Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 82: Gege Is Hurt

Hearing that the devil’s companion wished to go home, Han Shan enthusiastically offered to send them off.

As much as He Juan was flattered by the hospitality this man showed, he hastily rejected it for fear that his and Mu Yuze’s identity would be discovered once they went out. In the end, Han Shan could only comply and ordered all of his staff to line up to send He Juan off. This manner was akin to how dozens of eunuchs sent off the emperor on the journey...

He Juan was rendered speechless when he saw the formal procession. And to be honest, it was quite embarrassing as well... He scratched his cheek and laughed sheepishly. "Phoenix Ablaze is not as bad as the rumors said. Look, Boss Han is very kind and warm-hearted— why are you looking at me like that?" He Juan was taken aback when he found Mu Yuze staring at him with a weird look on his face.

It looked kinda familiar...

Come to think of it, Mu Yuze had also looked at him like this on the day he found Miss Zhao’s corpse. It was a very complicated look of wanting to say something but decided against it in the end.

Mu Yuze retracted his gaze. "Nothing."

They exited the building through a VIP passage this time. It was starkly different from the crowded entrance of the club. Save from a few medical personnel and the staff running back and forth to control the situation, it was fairly desolate. He Juan heard the ambulance siren echoing in the distance and could not help but feel uneasy when he recalled the sickly appearance of the guests carried out in stretchers.

"Say..." he wondered in a hesitant tone. "Should I go to the hospital and settle the bill for them? After all, I am the one who has caused this..."

"Don’t worry. Your kind and warm-hearted Boss Han will definitely solve everything for you."

He Juan blinked, confused. Why... did he feel like something was wrong with how Mu Yuze worded it? He snuck a glance at Mu Yuze but did not find anything amiss on his face. Had he been thinking too much?

He Juan pondered more about it and was still uneasy. "Is it really okay to let him pay for everything? It must be expensive..."

He still could not be rest assured. Somehow, he felt like he had owed Boss Han too much. First, he had obstructed the business and then sent half of the VIP guests into the hospital. If he still let the man solve the mess for him, then wouldn’t it be too much? No matter how kind Boss Han was, He Juan could not take advantage of him like that...

Mu Yuze retorted mercilessly, "Then, do you have the money?"

He Juan was rendered speechless in an instant. Mu Yuze was right. He was indeed dirt poor and barely living day to day with his meager savings. Asking him to pull out a huge sum of hospital fees for VIP guests... he would not be able to afford it.

But was there any need to point it out loud?! Who was this ruthless Mu Yuze and what had he done to the coquettish Mu Yuze who lay in his embrace and softly asked to go home?!

"Xiao Ze, that’s harsh." He Juan clutched his chest and groaned exaggeratingly. "Gege is very hurt by your words..."

It might be the trick of light but He Juan seemed to see the ghost of a smile fleeting past Mu Yuze’s face, it was so faint that it disappeared as quickly as it came. He Juan’s eyes widened in shock and awe. "Did you just smile?!"

Mu Yuze kept his gaze straight to the front and deadpanned, "Am not."

"No, I definitely saw you smiling!" He Juan was almost breathless in excitement.

Mu Yuze’s smile was very rare, each was more precious than the other. It was as if He Juan had caught a glimpse of a pure and untainted flower that only bloomed once in a century...

However, before he could press further, Mu Yuze suddenly turned to face him, catching him off guard. He reached out his hand to straighten He Juan’s collar and when he drew back, there was a familiar black little thing between his fingers. If He Juan’s memory had not failed him, then it should be... mini recorder? Why did Mu Yuze take it all of a sudden?

He saw Mu Yuze slip the recorder into the small pocket of his leather pants — He Juan was honestly amazed how such a tight and mini pants could have a pocket — before saying in a matter-of-fact tone, "I will take it for now. The police will need to examine it."

"Oh, okay," He Juan nodded in understanding. He sensibly handed over the watch to Mu Yuze as well, for there was a hidden camera in it.

Then his eyes lowered to follow Mu Yuze’s bare and sinewy legs again. Before he knew it, he had taken off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the omega’s body. Mu Yuze’s frame was much slender than him and he was almost engulfed by the big size clothing. He Juan could not help but smile at Mu Yuze’s stunned look.

"The wind is very strong tonight," he gave a random excuse and stroked Mu Yuze’s fluffy hair. "You are an omega. You should take better care of your body. Don’t run around wearing such thin clothes."

Mu Yuze gathered the jacket tighter around himself, the tip of his ears flushing. "...Mn."

The valet arrived with the black Ferrari at the entrance just as they emerged from the VIP passage. He Juan offered his sincere thanks before leading Mu Yuze to the shotgun seat. However, Mu Yuze did not move. Instead, he turned to face He Juan seriously, "Can you drive?"

He Juan was taken aback by that sudden question and his smile turned stiff in a split second. Mu Yuze was staring at him with such a deep and intense gaze as if digging into the deepest recess of his soul, shattering any lies that had formed on the tip of his tongue. He Juan could not help but feel helpless. How did Mu Yuze notice? Since when? He was sure that he had put quite a convincing front...

Rubbing his forehead, He Juan let out a resigned chuckle. "Xiao Ze ah..."

Mu Yuze did not need any further explanation. He stuffed He Juan into the shotgun seat and slipped into the driver seat himself, his movement was very cool and suave. He clicked his seatbelt on and glanced at He Juan. "Can you put on the seatbelt yourself?"

He Juan huffed out a laugh, mirthful. "I am not that weak, okay?" To prove his words, he pulled the seatbelt across his body and clicked it in place. Then he raised his brow toward Mu Yuze as if asking, ’See?’

Only then did Mu Yuze withdraw his gaze, satisfied. He turned on the engine and told He Juan, "Rest. It’s been a long day for you, Juan-gege." His voice softened considerably when he uttered He Juan’s name.

Even though they had left Phoenix Ablaze, He Juan still did not dare to relax for fear that someone would come out and confront them after discovering their real identity. It was not until now that He Juan allowed himself to lean into the seat, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. Fatigue was evident between his brows. His head had been throbbing for a while, either from the lack of sleep, the pheromones outburst, the continuous tense state of his body or... all of the above.

He had no idea how Mu Yuze noticed it, but he did. Even his doctor slash best friend, Jia Molei, seldom noticed his little discomfort as long as He Juan did not show it on his face... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

His voice was slightly hoarse when he said, "Thank you, Xiao Ze."

The space inside the car was very serene and quiet. He Juan had almost fallen asleep when he suddenly recalled something. He opened his eyes in shock. "That’s right, there is still the special attraction on midnight—"

Mu Yuze did not wait for him to finish his words. He stretched out a hand to cover He Juan’s eyes. "Don’t think too much. Let the police take care of the rest."

Him joining the operation tonight had already been considered out of norm. A civilian, especially the former prime suspect such as He Juan, should never be allowed to take part in the police’s investigation, but they had made an exception for him tonight because it was a special case...

That’s right. Long Guozhi had already been caught, and it was only a matter of time until they extorted the information from him. Then they would be able to find who really wanted to kill Miss Zhao!

This way, he could finally give a proper account to Su Xieren...

Thinking up to here, He Juan could not help but feel relieved from the depth of his heart. He did not do anything about Mu Yuze’s hand and enjoyed it instead. After all, it was so soft, warm, and also carried the faint scent of the omega’s pheromones. His lips curved into a happy smile. "Okay, I will listen to you."

"Now close your eyes and rest," he gave a firm order that brooked no argument. "You have done very well, gege."

Before Mu Yuze took his hand away, He Juan already succumbed to the sleepiness that was dragging behind his eyelids.