Spring’s Arrival and Unsettling Discoveries

As spring arrived, the remnants of winter’s snow could still be faintly seen at the roadside, but the rising temperatures signaled it was time to shed the heavy winter garments.

“Pack your things. We’re going home,” Mu Yaochen said, sitting across from Luo Yao, her expression serious.

In her hand, without Luo Yao noticing, she held the bamboo skewer he had tossed into the trash. The faint traces of cotton candy still clung to it.

“Do you really like this?” Mu Yaochen asked, her tone feigning indifference as she tossed the skewer back into the trash. Inside the bin, it lay alone.

Mu Yaochen, with her unparalleled status and influence, could effortlessly acquire what others might spend a lifetime pursuing. Similarly, she could destroy someone’s most precious possessions with ease. Never had she imagined that she would become so deeply invested in a young boy like Luo Yao.

“Yeah, I do,” Luo Yao replied casually.

Though he genuinely enjoyed sweets, too much of anything could become tiresome. After responding, he nodded lightly and prepared to be lifted onto the wheelchair.

Mu Yaochen savored the physical contact, finding Luo Yao’s soft, fragrant body irresistible. She wished she could hold him until she fell asleep.

“I can walk,” Luo Yao protested, guessing Mu Yaochen’s intentions. “I just have a slight injury to my hand, not my legs.”

“No, just listen to me,” Mu Yaochen insisted, shaking her head and ignoring Luo Yao’s struggles. She effortlessly lifted him into her arms.

Luo Yao’s resistance seemed more like playful teasing to Mu Yaochen. If only it were genuine.

Once Mu Yaochen made up her mind, others found it hard to interfere. Luo Yao was soon seated in the wheelchair, which Mu Yaochen pushed out of the room.

Outside the hospital room, doctors and nurses crowded the hallway. Follow-up appointments would be arranged after they returned home, not something Luo Yao needed to worry about.

The process was swift, and Luo Yao was treated like a critical patient, carefully guided to Mu Yaochen’s car. This time, he sat in the passenger seat, as the car had only two front seats.

“Is there anywhere you’d like to go?” Mu Yaochen asked, starting the engine. The car’s roar echoed through the quiet underground garage, but it was a futile attempt to capture Luo Yao’s attention.

“No,” Luo Yao shook his head, buckling his seatbelt with his good hand.

Mu Yaochen didn’t respond, simply accelerating the car out of the garage.

Where do boys usually want to go? Mu Yaochen, with no dating experience, drove aimlessly through the streets, growing increasingly frustrated.

“Do you want to go home?” she finally asked, somewhat helplessly.

The weather was just beginning to warm up, and long-sleeved shirts could feel hot in the afternoon. However, with the windows open, the cool spring breeze was refreshing.

Seeing Luo Yao still in his hospital clothes, Mu Yaochen suggested they go home to change. At the very least, he should change out of his hospital attire.

In truth, Mu Yaochen wanted to take Luo Yao to her company, where she had a rest room and entertainment facilities. She knew Luo Yao probably disliked her, but he was too afraid to show it openly.

Was it because of their past relationship? Mu Yaochen felt a strange sense of relief at the thought.

She needed a hint of the master-servant dynamic to maintain their relationship, a twisted bond that mirrored her own emotions. Only then could she fully control Luo Yao. Mu Yaochen glanced at Luo Yao, who was looking out the window, and noticed the collar around his neck.

Soon, they arrived at the villa. Despite being away for only two days, Luo Yao felt as if a century had passed.

“Go change your clothes. I’ll wait for you outside,” Mu Yaochen said, exiting the car. Tonight, she didn’t plan for Luo Yao to stay.

They should be inseparable, forever. Let Frost and Su Mengqi go to hell.

Mu Yaochen’s mind was unraveling. Luo Yao should belong to her alone; he was her s*ave. It was all their fault.

Mu Yaochen had a deep-seated enmity toward Su Mengqi. But watching Luo Yao’s small figure approach the villa, her mood improved. The fiery intensity in her eyes softened to a calm gaze.

In Mu Yaochen’s view, Luo Yao, bathed in the sunlight, was like a spring breeze, untying the knots in her heart and bringing her a sense of clarity.

Back at the villa, Luo Yao took out the key to his room, which Mu Yaochen had given him along with his phone after his surgery. He carried it with him wherever he went.

For some reason, as he unlocked the door, Luo Yao felt a pang of nervousness. He recalled that before going to the hospital, Mu Yaochen had sneaked into his room while he was asleep. The memory alone was unsettling.

And now….

Luo Yao crouched, peering through the door crack into the room.

His hair…

It was gone.

This…

With a mix of emotions, Luo Yao slowly opened the door. His room appeared unchanged from when he left. Though not luxurious, it was meticulously arranged.

The white marble floor reflected the golden sunlight streaming through the window, but this was only partly visible, as deep red curtains blocked much of the light.

Luo Yao felt a strange sensation, but this wasn’t the time for reflection. He quickly crouched, examining the broken hair on the floor.

In just two days, Luo Yao’s keen observational skills couldn’t determine exactly when someone had entered.

Picking up his hair, he approached the pure white wardrobe. If the hair at the door was broken, then…

As he suspected, the prepared hair in the wardrobe was also broken, lying on the floor. Fortunately, it seemed Mu Yaochen hadn’t noticed.

Picking up the hair, Luo Yao decided to dispose of it. He no longer had the mood to change clothes, as the thought of someone entering his room was unsettling, no matter how briefly.

But as he reached the bedside, something even more unsettling occurred. The hair at the bed’s edge and on the bed…

It was gone, and it should have been his natural shedding. The bedsheets and pillows were just as he had left them, and his room was typically untouched by maids. So, who could have entered?

Staring at the clean floor, Luo Yao instinctively leaned against the wall. This was getting too strange.

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3000 chapters

Honestly, it feels like the owed updates will have to wait until next month. (I’m really short on time.)