Go To Your Death Chapter 7

Jealousy

Lin Jinyao’s gaze suddenly turned serious. He slowly leaned down, closing in on Fan Yu. The wrong person? What do you mean?

Fan Yu was intimidated by his sudden change in aura and instinctively leaned back. It means exactly what it sounds like! After your Mr. Mu had me investigate her, he only said one thing: ‘It’s not her.’ He never mentioned the matter again after that.

It’s not her… Lin Jinyao repeated in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

Why was it not her?

Zhou Xuan suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Fan Yu by the collar. Then why did Xiao Bai mention your name? Were you harassing her?

Fan Yu looked bewildered, his face flushing red from the lack of oxygen. Me, harassing her? Are you joking? I can’t even remember what she looks like! He struggled for a moment. Wait… could it be…

What is it? Lin Jinyao stopped in his tracks.

Fan Yu’s expression became complicated. During the investigation, I had my subordinates get close to her. It’s possible that person behaved inappropriately and caused a misunderstanding.

A name. Lin Jinyao’s voice was as cold as ice.

Zhang Ming, from the marketing department. But I really didn’t know about this! Fan Yu explained hurriedly. Your Mr. Mu only told me to check her background. He didn’t give any other instructions!

Lin Jinyao unceremoniously reached into Zhou Xuan’s pocket, pulled out his phone, and skillfully dialed a number. Once the call connected, he spoke concisely. Look into Zhang Ming from Ruilai International. He’s the one who harassed Xiao Bai a year ago. After hanging up, he looked at Fan Yu. One last question. Who exactly is Mu Huacheng looking for?

Fan Yu shook his head and forced a bitter smile. I really don’t know that. The way your Mr. Mu does things has always been…

Always been what? Zhou Xuan demanded sharply, tightening his grip.

He always gives orders without explaining the reasons. Fan Yu’s voice was slightly raspy from the lack of air. Instead of asking me, you’d be better off asking him directly. If you dare, that is!

Indeed. Who would dare?

The room fell into silence once more.

Lin Jinyao stood by the door, shadows cloaking half of his face. His eyes were dark and unreadable as if he were deep in thought.

Suddenly, the phone in his hand vibrated. After answering, the person on the other end spoke briefly, but Lin Jinyao’s expression grew increasingly cold.

Did you find him? Zhou Xuan released Fan Yu’s collar and asked nervously.

Lin Jinyao hung up and turned around. Zhang Ming did indeed have contact with Xiao Bai a year ago. He paused. But… Zhang Ming died in a car accident three months ago.

Such a coincidence? Zhou Xuan gasped.

Lin Jinyao let out a cold laugh. Yes, what a coincidence.

If only he had been one step faster.

Three months ago was exactly when Mu Huacheng had taken him to Switzerland for a vacation.

You’ve asked what you wanted to ask, and I’ve confessed what I needed to confess. Can you untie the ropes now? At this point, Fan Yu looked at Lin Jinyao’s face and couldn’t muster even a hint of interest.

At first, he thought this was some fragile, abstinent, and cold beauty. Now he saw that he was a man-eating flower that would devour someone whole without even spitting out the bones.

Fan Yu wasn’t afraid of what Lin Jinyao might do to him anymore. He even drawled mockingly, After all, if you disappear for too long, your Mr. Mu will get worried!

Lin Jinyao glanced at him. The fruit knife spun nimbly in his hand a few times before he walked behind Fan Yu and cleanly cut the ropes. Go.

Fan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and massaged his wrists. He looked back and forth between the two men, sighed, and stood up to open the door.

After taking one step, he turned back and gave Lin Jinyao a meaningful smile. Aren’t you coming with me? It won’t be easy to explain things to Mr. Mu.

Lin Jinyao glanced at him again without speaking, but his eyes were cursing him silently, seemingly blaming him for meddling.

Seeing him frustrated made Fan Yu feel immensely satisfied.

Zhou Xuan grabbed Lin Jinyao’s arm. Don’t go back. Come with me!

