacted Li Xin yet?
Su Jinmu thought about the original text and realized that this Director Zhao was a good person and made a lot of money.
Since that's the case, why not take advantage of this free money-making expert?
He nodded. "Okay, I can take it on."
Feng Yixing was surprised that Su Jinmu agreed so quickly, but he trusted Su Jinmu's decision and contacted the young director about it.
The person on the other end was surprised but also somewhat taken aback, and wanted to meet the other investor.
Su Jinmu nodded, and the young director soon arrived at the agreed meeting place.
In the coffee shop, the table was covered with the desserts and snacks that Su Jinmu and Feng Yixing had bought while shopping outside.
Su Jinmu slowly sipped her iced drink, casually playing on her phone.
"...Jin...Jin Mu?"
A surprised voice suddenly rang out from the side.
Su Jinmu: "???"
Su Jinmu looked up and saw the tall young man standing by the table with a simple backpack, and paused for a moment.
The young director's face lit up with surprise, then he stopped himself, his ears suddenly turning red, and he stammered.
"You said... that we'd talk about it next time, and then we never contacted each other again. But we met again today, and it was my investor!"
Su Jinmu: "..."
It's Zhao Ting.
He had previously tried to meet someone, but the relationship didn't work out. Li Xin swiped open the door and carried him out, bag and all.
Su Jinmu: "..."
His surname is Zhao, and he is a young director.
hiss.
Troublesome.
Su Jinmu subconsciously glanced around, surveying the surroundings.
Zhao Ting sat down, following his gaze, "What are you looking at?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
See if there are any ghosts following us.
He looked away, and Feng Yixing looked at them curiously, "You two know each other? How did you meet?"
Zhao Tingjun's face turned red again, his eyes darted left and right, and he stammered.
“We met by chance, I’ve met him once,” Su Jinmu interrupted.
Feng Yixing: "Oh, oh."
Without further ado, Zhao Ting began to introduce the specifics of the film. This was his first work, into which he had put a lot of effort and which had great potential.
In the original article, the film became a huge hit after its release, and Zhao Ting also became famous overnight in the directing circle.
Su Jinmu nodded, quickly finalized the details, didn't chat much, and walked back with the desserts and snacks in her arms.
After finishing their business, Zhao Ting seemed to want to talk about something else, so he hurriedly followed him.
It was dark outside. As soon as Su Jinmu stepped out the door, she looked up and was caught off guard by a silent figure standing in front of her.
Tall, slender, with pale skin and dark eyes, as if he were about to blend into the night.
Her scarlet lips curved into a smile, both eerie and alluring, and she called out to him.
"Young Master."
Su Jinmu: "..."
The ghost has arrived.
There had been speculation that Li Xin might be following him.
I never expected that.
It really is.
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue inwardly.
Li Xin stepped forward, took the bag from his hand, and casually brushed his palm with her cool fingertips. She smiled politely, as if she had already received a message or call and was here waiting for someone.
He raised his hand, pulled Su Jinmu's waist into his arms, and buryed his head in his neck with a dignified and indifferent air. Then he straightened up and stared straight at Su Jinmu.
"Young master, please give me a kiss."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Li Xin did not lower his voice. Zhao Ting, who was standing next to him, obviously recognized him, but considering their relationship, he did not speak.
Nearby, passersby also looked over curiously.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu looked up and met the boy's unfathomable gaze. She grabbed his collar and pulled it down, then kissed and bit his lips.
They separated almost immediately. Su Jinmu pulled her head back, and Li Xin instinctively moved closer to catch up. He raised his other hand and grabbed the boy's clothes at the waist.
"Okay, there are too many people."
Li Xin paused, his waist was touched, and he gently brushed against the young master's rosy lips before letting go.
His dark pupils stared at Zhao Ting with a gloomy and cold gaze, his hands still wrapped around the waist of the person in his arms.
Zhao Ting: "...???!" (cough)
Zhao Ting coughed dryly and scratched his head.
So... are they a couple?
