Chapter 24 Beating the “Mandarin Ducks”^[1]Beating the mandarin ducks, it is a metaphor for breaking up a loving couple or couple.

Fu Jingmo carried his bag, got off the car, walked around the front of the car, and took Lin Mu from the passenger seat.

He sidestepped into the house and kicked the door shut with his foot.

By the moonlight coming through the corridor, he saw a very tall and strong, but very frightened young man standing in front of him.

In a short-sleeved T-shirt and blue shorts, he was holding a kitchen knife and tremblingly asked, “Who… who… who are you, what do you want to do?”

“Are you He Ze?”

Fu Jingmo seemed to not notice the knife in his hand, and stared at him coldly.

The young man was stunned, staring with round eyes, and said blankly, “Ah… it’s me.”

Fu Jingmo lifted his chin, indicating for him to look at the person in his arms, “Lin Mu is injured, take me upstairs.”

Only then did the young man shift his gaze to Lin Mu in his arms, and with a “clap”, he dropped the knife and leaned over.

“What’s wrong? what’s wrong with Mumu? is he okay? damn it.”

The sturdy man started to sniffle as he spoke, as if he was about to cry.

Fu Jingmo frowned impatiently and kicked him, “Are you going up or not! He needs to rest!”

He Ze leaned against the wall, wiped his eyes, patted his butt, and reached out to pull him, controlling his anger but also his volume.

Fu Jingmo: “Damn, who are you? I’ll carry my Mumu myself!”

Fu Jingmo felt a throbbing pain in his temple again. If he wasn’t Lin Mu’s friend, he would have been beaten up by now.

A hint of black mist gathered around him as he gritted his teeth, “Upstairs?”

He Ze saw it and, feeling useless, withdrew his hand. This person was scarier than a zombie. He swallowed and led the way upstairs.

Fu Jingmo clearly heard him muttering, “hypocrite,” “taking advantage of others’ misfortune,” “taking advantage of others’ weaknesses,” “forcibly taking a woman”…

Lin Mu, what kind of friend is this?

The two entered the room, a simple double dormitory with two single beds. Fu Jingmo placed Lin Mu on one of the beds.

He Ze lit a small candle. The electricity in Yichang City had long been paralyzed. Fu Jingmo looked around vigilantly, but it was fine. This person didn’t seem so foolish. Wooden bars were nailed to the windows, blocking the faint light from outside.

He Ze put the candle on the bedside table, then plopped down beside Lin Mu’s bed, looking like he was about to cry.

“What’s wrong with Mumu, where is he injured, sob, sob, I knew he would come find me.”

Fu Jingmo’s head ached from the nagging, but he spoke with a determined look, “He’ll be fine, let him rest for two days.”

He Ze felt a bit relieved, turned to look at Fu Jingmo, under the dim candlelight, the man had a cold expression. Although, yeah, he was a bit more handsome, but also quite fierce!

“You haven’t told me who you are yet. I haven’t seen my friend Mumu have a friend like you!”

“Fu Jingmo, he’s with me now, got it.”

Fu Jingmo inexplicably felt a little upset. Why does everyone call you Mumu? I was the one who saved you, right?!

“Alright, and you are… What do you do? Are you a soldier?”

He Ze blinked. He wasn’t stupid. A guy who stood so straight, he must be a soldier.

Fu Jingmo didn’t deny it, just made a sound.

He Ze sniffed, then suddenly said seriously, “Thank you, thank you for bringing Mumu here. You seem very capable.”

They exchanged a few more words in a low voice, and Fu Jingmo didn’t say much more, “If there’s anything, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep.”

He showed that he didn’t want to deal with children (He Ze) anymore.

He Ze nodded and took off his shoes, then climbed to Lin Mu’s side.

Halfway up, a hand grabbed him fiercely, he struggled a few times but couldn’t break free, then turned to look at Fu Jingmo’s dark face with a puzzled expression.

Three question marks seemed to pop up on his forehead, as if to say, “Why are you pulling me?!”

Fu Jingmo lifted his chin and glanced at the other bed, “Go sleep on that bed!”

“Why? Mumu always sleeps with me when he’s at my place!!” He Ze angrily retorted.

Fu Jingmo didn’t respond, just stared at him coldly, as if he would tear him apart if he didn’t leave.

He Ze shivered and climbed onto the other bed in a huff.

“Damn, when Mumu wakes up, I’ll file a complaint! You’re bullying others! Crazy! Inhumane! Heartless! Beat up the mandarin ducks!…”

He waved his hand, cursing a string of words, but didn’t dare to speak loudly, making himself seem powerless.

Fu Jingmo ignored him, pulled a chair and sat by Lin Mu’s side, poured some water into the bottle cap, and carefully fed Lin Mu a bit.

He didn’t notice that since Lin Mu fell unconscious, his usual smile had disappeared from his face, his brows furrowed.

The person on the bed still looked pale, with no color on his lips.

Fu Jingmo was still somewhat worried about that ability, or rather—

Was that not an ability?

Everything had to wait until Lin Mu woke up to be discussed…