Chapter 1934: Chapter 1934: Mirror World (11)
2019.
"Brother Mu, what are you up to?"
Cheng Mu’s shoulder was tapped by someone, and a head leaned over, asking curiously, "What’s this? Did you draw it? When did you learn to draw, Brother Mu?"
Cheng Mu put his phone back in his desk, avoiding Li Huan’s gaze: "It’s nothing."
"Brother Mu..." Li Huan dragged out his words, eyeing his brother suspiciously: "You’ve got something going on lately. Are you in a relationship?"
"With..." Cheng Mu originally wanted to say with you, but thinking of Qu An, he immediately changed his answer: "A ghost?"
"Oh wow, our Brother Mu is something else, even the ghosts fall for him, such endless charm!"
"Get lost!"
"Let’s hang out tonight." Li Huan wisely backed off: "Brother Mu, if you refuse again, you’re going to make everyone mad!"
Cheng Mu: "..."
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2029.
Chuzheng refused Father Yuk’s ’chat’ request, slipped back to her room, glanced at the still mirror, and silently took out her work tools.
Now she had to not only squander, be a good person, but also strive to become an international designer.
It’s so hard.
Her life was surely an unsolvable puzzle.
Chuzheng finished a design draft, satisfied, she admired it for a while, then looked up at the mirror.
The mirror reflected only her.
It’s twelve o’clock...
Why hasn’t the Good Person Card come back yet?
Could it have been kidnapped?
Being kidnapped is nothing, the worst is that worthless little brother of the Good Person Card daring to do anything to him!
[...] Is this even human language? Being kidnapped is nothing?
Just as Chuzheng was wondering if something had happened to her Card, the bedroom door was pushed open.
A boy supported Cheng Mu back, Qu An followed behind but didn’t enter the room, just watched as the boy laid Cheng Mu on the bed.
"Ah, I’m exhausted." Li Huan pulled at his collar to cool off, turning his head to see the enormous mirror, and jumped in fright.
His hometown had a saying that mirrors should never face the bed, claiming it was easy to see ghosts and would also affect wealth luck or something.
Brother Mu’s room actually had such a large mirror facing the bed...
Li Huan inexplicably felt a bit eerie, covered Cheng Mu with a blanket, and immediately turned to leave.
When Li Huan left, Qu An said, "Thanks for bringing my brother back."
"Heh..." Li Huan gave a dry chuckle, clearly not fond of this person: "No problem, he’s my Brother Mu after all. I’m off now."
This was the Cheng Family, Li Huan felt that Qu An couldn’t possibly do anything to his Brother Mu, so he left quite casually.
As soon as Li Huan left, Qu An entered the room and closed the door.
On the other side of the mirror, a change flickered across Chuzheng’s face, her eyes gradually darkening.
Qu An approached the bed, his gaze at Cheng Mu was like a predator eyeing his prey.
That gaze displeased Chuzheng.
That’s mine!
What are you looking at, you bastard!
Damn it, you even want to touch!!
Chuzheng was already standing, eyes fixed on the mirror, wishing she could grind Qu An into the ground a hundred times.
However, right now she could do nothing but feel displeased.
Calm down, calm down...
Qu An’s hand came closer, almost touching Cheng Mu’s face when suddenly there was a knock on the door and it swung open.
"Xiao An, how’s Mu Mu?"
"He just drank too much," Qu An casually adjusted the blanket.
"Oh dear, why did he drink so much? I’ll go down and make some hangover soup."
Qu An watched his mother leave, then looked down at the boy on the bed, his eyes flickering for a moment, still reluctant, wanting to touch the person he thought of day and night.
Qu An’s fingers hovered, slowly lowering.
His peripheral vision suddenly caught the mirror, and his expression froze.
——Try touching him!
Blood-red writing slowly emerged, complete with bleeding effects. The moment Qu An saw it, his scalp went numb, goosebumps spread, and the room’s temperature seemed to drop.
If the room’s light wasn’t on, Qu An would likely have fled.
Then the writing quickly disappeared, replaced with three other words.
——Aren’t you leaving?
Frightened, Qu An couldn’t control his feet, seeing those three words made him instinctively run away.
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The next day.
Cheng Mu sat up, holding his groggy head, his blurred vision falling on the mirror.
The words ’Aren’t you leaving?’ in bloody letters were a bit terrifying, and Cheng Mu’s drowsiness vanished immediately.
Aren’t you leaving? What does that mean? Asking him to leave what? What did he do?
Yesterday...
Cheng Mu didn’t even intend to drink that much, Li Huan had egged him on.
Did he do something yesterday?
Cheng Mu unconsciously checked himself over, his clothes were all on, the same as yesterday... thankfully.
But what do those three words mean?
Even if he’s drunk, he doesn’t usually act out.
Cheng Mu got out of bed, walked to the mirror, and saw a piece of paper with writing on the desk.
1. Don’t get drunk.
2. Don’t stay out overnight.
3. Qu An mustn’t get within ten meters of you.
The three prohibitions were clearly listed.
"Why do you get to tell me what to do?" Even his dad couldn’t control him.
Cheng Mu looked into the mirror: "Are you there?"
The mirror didn’t respond, Cheng Mu crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash bin, but ten minutes later, he bent over and picked it back up.
Looking up again, he found the words on the mirror were gone.
——Last night, Qu An almost touched you.
And then an unavoidable sentence appeared.
Cheng Mu forgot to question why the mirror was dictating rules to him, his mind focused solely on that bastard Qu An from last night.
"What did he do?"
——I scared him away.
Cheng Mu sighed in relief.
"Thanks."
——Protecting you is what I should do, but I hope you can protect yourself. If anything happens, I can only watch from here and do nothing else.
"...I will."
——Throw out the blanket, he touched it.
Cheng Mu glanced at his bed, his brows furrowing in several lines, and the disgust in his eyes grew more evident.
Cheng Mu took the blanket downstairs.
"Brother." Qu An held a drink, smiled: "You’re awake? Feeling unwell?"
Cheng Mu dropped the blanket, went up and punched him.
Qu An wasn’t prepared, the punch landed on his face, pain spreading instantly, he staggered and fell.
Before he could react, Cheng Mu’s fist came down again.
"Oh no, they’re fighting!!"
The servant’s exclamation brought Qu An’s mother running, her face pale with shock as she hurried over to separate them.
Cheng Mu grabbed Qu An by the collar, undisguised disgust in his eyes: "Qu An, I’m warning you, if you dare enter my room again, I’ll kill you."
Cheng Mu let go of Qu An, striding away.
"Xiao An, are you okay?" The woman rushed to Qu An’s side, full of distress.
The badly beaten Qu An lowered his eyes: "I’m fine." On closer inspection, his mouth had a slight upward curve.
"How can you be fine, you’re bleeding. Why were you fighting? Didn’t I tell you to avoid him a bit? This Cheng Family, it’s his eventually, I just hope we can live peacefully here now."
"Mom, it’s okay. I upset Brother earlier, don’t tell Uncle."
"You... sigh." The woman sighed: "You’ve had to endure."
"Mom, I’m happy to be here, not enduring."
If not for coming here, how could he have met his dear brother?