Zhao Ting at least had an initial impression of him, but Feng Yixing next to him was completely stunned.
He knew that Su Jinmu had a servant who helped him manage his garden, and later she followed him around.
I never expected it to go like this.
...This, oh this this this.
Feng Yixing's eyes widened in surprise.
Su Jinmu didn't need to look up to know who Li Xin was looking at with a sinister gaze. She poked his waist muscles with her fingertips, her long eyelashes slightly raised, her eyes clear and bright.
"Stop looking, I'm waiting for him to make money for me."
Li Xin glanced at Zhao Ting, smirked, turned around with the person in his arms, changed direction, and tightly shielded Young Master Su in his embrace.
Li Xin's lips curled down, his dark eyes concealing a gloomy and obscure expression. His gaze was fixed on her, and his tone was low, as if he were whispering intimately and privately, with a hint of pitifulness.
“I can also earn money for the young master.”
Zhao Ting had contacted him before. When the information was presented to him, he recognized it as the one who had almost made an appointment with Young Master Su... and immediately threw it into the trash can.
I should have known what was coming next.
Li Xin's eyes darkened, a surge of darkness rising within them, carrying a hint of coldness.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu chuckled at his expression, her mood easing somewhat. She casually replied, "How do you earn your salary? I pay you your current salary."
Li Xin: "…………"
Tsk.
.
Feng Yixing's curious face was almost touching Su Jinmu with his tiny, invisible steps.
Su Jinmu sent Zhao Ting away first, and then told Feng Yixing to go back first, saying they could talk on the phone if anything happened. She then returned to the Su family home with Li Xin.
After Li Xin was stopped from revealing his anorexia, the atmosphere between the two became somewhat tense.
It's not too serious, but it always feels unnatural.
In the bedroom.
Su Jinmu nestled in the beanbag chair, with his newly bought desserts and snacks beside him. He casually picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, while holding his phone in his other hand, pondering how to reply to Feng Yixing's message.
Li Xin stared at him for a long time, his eyes filled with layers of dark and crazy thoughts, which he then suppressed one by one. He raised his hand to unbutton two buttons and strode forward.
Su Jinmu was holding a dessert and had just taken a bite of it, about to finish the other half.
Suddenly, a tall, slender body pressed down on him, completely enveloping him in shadow. He looked up and met the boy's gaze steadily.
Li Xin was almost pressed against him, but with the strength of his body, he didn't completely press down. His pupils were dark and thick, and his scarlet lips were pursed, suppressing a bit of his manic and violent aura.
"Does the young master intend to continue his affair with that Zhao Ting?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
The boy's collar was loose, revealing a large expanse of his pale, sculpted, powerful chest. Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you following me the whole time? Why are you asking?"
He kissed her on the street.
Li Xin nuzzled his neck and bit his collarbone lightly, as if marking a mark, his voice low and full of grievance.
"I'm just a bed partner, I have no official status."
"If the young master kicks me out and replaces me one day, there's nothing I can do about it."
Li Xin lowered his eyes and nestled against Su Jinmu's neck, speaking in a chilling tone as he bit Su Jinmu's neck, his voice low and muffled, "If the young master doesn't like it, I won't ask anymore."
Su Jinmu: "..."
hiss.
Good tea.
The tea made his tongue feel astringent.
“Li Xin…”
Su Jinmu paused for two seconds.
He was fully aware of Li Xin's possessiveness and desire for control.
But he is a person who has been bound for too long.
Will this relationship, which is destined to end with his death, have a peaceful conclusion with the passage of time?
Su Jinmu's fingertips brushed past the boy's ear, not running into his hair, and she called his name briefly before saying nothing more.
A sudden silence.
Li Xin's heart sank suddenly.
The eerie feeling of grasping at empty air reappeared.
The person was clearly in front of him, in his arms, yet it seemed as if they were an illusion, a bubble.
...No.
He wouldn't allow it.
Li Xin's eyes were filled with a chilling, terrifying depth.
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Suddenly, news came from P that he wanted to see Su Jinmu.