Lin Jinyao pushed away Zhou Xuan’s tight grip. His expression was calm and his tone steady. You go first. I can’t leave.

He’s right, he can’t leave! But you can. Fan Yu straightened his suit jacket and brushed off non-existent dust. He patted Zhou Xuan’s shoulder and walked past him with his head held high.

Go quickly. I’ll be fine, I promise. Lin Jinyao’s fingertips quickly brushed across Zhou Xuan’s palm—a secret signal known only to the two of them.

Zhou Xuan watched Lin Jinyao follow Fan Yu’s retreating figure for a long time, so long that he unconsciously followed them for a distance.

It wasn’t until the two reached the deck that he heard Fan Yu grumble to Lin Jinyao, I have to say, you really know how to play. Finding such a remote corner through such a convoluted path… Don’t use such violent methods next time. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.

But I feel that the words coming out of Young Master Fan’s mouth only stay true when some methods are applied, Lin Jinyao replied airily.

You’re something else…

Damn! He really was the kind of person Mu Huacheng would take an interest in. He was crazy to the bone.

Before he could finish his thought, Chen Jin had already arrived with a group of people. The dark crowd of bodyguards looked like a moving wall.

Fan Yu glanced at Lin Jinyao, his eyes seemingly saying: You’re in big trouble. He let out a rogue whistle, acted as if nothing had happened, and continued walking, giving Chen Jin a secret wink as he passed.

Lin Jinyao was surrounded by Chen Jin’s men, the circle so tight not even water could leak through.

Chen Jin stepped forward with a smile on his face. Mr. Lin, you’ve been out for quite a while. Mr. Mu was afraid you might get lost, so he specifically sent me to pick you up. He is waiting for you in Room S8888. He paused intentionally, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Xuan not far behind. Additionally, your friend will leave safely.

Lin Jinyao turned halfway. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Xuan standing a short distance away. Under his wind-blown hair, the worry on his face was clearly visible.

He gave a nearly imperceptible nod. At the very least, as long as Zhou Xuan could leave safely, it was enough.

As for himself…

Please. Chen Jin made a gesture, and the bodyguards immediately cleared a path.

Zhou Xuan watched him leave from behind. Lin Jinyao’s back looked exceptionally thin, yet it carried a sense of stubbornness. But there was nothing he could do. His breath trembled as he could only clench his fists in silence.

Lin Jinyao knew very well that he never had a choice from the beginning. But he remained clear-headed. He was simply doing what Mu Huacheng wanted him to do, following the footsteps Mu Huacheng had custom-made for him, step by step.

At least on the surface.

The door to Suite S8888 slid open silently. Lin Jinyao followed Chen Jin inside.

Mu Huacheng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him. Outside was the pitch-black sea and scattered lights.

Chen Jin tactfully left as soon as he brought the person in.

Did you have fun? Mu Huacheng’s voice was deep, devoid of emotion.

Lin Jinyao didn’t answer. He just stood there quietly, looking particularly well-behaved.

This man really knew how to use that beautiful, harmless face to put on an innocent expression.

Mu Huacheng turned around, his gaze scanning Lin Jinyao’s entire body like an X-ray.

He walked a circle around him and finally stopped in front of Lin Jinyao. He noticed a greyish mark on his finger—fibers from the hemp rope used to tie up Fan Yu.

Mu Huacheng took a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly began to wipe Lin Jinyao’s hand. His movements were as gentle as if he were handling a fine piece of art. Why did you do it yourself? Don’t tire yourself out.

Mu Huacheng’s words made Lin Jinyao’s scalp tingle. He lowered his eyes. I’m sorry, Mr. Mu. I was wrong.

Don’t be afraid. I know A-Yao is a good boy who corrects his mistakes. Mu Huacheng took Lin Jinyao’s hand and led him toward the bathroom.

Lin Jinyao’s hand was ice cold. Mu Huacheng frowned and increased the pressure of his grip. Your hands are still so cold. No matter how I try to warm them, they won’t heat up.

