I Eat My Own Jealousy chapter 27

Chapter 27

Due to the morning incident, Jian Ning felt unhappy throughout the day at school. Even in the laboratory, his mind was somewhat distracted. Professor Moor noticed and decided to let him leave early.

Because of his early departure, Jian Ning arrived at the Zong family’s residence slightly earlier than the previous two days. Tuan Tuan was running and frolicking on the grass, full of energy.

Butler Abel invited Jian Ning to have dinner at the villa before returning, but Jian Ning declined. Butler Abel had no choice but to arrange for someone to take him and Tuan Tuan back to the academy.

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Jian Ning returned to the dormitory with Tuan Tuan. Before going to sleep, he thought that he wouldn’t bother with Zong Ye, that jerk, anymore. However, when he tried to sleep, he kept tossing and turning. Eventually, he sat up, clutching his blanket, and thought with determination, “Alright, I’ll believe him one last time. Let’s see how he explains himself.”

Yawning, he leaned against the head of the bed, waiting for Zong Ye. Worried that Zong Ye might not find his room, he considerately lit a small lamp. Tuan Tuan was sleeping soundly next to his pillow, carefree.

From deep into the night until the first light of dawn, Zong Ye didn’t show up.

“He’s a big liar. I won’t believe that he has any sincerity toward me anymore,” Jian Ning thought coldly as he turned off the light, his expression devoid of emotion.

Inside the Zong family villa, the flood of mental fluid in the medical chamber receded like a tide. The chamber door opened, and Zong Ye opened his eyes and sat up. He emerged from the chamber, glancing outside while grabbing a towel to wipe off the fluid on his body.

Good, it was already dawn. Having heard Jian Ning’s words in the morning, he knew that his second persona would likely want to emerge at night. Therefore, he remained vigilant and didn’t sleep at night. As expected, at midnight, the second persona couldn’t be restrained any longer and started surging within him, stronger than ever before. He could only barely suppress it using the medical chamber.

That young man had a significant impact on the second persona. Zong Ye frowned, realizing he needed to keep his distance in the future.

Butler Abel noticed that the young masters of the family, both the Zong heir and Mr. Jian, seemed a bit off. They used to exchange a few words, but lately, whenever they encountered each other, they remained silent. Moreover, while Mr. Jian was playing happily with the young master in the garden, and as soon as the eldest master returned, he would promptly take the young master away. The eldest master also seemed to be deliberately avoiding Mr. Jian, arriving home later than usual.

Thinking of Dr. Wilson’s words, Butler Abel felt uneasy. Could it be that the main persona of the young master was falling for Mr. Jian, and can Mr. Jian truly heal their young master?

On this day, Jian Ning came to pick up Tuan Tuan again. It started raining suddenly on the way, and he didn’t have an umbrella. After getting out of the car, he hurried to the entrance of the Zong family villa. By the time Butler Abel came to receive him, his clothes were already soaked through.

“Master Jian, hurry in and dry yourself. I’ll get you some clothes to change into,” Butler Abel led him to the bathroom and turned to find clean clothes for him.

Jian Ning took off his wet clothes, dried himself off, and Butler Abel knocked on the door, saying, “Master Jian, there are no suitable clothes at home. I brought a set of young master’s clothes for you. You can just manage with that.”

He didn’t want to wear Zong Ye’s clothes, and didn’t want to have anything to do with Zong Ye anymore. Jian Ning immediately refused without hesitation, “No need, I’ll just stay in the bathroom and wait for the clothes to dry.”

“…The dryer’s cord was chewed up by the young master in the morning, and we haven’t had a chance to repair it,” Butler Abel explained. The young master was teething, and he spent his days biting things in the house. The speed of repairs couldn’t keep up with his speed of biting things.

Jian Ning had to ask, “Are there any other clothes?”

Butler Abel sensed his reluctance to wear Zong Ye’s clothes and sighed, “Then I’ll get the second young master’s clothes.”

This time, Jian Ning didn’t refuse. He accepted the clothes when Butler Abel brought Zong Ming’s clothes over and put them on.

