Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 381: I Want To See Him
Mu Yuze lowered his eyes in thought and seeing that, Jia Molei did not press him for an answer and hastened his movements to treat the wounds instead.
After the face, head and neck was tended to, the doctor finally went to grab a scissor to cut Mu Yuze’s shirt open. And as expected, as soon as he saw the large patch of blue and purple bruises blooming on Mu Yuze’s body, he instantly burst out into a string of foul curses,
"Fucking animal! Bastard! Son of a bitch!" Amidst the expletives, his hands did not stop moving as he brought the lamp closer to inspect the injuries, not only on the boy’s side but also his back, shoulders, and torso from where he had gotten it when the wooden chair tied with him was broken into pieces.
When Jia Molei touched his shoulder, he hissed and subconsciously shrunk away from the pain. The doctor’s face darkened and he let out a menacing chuckle, "After all this time, you are back to how you were when we first met, kiddo, if not worse. Fucking hell, XIU will not give them an easy death if he sees this."
It took half an hour for Jia Molei to clean and bandage the wounds, trying to be as gentle and careful as possible so as to not hurt the boy. Even then, he decided that they still needed to do a CT scan on Mu Yuze’s head and chest to see if he had sustained any invisible damage there.
Clad in a set of fresh clothes that were twice his size, Mu Yuze nodded. He waited until the doctor finished speaking before he asked tentatively, "Boss...?"
"Fuck, I have given you so many warnings and you still want to go to see him?!" Had it not for the boy’s injuries, Jia Molei would have whacked his head to see if he could smack some sense there. Was this boy fearless or plainly foolish? He had seen how terrifying XIU could be with his own eyes and still wanted to approach the man?!
"I do," he said. Despite his swollen and horribly bruised face, his eyes remained piercing clear, it was like looking at the surface of a still lake under the cover of the night. "I want to see him. Please."
Jia Molei narrowed his eyes. For a few stagnant seconds, both of them were engaged in a silent staring war with only the pitter patter sound of rain and rumbling thunder in between.
In the end, it was the doctor who caved in first with a groan. He turned his back toward Mu Yuze and gritted out angrily, "Fourth floor, the double door on the right. You can find the elevator when you exit this room and turn into a corner."
Mu Yuze gingerly jumped down from the bed and felt his knees buckle beneath him.
Before he could fall and add another bruise on himself, he hurriedly grabbed onto the bed for purchase with his jaws clenched tight, stubbornly not making a sound despite the bone-numbing pain coursing through his entire body. Jia Molei had given him a painkiller earlier but it seemed like the effect of the medicine had not worked yet.
He gave a little bow toward the doctor, exited the room and made his way to the elevator, slightly dragging on his legs.
Behind him, silence reigned in the room for a few seconds before Jia Molei cursed under his breath, running his fingers through his crimson highlighted hair, "Damn, I hope XIU doesn’t kill me for this..."
***
’One day, will you come to dread my presence?’
Mu Yuze stood in front of the double door with He Juan’s question repeating in his mind again for the nth time since the past hour.
Was he afraid? To be completely honest, he had no idea. There were so, so many emotions swirling in his chest that he had difficulty picking one out to identify what it was. But the urge to see He Juan preset over everything and before he knew it, he had reached out and knocked on the door.
The light sound echoed throughout the empty corridor, with the flash of lightning spilling in through the gap of the curtain.
He brought his hand to his chest as though he could keep his thundering heartbeat still this way. However, it was futile. Just the fact that He Juan was on the other side of the door was enough to turn him into a crumpled ball of nerves.
He waited with bated breath, but no answer came from within.
Frowning, Mu Yuze knocked again, a little louder this time. He gingerly pressed his ear to the door to see if he could hear anything — but no, it was utterly silent on the other side.
He had gotten the right door, right? It should be. The only room with double doors on the fourth floor was the one in front of him, so he couldn’t have made a mistake. But why didn’t He Juan give an answer? Did... something happen to him inside? Feeling his heart drop, Mu Yuze weighed over his choices for two seconds before deciding to grab the handle and turn it.
The door swung open soundlessly in front of him.
Gulping, he pushed it open to reveal a pitch black room. The dim light of the corridor was only enough to light a small space in front of him while the rest of the room was drenched in intense darkness. A gust of chilly wind drifted by and left a shiver down his spine. As he strained his neck to peek into the room, another lightning struck followed closely by a booming thunder, illuminating the entire space with a dazzling light for a split second.
But that split second was already enough for him to catch a familiar silhouette standing motionlessly still in front of the window, with the back facing him.
Mu Yuze had no idea why he became even more nervous. His mouth and throat turned dry, his stomach twisted into knots and cold sweat started to pour out of his palms. All of a sudden, he had a strong hunch that... if he were to take this step forward, something was bound to change between them tonight. The peaceful routine he cherished would be shattered into pieces and the stability he had painstakingly tried to maintain would be shaken to ruin.
However... he would also be able to know the real He Juan.
And hadn’t it always been what he wanted?
He took another glance at He Juan and felt the visceral need to get closer. More... even closer than this. He needed to see the man’s face, needed to hear his voice, needed to know that he would not leave. And it ruled over his anxiety, hesitation and fluster, leaving him with nothing but want.
With that resolution in mind, Mu Yuze took a step into the darkness and closed the door behind him, cutting off his means to escape.
His feet padded across the thick carpet silently, and the closer he was, the more he could smell the pungent scent of wine clinging on He Juan’s body. His gaze fell on the table where a half-empty bottle of wine sat, and when he turned to He Juan again, he finally noticed the delicate glass pinched loosely between the man’s fingers.
It reminded him of the day – the only day – He Juan had come home smelling of booze and perfume.
Mu Yuze could feel his heart tightening, yet before he could open his mouth to alert He Juan of his presence, he heard the man say in an icy and emotionless tone that made his blood run cold,
"Leave."
