The Disabled Young Master's Ruthless Obsession

[Jiang Chen: Nothing, I'm just reading.]

Ye Mian blinked, a faint smile playing on her lips. It felt so strange that they were texting each other when they were only separated by a single wall. Thinking about how he had spent the whole day reading in his room, she couldn't help but admire Jiang Chen's self-discipline.

However... had she left any books in the guest room?

As the thought struck her, Ye Mian’s eyes widened in horror. Oh no! She had! She had left behind the bedtime reading material Jiang Yuan had kept there while staying over: *The Disabled Young Master’s Fierce and Forced Love*.

!!!

Ye Mian’s reaction was visceral. Panic surged within her, impossible to hide. She clutched the corner of her quilt, her mind flashing back to the look on Jiang Yuan’s face when she left.

"Mianmian, I've annotated all the kissing scenes in here. If you ever forgive Big Boss Jiang, just study these—his leg is broken, isn't it? The scenarios are practically identical!"

At the time, she had only teased Jiang Yuan for being ridiculous and hadn't actually looked at that bizarre book. But knowing how Jiang Yuan’s mind worked, she could only imagine what kind of annotations were scribbled in those margins.

...Hiss! She didn't even dare to think about it. It was absolutely scandalous!

The thought of Jiang Chen sitting peacefully at the desk, reading *The Disabled Young Master’s Fierce and Forced Love*, made Ye Mian’s world go black. No, she couldn't accept this.

She scrambled out of bed, shoved her feet into her slippers, and scurried to the room next door. She didn't even bother to knock, and luckily, Jiang Chen hadn't locked the door. When she entered, Jiang Chen was still reading.

It seemed that wherever Jiang Chen was, the air became exceptionally quiet. That was Ye Mian’s first impression upon entering. She admitted that barging in was impolite, but that book was even more impolite. She took a deep breath, practically sprinted to the desk, and snatched the book from his hands, hiding it firmly behind her back.

Feeling the disturbance, Jiang Chen leaned back in his wheelchair, took off his glasses, and looked at her in a slow, measured manner. His eyes held a faint smile; he didn't seem startled by her sudden appearance or her thuggish behavior. He simply asked with calm composure, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Ye Mian gripped the book behind her, her nails digging into the cover as if trying to carve out the sheer awkwardness of the moment. She tried to act as if nothing had happened, lowering her gaze and offering a small smile to mask her bizarre behavior.

"I was just going to sleep... I just came over to see you... to see if you... were doing okay."

! What a terrible excuse.

Ye Mian could have cried at her own stupidity. After a moment of silence, she felt a flicker of nervousness and stole a glance at Jiang Chen. She caught him looking right at her. He slowly sat up straight, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, his eyes filled with an obvious, playful amusement, as if to say: *Do you really think I believe that?*

Ye Mian: "..."

Yeah, that was reckless. She should have laid some groundwork before coming in. Her palms were sweating involuntarily. She glanced toward the bookshelf and hesitantly tried a different excuse: "Actually, I came to get a book. We have exams coming up at school."

The man gave a soft "Hmm" and leaned back. Ye Mian began to pretend to browse the bookshelf. There were only a few books there anyway—mostly her old university textbooks—nothing worth reading.

And then! Her eyes locked onto the one on the far end: eye-catching, pink, and trimmed with gaudy silver. The flamboyant floral font on the spine looked so different from the other books, exerting a strange, powerful pull. Looking closely, it was indeed *The Disabled Young Master’s Fierce and Forced Love*.

Ye Mian: "..."

If that was on the shelf, then what had she snatched? She looked down in confusion and stiffness, only to realize she was holding her university textbook.

"Found it?" Jiang Chen asked, his gaze shifting upward, as if he were about to see the book on the shelf.

That wouldn't do. Ye Mian quickly snatched it from the shelf, clutched it tightly to her chest, and gave an awkward laugh. "Found it, yes, I found it."

"Is that so?" Jiang Chen sat just two steps away, staring at the book in her hands. He paused for a few seconds, then articulated clearly, word by word: "*The Disabled Young Master’s Fierce and Forced Love*? Your school's exam material... is quite niche."

"..."

Clearly, Jiang Chen had seen the book all along. Ye Mian’s scalp began to tingle; it felt as if thousands of fireworks were exploding in her brain, leaving her completely shattered. She tried several times to adjust her mindset, but failed every time.

Embarrassing. This scene was truly embarrassing.

The winter night was indescribably quiet. The lights in the guest room weren't fully on, so the room was dim. The desk lamp was closest to Ye Mian, casting its light upon her.

"I... I was just looking."
"The exam pressure is just too high."
"Someone like you, an academic genius, probably wouldn't understand."

Ye Mian paused, wanting to steer the conversation away from the book. "So, why were you reading my textbook just now?"

Jiang Chen didn't continue to prick at her psychological defenses. Instead, he chuckled along with her line of questioning: "It was interesting, so I read it."

Well, there was no point in talking anymore. If he could find something interesting in such dry text, Jiang Chen was definitely not the same species as her. Ye Mian dropped her smile, placed the book he had been reading back on the desk, and said seriously, "Well, carry on then. Make sure to get some rest. Goodnight."

Jiang Chen didn't look at the book; he kept watching Ye Mian with amusement, his voice gentle and calm. "Alright, goodnight to you too."

—

After returning to her room, Ye Mian shoved the book into a hidden spot before climbing back into bed. Without Jiang Chen’s presence, her racing heart finally began to calm down. She turned over, propped her chin on her hand, and played a sweet drama on her phone. Her legs dangled and swayed, and a smile couldn't help but surface on her face again.

Could this be considered... living with Jiang Chen?

Lulled by the sweet soundtrack of the drama, Ye Mian gradually closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

—

Winter was dry, and the room's humidifier wasn't running. In the dead of night, Ye Mian woke up parched. She reached out groggily for the water glass on the table, but it was completely empty.

She scratched her head in frustration, sat cross-legged on the bed for two minutes to struggle with her lingering drowsiness, and finally trudged to the kitchen to find water.

The living room lights were off, and it was pitch black. Too lazy to walk to the entryway to turn on the lights, Ye Mian relied on her basic memory of the house’s layout, feeling her way along the wall. Along the way, she knocked over a box, making a huge noise. She panicked for a second before slipping quickly into the kitchen.

After drinking the water, she felt refreshed and prepared to head back to bed through the darkness. This time she cleverly avoided the obstacle, but her cotton slipper kicked something hard. She reached out and touched it, feeling a faint warmth.

"What is this?" she muttered, eyes half-closed.

"Ye Mian." A cool voice came from above.

Ye Mian suddenly snapped out of her daze.