Chapter 129: So the One I Like Is Her

The moment Jiang Muye heard the male voice from inside the room, his heart sank.

He felt all the blood in his body rush to his head.

His thoughts churned into a chaotic mess, turning into paste.

A man and a girl, in a hotel room—what could they be doing?

The answer was on the tip of his tongue.

No, no, no, there had to be another explanation.

It couldn't be that.

Jiang Muye clenched his fingers tightly, forcing himself to stay calm.

A pure and beautiful girl like Leng Ruoli could not possibly have suffered something so cruel.

Jiang Muye pretended to be calm, but when he saw the mustachioed man who opened the door was shirtless, his body clearly bearing the scratch marks and kiss marks of an aftermath, Jiang Muye's reason snapped.

Especially when he saw the lump huddled under the covers on the bed, it stung Jiang Muye's eyes even more.

Hot-blooded as he was, he furiously threw a punch right into the man's face.

He was in pain, and full of regret!

Why hadn't he come sooner!!!

If he had come sooner, maybe this wouldn't have happened!

After being punched, the man was completely dumbfounded. "What did you hit me for!"

"You're damn right I hit you!" Jiang Muye's voice was hoarse, his eyes completely bloodshot.

Just as Jiang Muye was furiously beating the man, venting all his rage, he heard a scream from the bed.

Jiang Muye's heart trembled.

That voice wasn't Leng Ruoli's!

He looked over in disbelief, and found that the woman wrapped in the covers, clutching her chest, was a complete stranger. How was she Leng Ruoli!

Jiang Muye was completely stunned.

What's going on? Did the System make a mistake?

The System replied: 【Host, this System deceives neither the old nor the young. It absolutely will not make a mistake.】

If that's the case, then it's impossible!

"Who the hell are you! Hitting people for no reason, I'm calling the police!" the man angrily berated Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye furiously grabbed the man by the collar. "Where's the phone!"

"W-what phone?" The man was clearly feeling guilty.

"Still playing dumb, huh!" Jiang Muye gritted his teeth, his aura menacing. "Where's the person hiding! Want me to hit you again!"

Now the man was scared. After all, he'd taken the punches, and he knew it hurt.

He hurriedly said to Jiang Muye, "No no no, I was wrong, please don't hit me, I'll give you the phone."

The man quickly pulled open the nightstand drawer, took out a phone, and handed it to Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye took one look—this phone case was obviously the one Leng Ruoli used.

"Where's the person!" Jiang Muye demanded.

"I'm not hiding anyone!"

"Then why is my friend's phone with you!" Jiang Muye asked furiously.

The other party hurriedly said to Jiang Muye, "I stole it! I definitely wouldn't dare do anything to a girl!"

Jiang Muye's brow furrowed tightly. "Really?"

"Yeah! Tonight I saw a real beauty with tears in her eyes, licking an ice cream. I figured she'd probably just been dumped, and her phone looked nice, so I secretly swiped it."

Jiang Muye looked the man up and down, still doubting the truth of his words.

In the end, he called the police, and the police took the man away.

The man really was just a thief, not some human trafficker, which made Jiang Muye breathe a sigh of relief.

But he was still extremely anxious and worried, with no idea where Leng Ruoli had gone.

There were still more than twenty hours before he could formally file a missing person report.

The sky was gradually darkening. The nearby shops had turned off their lights, and there was hardly anyone on the road.

A light frost was forming. Jiang Muye walked alone on the road, without any destination.

His eyes were lifeless, and his heart ached uncontrollably.

Where is she right now?

A girl, without even a phone.

Where could she go?

She couldn't go back to school.

Her home wasn't local.

She couldn't go to a hotel, couldn't go to any other public place.

Jiang Muye's eyes turned bloodshot.

A sparse drizzle had begun to fall from the sky. The raindrops grew larger, mixed with hail.

When Little White Dove and the others found Jiang Muye, he was sitting slumped by the roadside. His hair was already soaked by the rain, and he was silently drinking. That desolation and misery made his roommates' hearts ache.

"Muzi, are you okay?" Little White Dove hurriedly held an umbrella over Jiang Muye.

Kai's heart ached too, and he tried to pull Jiang Muye up. "The ground's so cold, and dirty too, get up quickly."

But Jiang Muye's eyes were blurred with tears. He asked himself, heart tearing and lungs splitting, "Why am I so useless? I still haven't found her? Is she warm enough right now, is she cold, is she hungry?"

"We don't know any of that, but we have to think positively. Maybe she's doing fine right now, completely okay." Kai spoke obscurely.

Jiang Muye covered his face, the back of his hand covered in tears.

The sight made everyone's hearts ache.

Jiang Muye rarely cried, and to be this fallen and miserable—the last time was over Xia Xiran, when his heart was torn to pieces.

"Kai, I've lost." Jiang Muye's mouth pulled into a bitter smile. "Completely lost to her."

The sorrow in his eyes fully overflowed.

In the rain, his breathing was rapid and heavy.

"I think… I like her." Jiang Muye paused, then corrected himself in a second. "No, I've fallen in love with her."

When Little White Dove and the others heard Jiang Muye's words, they couldn't believe it.

This was the first time since Xia Xiran that Jiang Muye had confessed to another girl.

"It's just that I realized too late. Turns out I liked her even earlier than I thought." Jiang Muye smiled bleakly. "Fuck 'good impression'—I'm clearly in way over my head!"

What right did he have not to accept such a wonderful girl?

Liking him just as always.

Secretly watching over him.

Silently protecting him.

Jiang Muye thought back to his first meeting with Leng Ruoli.

Her face beneath the white mask, flushed red like a red apple.

Those clear, beautiful eyes—when they looked at him, they were curved and gentle.

As Jiang Muye thought about it, the bitterness faded, and he began to smile.

He resolutely got up from the ground, all the vitality in his body returning.

Jiang Muye's bangs fluttered in the wind. His bright eyes held deep determination, carrying the effects of alcohol yet not a trace of drunkenness.

He declared forcefully and resoundingly, "Since she's gone missing, then I'll find her and bring her back!"

"Yes, Muzi, I support you!" Kai cheered Jiang Muye on.

Little White Dove grew excited and pumped up. "Yes, go get off the singles market! Bring the Cold Campus Belle back, stop being a single dog, it's pathetic!"

Old He sighed. "The Cold Campus Belle would definitely be happy to know you like her, but where is she right now?"

Jiang Muye looked at the pouring rain before him, his brow tightly knotted.