“Master Jian, why don’t you stay here for the night? This rain probably won’t stop until tomorrow morning,” Butler Abel suggested after he came out.

Looking at the continuous drizzle outside, Jian Ning was about to decline, but Butler Abel added, “The eldest master went to patrol the Kata planet this morning. He won’t be back for a couple of days. You can rest assured and stay.”

“I’ll go and have the kitchen prepare dinner,” Butler Abel said before Jian Ning could respond, and he headed for the kitchen.

When Zong Ming returned, Jian Ning was sitting in the living room amidst a pile of toys, playing with Tuan Tuan. He greeted Zong Ming and went upstairs to change clothes. Butler Abel entered the room and said, “Master Jian will be staying here for the night.”

Zong Ming nodded and asked, “About his clothes…”

Butler Abel explained, “When Mr. Jian came, it started raining. His clothes got wet. He didn’t want the eldest master’s clothes, so I gave him yours.”

Zong Ming raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong with those two? Can’t even talk to each other, and now they’re finding fault with the clothes?”

Butler Abel sighed, “I don’t know. Second Young Master, the eldest master isn’t here. Why don’t you go and ask?”

Zong Ming fastened the buttons of his shirt in front of the mirror, “Alright, I’ll ask in a bit.”

After dinner, the rain had stopped, and the air was filled with a refreshing scent. Butler Abel volunteered to take care of Tuan Tuan. Zong Ming came out of the kitchen holding a glass of juice and a glass of wine. He handed the juice to Jian Ning and suggested, “How about sitting on the balcony?”

Jian Ning accepted the juice and went outside to the balcony with him, sitting down at the table.

“How’s Professor Moor’s lab doing? Did they catch the thief last time?” Zong Ming took a sip of his wine and asked.

Jian Ning nodded, “Yes, they caught him. It was the son of the cleaning lady who works in the building. He had subbed for her before and saw the rare plants in Professor Moor’s lab. He wanted to take them to the black market for money. Do you know Professor Moor?”

“Of course, I do. Those rare seeds he has were given by me. I not only know Moor but also know Lin Yang,” Zong Ming replied.

“You know Professor Lin Yang?” Jian Ning was surprised and quickly asked, “Can you contact him?”

Since arriving on the Imperial Star, he had refrained from contacting Professor Lin Yang due to concerns about the communication being intercepted. He once tried using Professor Moore’s communicator to contact Lin Yang, but the stored contact information was no longer valid.

Zong Ming regretfully said, “Lin Yang changed his contact information after leaving the Imperial Star. Now no one can reach him.”

Seeing disappointment on Jian Ning’s face, he added, “He has a good relationship with someone in the military. I’ll ask around tomorrow. Maybe Lin Yang is in touch with him.”

A smile appeared on Jian Ning’s face, “Thank you.”

Zong Ming propped his chin up, curiously looking at him. “Are you wearing a disguise mask on your face? Can you take it off and let me see?”

After a moment of hesitation, Jian Ning removed the camouflage mask from behind his ear.

Seeing Jian Ning’s face clearly, Zong Ming couldn’t help but make a clicking sound of appreciation in his mind. No wonder his big brother’s second persona wanted to come out upon seeing Jian Ning’s face. He was such a good-looking companion; anyone would find it hard to resist.

Of course, excluding his emotionless main persona.

As Jian Ning tried to reattach the mask to his ear, the rolled-up sleeve on his wrist slid down, covering his fingers.

“Let me help you with that,” Zong Ming extended his hand and rolled up Jian Ning’s sleeve again. Jian Ning felt embarrassed and explained, “Butler Abel said the dryer was broken. That’s why I had to wear your clothes. I’ll wash them and give them back to you.”

“It’s alright,” Zong Ming replied nonchalantly, changing the subject, “By the way, how have you been getting along with my big brother recently? Did he do something to make you angry?”

Hearing him mention Zong Ye, the smile on Jian Ning’s face faded, and he casually said, “He’s the Empire’s Marshal. How could I dare to be angry with him?”

