Mo Qianren paused, both his hands remaining in place just as he had gone to hand things over to her. He seemed to have overloaded his brain.
He drew closer to the beg to roll her over and carry her in his arms and bring her to the bathroom, dragging her IV along with her.
“Mr. Mo…” The situation became a little awkward as Mu Rulan realized what was happening.
“Hurry up. I’ll be back in five.” Mo Qianren placed her gently on top of the toilet, stuffing the plastic bag into her arms. After that, he walked out of the small room and shut the door behind him.
Mu Rulan sat atop the toilet, looking at the things in the plastic bag before letting out a chuckle.
Really, this guy – he was trying to deny that he was gentle? Just then, she would believe that he might even help her take off her pants! She was surprised.
Though she was a psycho, that didn’t mean that she had no sense of shame at all.
Mo Qianren stood behind the bathroom door, rubbing at his ears. They were hot.
When he scanned the messy bed, he saw a red spot on the sheets. His ears turned even hotter as he brought out his phone to make a call.
Mu Rulan had cleaned herself up within the allotted five minutes. But noticing the red mark on her skirt, Mu Rulan began to feel regretful. If she knew this would happen, she wouldn’t have come to the infirmary.
How many times had it been that she found herself in an awkward predicament in front of Mo Qianren?
One of her legs was still encased in plaster, and the other had only enough strength to stay standing as she pulled her pants up.
That was why Mu Rulan was entirely prepared to wait shamelessly for Mo Qianren to come in and carry her out. But after the five minutes came and went, the person who had told her to wait hadn’t come back.
“Mr. Mo…” Mu Rulan called weakly. Translated by The Novelst
“Wait just a moment.” The voice outside seemed a little cold.
“…Okay.” Mu Rulan was surprised but still waited, obediently sitting in her place.
Ten minutes later, Lu Zimeng could be seen carrying in a bunch of things, sitting tragically in his wheelchair that was being pushed by his driver.
Mo Qianren, that thoughtless guy. He still had one leg in a cast and still asked him to prepare all these things for him!
Mo Qianren stood at the entrance, waiting for Lu Zimeng. He reached down to grab the things in Lu Zimeng’s lap as he came to a stop before Mo Qianren.
Lu Zimeng opened his mouth to speak, but Mo Qianren turned around and with a bang the doors swung shut…
He looked at the door that had barely missed being slammed on his leg, blinking owlishly a few times. Then he looked at his driver, pointing at the door and asking wearily, “…What is the meaning of this?”
“You have been abandoned, young master.”
“WTF! Mo Qianren, are you really living by hoes before bros? Open the door and let me take a good look at which little fox has you seduced!” Lu Zimeng wanted to barge in after kicking the door open, but luckily the driver behind him reacted quickly and pulled the wheelchair back.
After a while, the door didn’t budge. Lu Zimeng mumbled to himself, “The child has grown up and now he wants to leave the house, while the bird has grown up and wants to find its own nest…”
“Let’s go, let’s go. There will be chances to be a lightbulb in the future, it’s time to wait until my leg recovers…” Though Lu Zimeng spoke like that, he was a little disturbed. The little fox who had seduced Mo Qianren… it probably wasn’t Mu Rulan, right?
Mu Rulan could hear faint sounds outside, but before she could ask, the bathroom door opened. Mo Qianren grabbed another bag of things to hand to her before leaving.
Mu Rulan opened the bag and was surprised by the contents. It was a new pair of women’s underwear as well as a set of women’s sportswear…
She let free a troubled smile. Really, this guy…
It seemed that it would be difficult for her if she wanted to lay hands on this person now. Being so gentle to a criminal suspect… or should she say, a criminal psychopath. Was it such a good idea, Mr. Mo?
As she finished changing her clothes, she heard a knock on the door.
After that, she was carried to the bed, realizing that the sheets had been changed. Before she could ask, a hot bowl of brown sugar soup appeared before her on the table.
Mo Qianren walked to the window and opened it, letting the cool autumn breeze flow in, rustling the curtains to resemble the curve of an ocean wave.
As if sensing her gaze on him, he turned his head to her. He was unprepared to fall into the deep gaze of her marble eyes, like he had taken a misstep and then, splash, he was falling in…
The door handle creaked as the door opened gently. Ou Kaicheng made his way in.
The strange atmosphere was interrupted, and Ou Kaicheng stood at the door to see the two staring at each other. He narrowed his eyes. “Rulan, Teacher Mo.”
Mo Qianren looked at Ou Kaicheng and stood. “I’m leaving.”
“Take care and goodbye,” said Mu Rulan with a smile.
Ou Kaicheng furrowed his brows as he shut the door behind him. “How are you feeling?”
“Still fine,” she lowered her head to drink from her bowl of soup. It was a little sweet and the warmth spread from her stomach to all her limbs. Translated by The Novelst
“About what Zhou Yaya did to you this morning, I asked Liu Silan to shut down the forum,” he said.
She continued to drink her soup wordlessly
Proofread by: Hannah