What Mu Huacheng was expressing through his words was more than just a pair of hands. The heart was also something that couldn’t be warmed! Inside and out, he was cold!

Mr. Mu… Lin Jinyao’s voice was barely audible.

It’s fine. I’ll warm you up. Mu Huacheng was clearly smiling, but Lin Jinyao felt a chilling coldness crawl up his spine.

Take off your clothes.

As expected.

Lin Jinyao hesitated for only a second before expressionlessly taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt.

He revealed the blue and purple marks on his chest. Some of the red ones were new, bitten on during the last time.

A-Yao is so well-behaved this time. Aren’t you going to beg for mercy? Mu Huacheng’s fingers brushed over the bruises, causing a slight tremor.

Mr. Mu is unhappy… it’s my fault. I’ll definitely stay away from Young Master Fan next time. Lin Jinyao’s voice was calm.

Mu Huacheng was moved to laughter by his audacity. He pinched Lin Jinyao’s chin, forcing him to look up. At a time like this, you’re actually trying to implicate others.

He slowly leaned into Lin Jinyao’s ear, his hot breath hitting a sensitive spot. Fan Yu is truly unlucky to be targeted by a little fox like you.

The height difference between the two in the bath was significant.

Mu Huacheng easily pinned him in his arms. The place that had been overused last time was forced open and expanded again. Lin Jinyao was suspended against Mu Huacheng, half his body in the water. Beneath the surface, his toes couldn’t seem to reach the bottom of the pool. The point of connection was tightly blocked; he could only drift with the waves.

The water rippled, reflecting distorted shadows of light onto the ceiling.

Lin Jinyao knew that no matter how he admitted his mistake, this man would not let him go. He bit his lower lip hard, trying his best not to make any shameful sounds until his lips bled.

Mu Huacheng took him from behind again and again, then turned him around to continue the assault multiple times, nearly breaking him apart and reassembling him.

It wasn’t until Lin Jinyao’s body could no longer take it and he began to slide down, his body temperature rising to an alarmingly high level, that Mu Huacheng finally pulled out. He released him and carried him out of the bath.

Immediately, he dialed a number, his voice terrifyingly calm. Have Seven come here. Now.

By the time Mu Huacheng’s private doctor, Seven, arrived, Lin Jinyao had fallen into a semi-conscious state. His breath was scorching hot.

After the examination, Seven said in a low voice to Mu Huacheng, A high fever of 39.8 degrees. There’s slight tearing below. He needs to rest for a while.

Mm.

This wasn’t the first time Seven had seen Lin Jinyao. He felt that this person was both incredibly smart and incredibly foolish.

He clearly knew what actions would provoke Mu Huacheng, yet he did them anyway. Then, after being caught, he would decisively admit his mistake but never change, committing the same offense next time!

In some ways, he was similar to Mu Huacheng—paranoid, stubborn, and crazy. Once they set their minds on something, they would see it through to the end.

In a sense, he was quite a talent!

Mu Huacheng was truly something else, pushing the man to the point of fainting every time. The first time was even more severe. Because Mu Huacheng had lost control, he had nearly killed the man in bed. Yet Lin Jinyao had endured it, never uttering a single plea for mercy from start to finish.

As the ancients said: every pot has its lid. They were a perfect match!

But this time, it was clearly Mu Huacheng who had intentionally guided the man to investigate him, yet he was still inexplicably jealous.

Three hours and seventeen minutes!

What?

He stayed with Fan Yu for three hours and seventeen minutes.

…

Late at night, after everyone had left, Lin Jinyao slept fitfully under the influence of the medication.

His phone had been taken by Mu Huacheng, but no one had discovered the miniature transmitter hidden in the sole of his shoe.

At three in the morning, it vibrated slightly.

Zhou Xuan received an automated message Lin Jinyao had set in advance: Investigate Zhang Ming’s car accident. It was definitely not an accident.

Zhou Xuan stared at the screen, his fingers trembling.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on Lin Jinyao’s face, which was as pale as paper. Mu Huacheng sat by the bed, watching him quietly, before leaning down to plant a kiss.