Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 464: Not Dirty

Oh no no no no, what should he do? He must not let Mu Yuze see him in such a messy state! The increasing fluster, panic and urgency turned his mind blank and he bit the inside of his cheek, using the sharp pain to sober himself up.

It was too late to turn back the car because Mu Yuze was already on his way out, and He Juan couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the boy alone just like this. As such, there was only one way— he had to remain inside the car and only open the window to talk. If Mu Yuze asked, he could simply say that he was just planning to take a little peek because he still had a lot of unfinished business!

In that split second, He Juan forced his muddled brain to come up with a solution, which was quite impressive in itself.

Alas, man proposed and God disposed.

If the driver had been He Juan’s subordinate, he would have waited inside the car until He Juan spoke up, even if it took hours or days. But this person was Marius’, and he still recalled his Boss’ order to escort He Juan inside the house safely. Assuming that He Juan’s condition had worsened to the point where he could no longer move, the man swiftly stepped out of the car and went to open the backseat door, intending to help He Juan out. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Thus, when Mu Yuze pushed the gate open, the first thing he heard was a man’s unfamiliar voice tinged with a foreign accent, "Mr. XIU, please allow me to assist you. Are you okay? Should we take a detour to the hospital first?"

Mu Yuze’s gaze immediately landed on the figure sitting on the passenger seat, who had his face buried inside his palms. Upon noticing the blood on He Juan’s body, his eyes widened in horror and extreme fear seized his heart in a vice grip.

"Gege!" He cried out, his voice cracking in the end.

He did not even pay any heed to the driver as he rushed to the car, hovering in front of He Juan. In such close proximity, he could see how He Juan’s usually neat and wrinkle-free suits were splattered with blood. The thick repulsive scent slammed into his face, almost causing him to hyperventilate on the spot.

He had always known that He Juan’s occupation required him to deal with unknown danger every single minute of the day, and it was very possible for him to get hurt. But in his eyes, He Juan had always been an omnipotent being who could easily solve all problems that came his way. He had always exuded a carefree and reassuring aura, as if nothing could ever faze him, as if he would not bat an eyelid even if the sky came falling down.

It was not until he saw the man in such a state that the dreadful realization hit him— Juan-gege was still a human with blood and flesh. He could also get hurt and die.

Just the mere thought of He Juan dying sent a burst of pain across his chest, and it hurt so much that he couldn’t stop shaking all over. His throat tightened, the corner of his eyes reddening as he asked in a raspy voice, "W–What’s wrong with you..."

Hearing the boy’s voice who sounded on the verge of tears, He Juan, who had been hiding like an ostrich and wishing desperately that a hole would open up on his seat to rescue him from his current predicament, finally resigned to his fate and lifted his head. He could guess how horrible his complexion was right now, and as expected, he heard Mu Yuze gasp softly. But He Juan dared not look him in the eye and told the driver instead, "I’m fine, there’s no need to go to the hospital."

Mu Yuze burst out anxiously, "How can you be fine?! Y–You’re bleeding so much...!"

He Juan resisted the urge to groan. How was he supposed to tell Mu Yuze that the blood did not belong to him, but to others he had killed?

"Are you Mr. Xiu’s little brother?" The driver inquired politely. He reckoned that He Juan was just like his own Boss, who had a younger brother whom he doted on. With that in mind, he said a few words of reassurance, "Don’t worry, your brother will be fine. He just needs a lot of rest."

For fear that the man would slip out something he shouldn’t, He Juan quickly dismissed him and stepped out of the car. Before his feet could even settle on the ground, Mu Yuze quickly rushed forward and grabbed his arm to support him. "A–Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?" He asked in a nasally voice. "How about Doctor Jia? Why don’t you call him?"

"No need," He Juan helplessly replied.

He wanted to say that he could walk on his own and there was no need for Mu Yuze to help him as if he had lost a limb, but he held himself back in the end. Somehow, he had a hunch that saying that would only give him the opposite effect instead of offering reassurance. Sighing, he uttered in a resigned tone, "Let’s go inside first."

He Juan thanked the driver before entering the house with Mu Yuze stuck to his side like an arm pendant.

Looking down, he could see Mu Yuze’s hair whorl, soft strands of hair falling over his forehead, and the tip of his red nose. A pang of guilt struck him when he realized how much he had frightened the boy over nothing. ’See what you have done!’ He Juan scolded himself mentally. He truly did not mean to return here, but who could have guessed that his instinct would take over his mind in a moment of inebriation?

When he saw that Mu Yuze almost touched the blood on his sleeve, He Juan knitted his brows and gently pried the boy’s fingers off him, "It’s okay, Gege is fine now. Don’t touch the blood, it will dirty you."

But to Mu Yuze, who had no idea that the blood belonged to He Juan’s victims, the sentence carried a different kind of meaning altogether, squeezing his heart so tight that he could not breathe. Now without any stranger’s presence, he could finally allow his true feelings to show, and he choked out, "How... How can it be dirty..."

He clung onto He Juan tighter as if emphasizing his words, feeling extremely distressed. He had desperately tried not to cry when he first saw He Juan earlier, but that one sentence managed to tear the armor around his heart apart. Fear, panic, anxiety and alarm— all of them melted into tears that poured out of his eyes. They were akin to a string of lustrous pearls rolling down the boy’s cheek, soaking his face in a blink of an eye.

Nothing about Juan-gege could be dirty for him. Even if he rolled around in the mud, even if he was drenched in blood, this was still He Juan whom he liked the most. So how could he say that it was dirty?