“Miss Mu?” Mu Rulan had just sat down when a surprised voice sounded from beside her.
Mu Rulan turned around to see Zhou Sulun, who was seated one seat away from her. He was surprised to see her.
She nodded elegantly. “Hello, Mr. Zhou.” Translated by The Novelst
At her response, he became excited and stood up, wanting to move a seat closer. But Mo Qianren took the seat between them hastily, blocking him.
Zhou Sulun was a little unhappy. He wanted to chat with Mu Rulan, but this man got in his way. Was he not afraid of being kicked by a donkey?
But Zhou Sulun suddenly leaned away and distanced himself. This person gave off a sense of danger.
The career of a psychologist was a powerful one. It was also a scary one, especially for one of Mo Qianren’s level, analyzing psychopaths as a criminal psychologist.
Others wouldn’t have known that during Mo Qianren’s time at the prison in America, he would receive a monthly visit from a psychologist to check on his mental state.
This was a precaution to ensure that the top criminal psychologists wouldn’t become too obsessed with psychopaths and become one themselves. If he became a psychopath, it would be a disaster.
In their circles, it wasn’t rare to see the two overlap – for example, the movie The Silence of the Lambs depicted a brilliant psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who was also a violent psychopath.
Seeing Zhou Sulun’s actions, Mu Rulan raised her brows.
Mm, this Mr. Mo was indeed very mysterious. He was clearly not law enforcement, but sometimes he did things that only police would do.
But now he was sitting under the same roof as the criminal he suspected – she really couldn’t see through his motivations.
Ou Kaicheng was standing behind the curtains on the stage, accompanied by his younger sister Ou Yachen, who was the president of Zi Yuan High School.
Ou Yachen looked through the space between the curtains to see Mo Qianren, scanning him closely.
Ou Kaicheng frowned, also staring at Mo Qianren. This person… Last time he had asked his father about him, but there was no information he could give.
His father had no reason to lie to him. As the director of the school, he didn’t know the specifics of his background but he was still allowed to teach at the school? What was his goal? It couldn’t be to…
Ou Kaicheng squinted and continued to stare at Mu Rulan.
“Kaicheng!” Ou Yachen’s voice trembled as she shouted for him.
Ou Kaicheng came back to his senses at the call, looking at her terrified gaze to ask, “What’s wrong with you?”
Ou Yachen saw that he hadn’t noticed anything, shaking her head slowly in response, “Nothing… Nothing.”
She lowered her head, her heart beating furiously in her chest. She pictured the expression on his face – the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. It was faint but the feeling it instilled in her was terrifying. His gaze was filled with excitement, obsession, and he seemed willing to destroy anything and everything. All of those desires combined to create something terrifying…
She must have seen it wrong.
The red curtain drew slowly to the sides, revealing a grand piano. A young man was seated in the chair, playing a melody.
Mu Rulan looked at the young boy, a smile playing on her lips.
He was only seventeen, and yet he had managed to take over the Lan corporation. When the Jin Family was on its last legs, he cooperated with them to shift the blame to the An Family. In just a short while, he protected the Jin Family and also increased his status.
His image was different than Lan Yiyang’s. He had hammered him down, invisibly, to the bottom.
Unexpectedly, the young man was certainly something. It was only that she didn’t know what he had in mind for her.
She would look forward to it.
After the elegant melody came to an end, applause filled the auditorium. The lady sitting beside Mu Rulan was full of pride. It was Lan Yiyang’s mother, Li Yan.
Lan Binglin stood in the center of the stage to take a bow. From his position, he was able to see Li Yan having an animated conversation with Mu Rulan. A scheming smile overtook has face, lasting only a brief second before disappearing, undetected.
Undetected by all but Mo Qianren.
Under that assessing gaze, body language, facial expression, and all else could betray you. All these things would betray any secrets, any underlying schemes.
It was fortunate that this man wasn’t interested in anything other than psychopathic criminals.
“This is my son, do you remember him? My youngest,” said Li Yan happily. She kept bringing the topic back to Lan Binglin, but as clever as she was, she wouldn’t forget to include a few tidbits about Lan Yiyang, as though she saw him as her own son.
Mu Rulan nodded, smiling. Li Yan was happy to see the smile. She had worried that Lan Yiyang would turn Mu Rulan against Lan Binglin.
In her eyes, Lan Binglin was miles above Lan Yiyang. A girl like Mu Rulan, how could she get close to Lan Yiyang and not her own excellent son?
Lan Yiyang was sitting not too far away, looking at the conversation between the two women. His eyes iced over, looking like something had broken in him.
He hadn’t expected that the first thing he would see fresh out of the hospital would be his greatest enemy and his favorite person having a familiar chat…
Damn it… Translated by The Novelst
Damn! Why… There was no way that she was also being deceived by that hypocritical woman, right? But she knew how terrible she was, how she acted was all fake. And Mu Rulan had told him she believed in him, why…
Proofread by: Hannah