Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

"elder brother--"

At the critical moment, Mu Qing'an was quick-witted and kicked Jian Churan hard in the stomach.

Jian Churan let out a wail and fell to the ground, curling up without moving for a long time.

She gave it a try and threw the brick with all her strength, but the brick deflected a little and brushed against Mu Qingyuan's forehead, leaving a trace of blood.

Jian Zhinian's face turned pale. He quickly ran over, looked up at the wound, and said in a trembling voice, "I, I have a medicine box in my office. Come with me..."

He grabbed Mu Qingyuan's hand and ran upstairs, almost falling down several times. If Mu Qingyuan hadn't held him, he would have probably rolled down the stairs.

Mu Qingyuan has the same rare blood type as Nian Nian, and he is afraid deep down...

"Zhizhi, don't be afraid, it's just a minor scratch. My blood coagulation function is quite good. Look, if you fall again, my wound will stop bleeding on its own..."

Jian Zhinian pursed his lips and said nothing. He returned to the office and concentrated on disinfecting him with alcohol, applying white hemostatic medicine, and then applying a large hemostatic patch.

When he went downstairs again, Mu Qing'an saw it and chuckled.

Then, under his brother's authority, he cleared his throat to stop laughing and said, "Brother, Jian Churan injured someone in front of the police and was taken away. The police officer asked us to take a statement together after we treat the wound."

Mu Qingyuan nodded, so Jian Zhinian drove and the three of them went to the police station.

It was already evening when they came back. Mu Qingyuan "destroyed the bridge after crossing it" and drove Mu Qing'an back to the dormitory, and took Jian Zhinian back home.

Jian Zhinian had a gloomy face all the way. He opened the door and went to the kitchen.

Seeing him looking for food in the refrigerator, Mu Qingyuan held his wrist and said softly, "Don't cook, I ordered takeout."

Jian Zhinian had nothing to do, so he turned around and sat on the sofa, turning his head away and ignoring Mu Qingyuan.

Mu Qingyuan turned his face around, held it in his palm, and coaxed: "Zhizhi, don't be angry with me, I'm really fine..."

Jian Zhinian bit his lip, his eyes reddened, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself!"

Last time, Jian Zhongxing slapped Mu Qingyuan in the face, and today Jian Churan threw a stone at Mu Qingyuan again. Deep guilt weighed on Jian Zhinian's heart.

"I blame myself for being too tolerant of them. That's why you get hurt again and again, Qingyuan, I..."

"Shh!"

Mu Qingyuan pressed his index finger on Jian Zhinian's lips to prevent him from saying more accusatory words against him. He looked at Jian Zhinian with affectionate and focused eyes.

"Zhizhi, you're right. Don't let that kind of person take away your energy. You have more important things to do. And don't be angry with yourself. I'll feel bad. Zhizhi, let me tell you a secret..."

Mu Qingyuan put down his hand, leaned forward and touched Jian Zhinian's lips.

It was the first time he kissed Jian Zhinian lightly like this.

Jian Zhinian was stunned. Mu Qingyuan's eyes at this moment were so affectionate that they seemed to drown him. This was the first time he saw such undisguised love in Mu Qingyuan's eyes.

Mu Qingyuan suddenly wanted to say something. He said, "Zhizhi, in my heart, you should stand on the podium and talk about profound knowledge, exploring the unknown mysteries in the world of scientific research..."

He held Jian Zhinian's hand, interlocking their fingers. Jian Zhinian's hand should have been guiding people on the podium, shining in the laboratory, holding a precious blue-and-white porcelain cup, reading a book...

He had always wanted to tell him.

"Zhizhi, when I was in college, I thought that I would make a lot of money in the future and buy you antique blue and white porcelain, Xuan paper, Duan inkstone, and Longquan inkstone...

Even one day, if you have a project you want to do, I can invest in the laboratory, so that you can do the scientific research you like without any pressure..."

"The person I like comes from a wealthy family. I don't want him to lower himself to be with me one day! Zhizhi, I want to give you the most peaceful life in the world."

"I am willing to protect you. So, Zhizhi, don't be angry. It is my honor to protect you."

Mu Qingyuan's dream of starting a business was never driven by financial pressure, but rather by his ideals.

He has people he wants to cherish and protect.

He will always remember the day in the ceramic town when the sunlight shone into the floating light of the exquisite blue and white cups. The young man tilted his beautiful jawline slightly and said casually: "My grandfather likes to collect ceramics on weekdays, and there is an auction item at home..."

With just a few words, Mu Xingchen once felt inferior to the core.

His Zhizhi never ate or dressed extravagantly, but his demeanor in every move was influenced by the fragrance of books...

He has to be worthy of it.

He struggled for many years for this.

Now, this little protection and this little injury, what do they matter?

Jian Zhinian was surprised by Mu Qingyuan's confession. He opened his mouth several times but couldn't utter a word. He had to reach out and hug him.

The young man he has liked for so many years has become as steady as a mountain and he is willing to lean over to protect him.

"Qingyuan, I don't need these..."

Jian Zhinian uttered a few words with difficulty. He did not need a sheep-hair inkstone to write, nor did he have the hobby of playing with antiques. He was just an ordinary person.

Mu Qingyuan hugged the person into his arms and said, "It doesn't matter whether you need it or not. What matters is that I can give it to you. My Zhizhi, don't belittle yourself. Don't look down on those rubbish. Your world should be full of beauty."

Jian Zhinian couldn't tell what he felt at the moment. He had never thought that he would be so noble in Mu Qingyuan's heart...

Mu Qingyuan's affectionate eyes were gradually filled with some different thoughts. He lifted Jian Zhinian's chin, and his breathing gradually became heavier during the kiss.

"Zhizhi, you are my sacred, distant and inviolable rose, but I still couldn't help but touch you..."

"Zhizhi, you are mine, no one can hurt you, no one can take you away!"

Mu Qingyuan's kiss was domineering yet tender.

Jian Zhinian recalled the love letter Mu Xingchen had written him that year. Now that the man spoke with such lust in his voice, his heart seemed to be burned, and it began to beat loudly, again and again, faster and faster.

"Well, it's yours, and it's always been yours."

Jian Zhinian responded in a young voice.

They kissed for a long time, and although they were filled with desire, they did not go further.

They hugged each other and became closer.

Their days are peaceful and regular.

It was not until a few days later that Mu Qingyuan called Jian Zhinian and said in a calm voice that there was something to deal with at the group headquarters and he had to go back to S City for a few days.

Jian Zhinian couldn't help but joked, "Mr. Mu even knows that the company's headquarters is in City S."

Mu Qingyuan is busy with his career, and Jian Zhinian always supports him. A man's world cannot be filled with love alone.

Mu Qingyuan left a smile saying "I am so happy that I don't want to leave my country" and hurried to the airport with a serious expression...