Su's parents are currently trying to "coax" him to maintain the relationship, reducing his course load and his participation in banquets to build connections.
But P couldn't avoid seeing her, so he hurriedly put Su Jinmu in the car.
Su Jinmu sat in the car with her eyes covered by a blindfold and her hands firmly restrained once again. She was puzzled and didn't know what Li Xin was up to.
They didn't tie their hands last time, so why are they tied again this time?
Was it retaliation for being tied to a stool before?
The car drove very fast and stopped quickly after arriving at the location. Su Jinmu was then taken to the usual spot.
He had barely sat down when a chilling aura approached, and a pair of hands reached out and grabbed his waist, lifting him up forcefully.
Su Jinmu immediately sat on the man's lap, her high nose suddenly pressing against his neck and rubbing against him intimately.
Skin to skin.
Su Jinmu felt a little itchy from being rubbed, so she tilted her head back and her breathing became a little erratic.
The voice beside her was low and almost indistinguishable from her own, saying softly, "I'm sorry, the attack was a bit severe, I was too hasty."
Su Jinmu: "..."
What exactly is that thing trying to do?
A fingertip suddenly touched her lips, gently massaging them. "You've been on the road for a long time, are you a little thirsty? I'll go get you a glass of water."
The boy talked to himself, quickly put Su Jinmu back on the chair, and his footsteps gradually faded away.
"???"
Su Jinmu was stunned. Before she could come to her senses, the blindfold bag behind her head seemed to have come loose.
“Clatter.”
With a soft click, the latch popped open, and a sliver of light streamed in from above the blindfold.
Su Jinmu: "???"
Su Jinmu: "!!!"
No, what's going on?!
He raised his hand to steady himself, but the switch behind his head was fully activated, and his hands were bound. The moment his fingertips touched it, the blindfold fell off.
Only a small part of the edge was pressed against his brow bone by his thumb, while the rest was wobbling precariously.
Footsteps drew closer.
Li Xin is back.
Su Jinmu kept her eyes closed.
"The blindfold is off?"
The boy's voice sounded somewhat doubtful, "Never mind, Young Master Su helped alleviate my symptoms, I should be thanking you, I can't keep you in the dark like this."
“Perfect timing, Young Master Su, you can talk to me about what kind of reward you want, anything is fine with me.”
After saying that, he raised his hand, his icy fingertips touching his eye socket, and began to pry open his eyelids.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu: "...?!?!?!?!"
What?! Just because he said Zhao Ting could make him money, Li Xin is going to expose P's identity?!
Li Xin, you son of a bitch.
That bastard, that madman.
Su Jinmu closed her eyes, her fingers, cool and gentle, persistently prying open his eyelids.
"There's no need to rush."
Su Jinmu's temple twitched. She closed her eyes tightly, loosened the now-decorative blindfold, and pushed Li Xin's hand away.
But with his eyes closed and his hands bound, he couldn't find his way and suddenly bumped into something that was obviously protruding, knocking it to the ground with a loud crash.
Then came a muffled groan from the boy nearby.
It was a low, guttural sound, as if he were enduring pain.
Su Jinmu paused, her brows furrowing slightly. The boy beside her gasped, speaking slowly and deliberately, "It's nothing. There's Western food and red wine on the table. It was a knife that fell down."
He described it precisely: "On the web of my left hand, at a 45-degree angle to the genitals, there is a two-centimeter-long cut that looks like it won't heal quickly."
Li Xin chuckled darkly, staring slyly at Young Master Su, whose eyelids were tightly closed.
He put down the knife, his gaze sweeping over the young master's porcelain-white, soft profile. He gently blew on the young master's trembling eyelashes, slowly curving his lips and maliciously licking the roots of his teeth.
"Young Master Su, do you think this wound will be gone by the time we meet next time?"
Tonight.
Right after you returned to the Su family.
Will the wound disappear?
Li Xin smeared the scarlet blood onto Su Jinmu's lips and smiled happily.
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