Chapter 41: You’re Really Crazy
Just hearing his voice made Mu Feng’s heart rate go completely haywire.
He couldn’t easily speak, so he continued to type quietly.
[M]: If it interferes with your work too much, then forget it.
Mu Feng was truly worried he might still have duties. After all, abandoning one’s post was a major taboo.
[M]: It’s okay. I can handle it myself.
Liang Yuhang didn’t reply again. It was unclear if he was speechless or if he had entered a high-altitude area with no signal.
Instead, Liang Jingyi, who was next to him, reached out, intending to pat his face, but Mu Feng tilted his head to avoid it.
“Why is your face so red?”
“None of your business.”
Mu Feng looked down at the cup of tea again. He hadn’t eaten anything since sitting down, so it could only be that.
“Mu Feng.” Mu Mingde came over and patted his shoulder. “You’re nineteen now. You can start considering major life events. Lieutenant Colonel Liang has always expressed great admiration for you; you should cherish it.”
Mu Feng suppressed the urge to throw his hand off. “Are you planning to sell me?”
Liang Jingyi found it quite interesting to discuss such a topic in front of him. It seemed this younger son was truly unfavored.
“Don’t put it so crudely.” Mu Mingde’s voice was indifferent. “To be able to marry into the Liang family is something you should be grateful for. Do you think you’re being bullied? There are so many people who would kill for this opportunity. Don’t be so ungrateful.”
Mu Feng pinched his palm, trying to clear his dizzy, muddled head.
He gritted his teeth and said, “I don’t need it. Since it’s such a good thing, let Third Sister go instead.”
“Hey, I don’t like your third sister.” Liang Jingyi looked very disdainful. “Don’t just send anyone my way.”
“Sorry, I’m not feeling well. I need to go to the restroom.” Mu Feng stumbled to his feet, pushed past the people, and strode out of the banquet hall.
Dizziness, ringing in his ears, labored breathing.
He didn’t know who had done it, but he had most likely been drugged. Those bastards.
Mu Feng adjusted his bracelet to the highest setting, lowered his head, and washed his face with cold water, trying his best to stay conscious.
“Teacher Liang, I’m here.” He sent a location to Liang Yuhang.
Even though he wasn’t sure if the other man had cancelled his return trip, it was just to give himself some peace of mind.
“What are you hiding here for?” Mu Shan pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Mu Feng’s flushed face, he laughed and said, “You’re in luck tonight.”
Mu Feng bit his lower lip, the pain helping him maintain a difficult clarity. “You truly are a beast.”
“Jingyi and I have a good relationship. If you can be his wife, it’ll help me a lot.” Mu Shan leaned down to look at him. “You can finally be of some use. You won’t be a complete waste.”
“Get out.” Mu Feng pushed him away, stumbled a few steps outward, and then his legs gave way, causing him to collapse completely onto the floor.
The beautiful boy who had just turned nineteen simply lay there quietly.
Mu Shan looked down at him from above, his expression cold. “A plaything should act like a plaything.”
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Feng’s consciousness was chaotic—half-awake, half-unconscious. He felt himself being thrown into a dark room; it was pitch black all around.
It took him a while to recover. He bit his lower lip and rolled over with difficulty, reaching out to turn on the room light.
Just as he reached out, he fell from the bed. The pain cleared his head a bit.
“What a huge gift.” The room suddenly lit up, and a familiar voice was heard.
Liang Jingyi had drunk a bit of alcohol and was heading back to the guest room to rest when he saw the person curled up under the bed.
He walked over slowly, half-knelt, and hooked Mu Feng’s chin. “How pathetic. Neither your father nor your brother cares about you.”
“Get lost.” Mu Feng spoke with difficulty.
“I just love this side of you. You look obedient, but you’re actually thorny.” Liang Jingyi watched his struggling movements. “I didn’t force you this time; you delivered yourself to me.”
Mu Feng looked up at him. “If you dare touch me, we’ll both die here.”
“So fierce.” Liang Jingyi laughed at him. “How is a weak Omega going to die with me? By dying of pleasure?”
Mu Feng couldn’t take it anymore and raised his hand to slap him.