After speaking, he lowered his gaze and sipped the juice, clearly indicating he didn’t want to talk about Zong Ye any further.

Seems like he’s pretty angry. Whatever Zong Ye did was quite serious. Zong Ming pondered in his mind, reached out to take the empty glass from Jian Ning’s hand, and said, “Want more? I’ll refill it.”

“Thank you,” Jian Ning handed him the glass. He wasn’t sure what kind of juice it was, but it was pleasantly sweet and sour.

Zong Ming went to the kitchen, leaving Jian Ning alone on the balcony. He fiddled with the disguise mask between his fingers, resting his head on the table, and his long eyelashes hung low as if lost in thought.

In Zong Ye’s room upstairs, the window was partially open, offering a view of the small balcony below. Ever since they had sat there earlier, their voices continued to drift in through the window.

Zong Ye stood by the window, gazing down at the small balcony. Originally, he was supposed to go to the Kata planet today, but the starship encountered a problem that required thorough inspection, postponing the trip for a few days. So, he returned early. When he got back, everyone was taking a nap, so he went to his room without disturbing anyone. Having worked late at the military for the past few days, he had only just woken up. He had heard clear voices and laughter coming from the balcony downstairs.

The courtyard was dimly lit, and Zong Ye’s gaze landed on Jian Ning. He was wearing Zong Ming’s clothes, which were slightly loose, revealing a slender neck and delicate wrists. His face was turned toward this side of the window, illuminated by the soft light, casting a gentle glow on his gentle facial features.

He wasn’t wearing a disguise mask. Zong Ye frowned slightly, about to look away, when Zong Ming returned. Jian Ning suddenly lifted his head from the table, his bright and clear eyes curved into a smile, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a joyful arc. His face was brimming with a smile as he took the juice from Zong Ming’s hand.

The two of them resumed their lively conversation.

Zong Ye’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before he withdrew it with an indifferent expression.

Drinking too much juice in the evening had awakened him in the middle of the night due to the need to urinate. After using the restroom, Jian Ning felt a bit thirsty, so he quietly opened his door and planned to go downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Moonlight was pouring into the hallway. Just as he was about to head towards the stairs, he noticed the door of the room diagonally across was slightly ajar, with a faint light seeping through.

That room belonged to Zong Ye, and next to it was some kind of medical chamber, if he remembered correctly. Jian Ning paused his steps and walked over to the door, gently pushing it ajar…

On a late evening, who’s inside? Jian Ning got a start, took two steps forward, and saw the person immersed in the medical compartment, it was Zong Ye.

His tall and robust body was naked, soaking in the liquid. After glancing for a moment, Jian Ning withdrew his gaze. Just as he was about to leave, he realized something was amiss. Zong Ye’s brows were furrowed, lips tightly pressed, and his eyeballs were moving restlessly beneath his eyelids, as if struggling with something. The liquid surrounding his body was also boiling unevenly, emitting faint gurgling sounds.

Jian Ning hesitated and approached the medical compartment. Bending over, he looked at the person inside and tapped the transparent cover with his fingers, whispering, “Hey…”

Only after tapping did he realize that the person inside probably couldn’t hear. He turned around, about to go and find the housekeeper, but behind him came a faint sound, “Click.”

Jian Ning turned back and saw that all the liquid in the medical compartment had drained away, and the compartment door had opened. Zong Ye sat up from inside.

“Are you okay?” Jian Ning asked softly, but Zong Ye didn’t take his eyes off him. He sat stark naked, without any reservation, not even using the nearby towel to cover up.

“I saw the door open over here and light inside, so I came to take a look.” Seeing that he was fine, Jian Ning shifted his gaze and was about to go back to his room.

“Clothes off,” just as he took a step, his wrist was suddenly grasped. Zong Ye’s cold and stern voice sounded from behind.

Jian Ning: ???

Jian Ning thought he was hearing things. He turned his head to look at Zong Ye in confusion. What did this person just say?

