Chapter 877: 876 is a woman
Luo Haofeng’s face changed as Qin Mu’s words hit where it hurt.
The human heart is the least controllable thing, not even one’s own heart can be controlled.
He rembered running into Bai Xiaoxiao at the mall yesterday, and with a bitter smile, he turned around, placed the opened bottle of wine back on the coffee table, walked up to Qin Mu and said, “Co on, I’ll join you for drinks, tonight we won’t return till we’re drunk.”
Seeing his expression, Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh.
“Forget it, let’s just go to the gym instead. I fear that you’ll start rambling nonsense once you’re drunk, and I really don’t want to get drunk with soone who can’t hold their liquor like you.”
Once Luo Haofeng got drunk, he would spill all his secrets, and Qin Mu really didn’t want to hear them.
“Gym it is then, you think I’m scared of you?” Luo Haofeng glared at him angrily and, with a huff, opened the door and stepped out first.
**
In G City, after Mo Xiuchen finished talking with Luo Haofeng, Zixuan’s call ca through again.
“The old man is in critical condition, aren’t you coming to the hospital to see him?”
“Just stay there yourself,” Mo Xiuchen declined Zixuan’s suggestion without a second thought.
Zixuan didn’t insist, but said mockingly, “You really are his nesis, aren’t you? Every ti he faints, it’s because you’ve angered him. If he ends up dying because of you, then it would be like repaying the debt you owe him.”
“Will he die?”
Mo Xiuchen fell silent for a mont, then asked flatly.
Zixuan laughed over the phone, “Mo Xiuchen, you really hate him to the bone, don’t you? You never used to hate him this much before, but now, it seems like you can’t wait for him to die sooner. It appears that amnesia is indeed a wonderful thing.”
In the past, no matter how much he hated, he still respected their blood relation. Now, having lost his mory, Mo Xiuchen felt no affection for Mo Jingteng, and if he wished to hurt his loved ones, he wouldn’t be polite to him.
“Right, for him, I have nothing but hate, nothing else.”
“He probably won’t die, let’s wait for the result.”
After hanging up the phone, Mo Xiuchen left the study and returned to the bedside where Wen Ran was sleeping soundly, her eyebrows conveying peace, and her expression serene and elegant.
He got into bed, his long arm gently wrapping around her neck, drawing her into his embrace. In her sleep, she burrowed her head into his chest, found a comfortable position, and continued dreaming.
Mo Xiuchen, with no desire to sleep, lay on his side holding her, gazing tenderly and dotingly at the peacefully sleeping Wen Ran. His heart, filled with love, was no longer as lonely and desolate as it had been in previous days.
His lips gently kissed her forehead, his lips reluctant to leave her fair skin after touching it, rembering the thing she had done for him. A ripple of emotion passed through his heart, filled more with satisfaction and happiness.
“Ranran, thank you for being willing to co ho.”
After a long ti, his lips left Wen Ran’s forehead. His deep, pool-like eyes were filled with adoration. When he had learned the truth, he had been terrified.
He feared that Ranran, because of her vow, would forever ignore him.
During those days, he really didn’t dare to pressure her, nor did he dare to hope that she would accept him so quickly and co ho with him. He had even prepared himself for the possibility that if she never accepted him, he would continue to accompany her as a friend.
She must have struggled greatly to muster the courage to defy her promise.
Thinking about this, pain surged once again in Mo Xiuchen’s heart, his grip on the woman in his arms tightened slightly, holding her even closer. Loving her so deeply, even just holding her like this, he felt a bit of insecurity.
He feared that this unstable situation, if disrupted by any small incident, could change her decision.
Perhaps because he was holding her too tightly, Wen Ran let out a soft moan in her sleep, lightly struggling in his arms. Mo Xiuchen imdiately relaxed his grip, kissing her cheek soothingly and whispered, “Ranran, go to sleep.”
Under his soothing, Wen Ran not only didn’t fall asleep but instead opened her eyes.
“Mo Xiuchen!”
Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of sleepiness, adding a touch of allure in the deep night, tempting one’s heart.
Mo Xiuchen gently kissed her face and whispered, “Go to sleep.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
Wen Ran’s face turned slightly red, feeling a bit uneasy being held so tightly by him.
Mo Xiuchen gently smiled, “I was just about to sleep when you woke up.”
Wen Ran blinked and turned her face away with a yawn, then raised her hand to touch his eyes, “Let’s sleep.”
“Okay!”
Mo Xiuchen smiled in response, obediently closed his eyes, and entered dreamland with her.
**
Jiang Liu had finished entertaining clients and sent them off; it was already midnight.
For this big order, he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol and was sowhat tipsy. He hailed a taxi by the roadside, gave the address, and then closed his eyes to rest.
The taxi drove onto the roadway at a steady speed. A few minutes later, it suddenly braked hard, and the sharp sound of tires screeching against the pavent penetrated his ears. Jiang Liu’s body also jolted violently due to the sudden stop, and his closed eyes snapped open in surprise, “What happened?”
He hadn’t even clearly seen the situation when he blurted out the question.
“Soone suddenly ran out.”
The driver’s voice carried a mix of anger and unease; a woman had fallen in front of his car, and he wasn’t sure if she had been hit.
“Where’s the person?”
Jiang Liu looked out the car window but didn’t see anyone.
“It’s a woman; she’s lying in front of the car. I’ll go down and check,” the driver explained briefly, opened the car door, and went to see what had happened to the woman lying in front of his car.
Jiang Liu, thinking the driver had hit soone, hurriedly got out of the car too to see if he could be of any help.
“This woman is injured.” By the ti Jiang Liu approached, the driver had already helped the woman lying in front of his car to sit up. Her hair was disheveled, obscuring her face. Jiang Liu could only see her clothes were tattered, revealing legs covered in bruises and purple marks.
The marks extended beneath her skirt.
At a glance, it was clear she had been assaulted by a man.
“Let’s take her to the hospital first,” he said urgently, without thinking further.
Seeing him speak, the driver looked down again at the woman and nodded, “It looks like she’s been assaulted. We’ll take her to the hospital. Should we call the police?”
Jiang Liu stepped forward to help, and together with the driver, they helped the woman into the car, saying, “In cases like this, it’s better to let her decide when she wakes up. There’s CCTV in this area; you don’t have to worry.”
He looked up at the CCTV cara not far from the roadside, reassuring the driver.
The two of them helped the woman into the back seat of the car, let her lie down on the seat, and Jiang Liu moved to the front passenger seat. The car started again, turned around, and headed toward the nearest city hospital.
Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the hospital entrance, and Jiang Liu and the driver got out.
“You take her in; I’ll pay,” Jiang Liu said as he opened the rear car door, instructing the driver.
The driver hesitated, reluctant to carry a woman, but still nodded, replied “Okay,” bent over and lifted the woman from the car.
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