“Mu Feng, my patience is limited.” Liang Jingyi’s expression changed slightly. “Once or twice is a game, but too many times, and it becomes boring.”
Mu Feng pursed his lips and observed his surroundings. He was likely on the third floor; jumping out of the window would be dangerous.
He tried to release his pheromones to suppress him, but the drug seemed to have locked all his instincts; it was useless.
“Don’t bother struggling.” Liang Jingyi knew his reaction. “Your own brother gave you a relief agent. Even the fiercest Alpha would turn soft as water, let alone an Omega.”
Mu Feng’s palm slowly moved back until he felt the small knife he always carried with him, which had just fallen.
If I can’t struggle, then I’ll take him down with me.
Liang Jingyi reached out, grabbed his collar, pulled him up from the floor, and threw him onto the bed.
The very moment he was about to lean over him, Mu Feng raised his hand and plunged the sharp knife into his lower abdomen.
“You fucking… crazy person!!!” Liang Jingyi curled into a ball in pain, clutching the wound as blood began to drip down.
It fell onto Mu Feng’s white shirt, looking like one blood flower blooming after another.
“I am crazy. I’ve been crazy for a long time.” Mu Feng pulled the knife out with a cold face and pointed it at him again. “For every step you take closer, I’ll stab you once. At worst, we die together.”
“Madman…” Liang Jingyi reached out to snatch his knife.
Mu Feng rolled over, crawled up with difficulty, and broke free to the window. The night wind was strong.
He looked down; it wasn’t a short distance. He’d have to grab the railing and slide down.
“Try jumping.” Liang Jingyi struggled to crawl up, reaching out to grab his foot. “Get the hell back here.”
Overwhelming pheromones crashed down like blades.
Because of the reagent, Mu Feng couldn’t muster any strength. His face was pale.
He kicked out with all his might, pushed the window open, grabbed the outer railing, and jumped.
The night wind blew his shirt into a puff. He stumbled, looking like a bird without wings.
“Madman…” Liang Jingyi watched as he disappeared into the night, fumbling for his phone to call for emergency help. “I’m injured. I need rescue.”
On the other side, Mu Feng grabbed the railing, hung in the air for a moment, and then jumped a second time, falling into the bushes at the bottom.
Dizziness, pain, lingering fear, trembling. He felt something wet on his face and raised his hand to wipe it.
There were no tears; it was just Liang Jingyi’s blood that had dripped onto his cheek, and the fine rain that had started falling from the sky at some unknown time.
“Liang Yuhang, Liang Yuhang, Liang Yuhang…” he whispered the name, knowing full well he wouldn’t get a response.
He could no longer move an inch.
In ten minutes, the entire Mu family would likely know about this. He had already turned this night upside down.
His phone suddenly vibrated. He closed his eyes and answered it. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Liang Yuhang’s voice came from the other side of the phone.
“In…” Mu Feng looked up at the moon in the sky. “I don’t know where I am. I think I’ve messed everything up, Teacher Liang.”
He heard the noise on the other end of the phone—emergency sirens, voices, and Mu Shan’s cursing.
“Don’t listen.” Mu Feng closed his eyes in pain, feeling the rain on his face. It was so cold.
His worst side had finally been seen by Liang Yuhang.
He wasn’t obedient at all; he was sharp, brutal, and his counterattack was so primitive and violent.
Suddenly, the rain stopped.
He opened his eyes to see Liang Yuhang holding a black umbrella over his head.
“Teacher Liang.” Mu Feng looked into those eyes that were always calm, his lip curling in grievance as his voice turned into a sob. “I caused trouble.”
Liang Yuhang didn’t say a word. He simply reached out, pulled him from the bushes, and let him lean against his arm.
Then, he took a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood and tears from the boy’s face.
He couldn’t describe his feelings at this moment, but his heart was beating chaotically, completely inconsistent with the rhythm of its mechanical settings.
Mu Feng’s eyes were still fixed on him, trying to see some emotion in those gray eyes.
“You’re angry with me.” He was like a child who had done something wrong, utterly frantic.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” Liang Yuhang’s voice was very soft. “You were scared, weren’t you?”
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