“Take off your clothes,” Zong Ye looked at him, expressionless, and repeated himself.

…Does this person have a problem? Jian Ning was speechless. He lowered his voice and said, “Let go.”

He twisted his wrist trying to break free from Zong Ye’s grip.

Zong Ye’s hold was tight, and his palm was warm, so warm that it surprised Jian Ning. Seeing that Jian Ning wasn’t cooperating, Zong Ye furrowed his brows, reached out, and pulled him into his embrace, proceeding to unbutton his clothes himself.

Jian Ning was on the verge of collapse. Why on earth was this person taking his clothes off for no reason? Could it be that he wanted to do that kind of thing?

This is madness. They were no longer in a relationship, and this kind of coercion was a violation of interstellar law.

Jian Ning couldn’t match Zong Ye’s strength. His upper clothes had already been pulled off. Just as he was about to shout and wake up everyone in the villa to witness the despicable state of their young master, a piece of clothing was draped over his head.

Jian Ning was dumbfounded in an instant, until Zong Ye helped him put on the clothes over his head, he hadn’t yet reacted.

…What’s going on?

Zong Ye looked at him satisfied and gazed at the area below him. “Pants.”

Seeing Jian Ning’s lack of response, Zong Ye frowned and was about to start unbuttoning them himself. Jian Ning quickly covered his waist with his hands, “I-I’ll do it myself!”

Zong Ye released his grip to let him handle it. Jian Ning bent over and slowly removed his pants. He took the pants handed to him by Zong Ye, still feeling a bit bewildered.

What did he mean by all this? He was making things so easily misinterpretable. Was he just trying to get him to change clothes?

While putting on his pants, Jian Ning glanced up at Zong Ye. Seeing Zong Ye’s naked body, he felt like Zong Ye needed a pair of pants more than he did. Without much thought, Jian Ning took off the pants he had only partially put on and handed them to him.

Zong Ye frowned, his whole body emitting a chill again. His voice lowered, “Why aren’t you wearing them?”

He was truly off tonight. Jian Ning was puzzled, quickly explaining, “I have a shirt, that’s enough. You can wear these.”

Zong Ye had handed him his own pajamas, but they were way too big and loose on Jian Ning. The hem even reached his thighs. Not wearing pants wasn’t an issue, especially since Zong Ye’s pants had such a wide waistband that it would be odd if they fit.

Zong Ye gave Jian Ning a couple of glances, satisfaction appearing in his eyes. He took the pants from him and meticulously put them on.

Jian Ning averted his gaze, intending to pick up the clothes thrown on the ground. Those were Zong Ming’s clothes; he couldn’t just leave them strewn about. He intended to wash and return them.

“What are you doing? Can’t bear to part with them?” Zong Ye suddenly spoke in a cold voice from behind. He approached and kicked the clothes on the ground far away.

Jian Ning: …

No, wait. What did these clothes do to you? Jian Ning was utterly confused. Before he could process it, Zong Ye had grabbed his wrist and was dragging him outside. They entered Zong Ye’s room.

“I’ll sleep across the hall…” Jian Ning’s words hadn’t even fully left his mouth when Zong Ye suddenly picked him up horizontally and tossed him onto the bed.

Then Zong Ye got on the bed as well, reaching out to pull Jian Ning into his embrace and tucking them both under the blanket.

Jian Ning extended his hand, attempting to pry apart Zong Ye’s arms encircling his waist, but they were like iron bands, unyielding.

“Still thinking about those two pieces of clothing?” Zong Ye’s voice, heavy with irritation, sounded next to his ear.

…What did those clothes do to him to provoke such a reaction? Jian Ning was utterly speechless. Unable to break free from Zong Ye’s embrace, he could only relax his body and stop struggling.

Only then did Zong Ye seem satisfied. He curled his lips slightly and kissed Jian Ning’s fair earlobe before closing his eyes.

Since entering the adjacent medical room, Jian Ning had been in a state of confusion. After all the commotion, he was exhausted. In no time, nestled in Zong Ye’s embrace, he drifted off to sleep.

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