At the hospital.
The smell of disinfectant was pungent.
The doctor used tweezers to extract the gravel embedded into Mu Rulan’s wounds. It was very painful, but Mu Rulan only furrowed her brows and didn’t make a sound, her face pale.
Mo Qianren sat beside her, both legs crossed. He was again doubtful but had a strong desire to dissect the person beside him and take a good look at what was going on.
This girl was only sixteen, but she behaved like a mature adult.
She liked to live in that ghostly house, collecting ugly, strange puppets. He had found a strand of hair belonging to Jin Moli in one of the rooms; he’d discovered a room at basement level that smelled faintly of blood. The closet on the second floor had a lifelike puppet inside, and the vague wording she’d used to disclose that she had committed those crimes…
However, she contradicted herself. She liked to play with children and gave to the poor. She protected her family and even endangered herself to save the life of a stranger. When she was injured, she licked her wounds in silence, but would accept outside help with delight.
She should have been a psycho serial killer with no humanity, but she had a strong, kind heart. She should have been an angel, but she had a darker side to her as a ruthless killer.
She was just a sixteen-year-old. How had she become so twisted?
If this was before, Mo Qianren would have found just enough evidence to capture Mu Rulan and dissect her psycho heart. But now he wanted to have a deeper understanding of this person.
When the doctor had finished bandaging all of her wounds, an hour had already passed. Her ankle was injured quite seriously. Mu Rulan was in so much pain that she couldn’t put all her weight on it for even a moment.
“You have a sprained ankle, a torn ligament and a slight fracture. I suggest you be admitted to the hospital. It’ll be much more convenient to check your injury on a daily basis,” said the doctor holding her CT scan.
It was obvious that she had been run over by a car and now her whole leg was swathed in bandages.
“Be admitted?” Mu Rulan was surprised, before shaking her hand in denial. “There’s no need for that, I can just use a wheelchair…”
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted.
The incident had alarmed the higher ups. Mayor Zhou had come to personally visit her. Even if Mu Rulan hadn’t wanted to be admitted to the hospital, she couldn’t turn it down any longer.
Ke Wanqing and Mu Zhenyang rushed quickly to the hospital. When they saw Mu Rulan all bandaged up, they felt anxious. After learning that everything was fine and all she needed was some rest, they were relieved.
She was their treasure – they couldn’t allow anything to happen to her or they would lose all they had!
“This man here is?” Ke Wanqing noticed Mo Qianren leaning on the wall, both his hands in his pockets.
She still remembered him rescuing Mu Rulan at the police station before. It was just that at the time she had been too busy to ask after him.
Mu Rulan leaned back on the hospital bed, holding a red apple. “This is Teacher Mo Qianren. He’s a new teacher at Liu Silan High School. He helped me to the hospital.”
Teacher, huh… Translated by The Novelst
Ke Wanqing’s expression didn’t change as she scanned Mo Qianren. The man before her seemed to have a good temperament and she had an inkling of who he was.
Ke Wanqing strictly controlled Mu Rulan’s choice of male friends. She didn’t allow just anyone without a good family background to get close to Mu Rulan. Anyone that didn’t suit her liking she was sure to stifle that relationship quickly.
Mo Qianren seemed to not notice the scrutinizing gaze on him, standing up straight to say, “I’ll be leaving first.”
Mu Rulan nodded, “Be careful on your way back.”
Mo Qianren nodded and left the ward.
Ke Wanqing immediately turned to ask, “Who is this Mr. Mo? What does his family do?”
Mu Rulan shook her head helplessly. “I don’t know.”
“Then don’t get too close to him. I’ll ask your grandfather to check.” Ke Wanqing had already determined that Mu Rulan must be married to a man of the elite class.
In K City, there were no families that interested her. It was likely only the Hou Family in the north that she would consider. The few boys of the Hou Family could be seen as elite.
Mu Rulan didn’t respond. Ke Wanqing continued on, “Lan Lan, next time you musn’t do such a thing again. What do other peoples’ lives have to do with you? Don’t be such a busybody. Now that you’re hurt, you can’t leave the student council seat empty, right? Who knows if someone will look to replace you tomorrow, and steal away your position as the president. Also, the Ziyuan and Liu Silan exchange program, your chance of performing…”
Ke Wanqing continued to lecture on and on, mostly regarding Mu Rulan’s position and the chances of someone threatening it; her responsibility as the president, any chances that she would have to demonstrate her ability before all her peers and higher ups being stolen by others…
Mu Rulan smiled slightly as she lowered her lids, her somber black hair smooth.
My dear mother, what if one day you lost all your dear reputation, would you go crazy mad? Compared to these, would you rather be fashioned into a human puppet?
Hehe… She looked forward to the approach day with a tense, anticipatory excitement. It would be quite interesting; very, very interesting… hehe… Translated by The Novelst
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