In the end, Mu Zhenyang and Ke Wanqing never came to hear of Bai Suqing’s matter. Even her hospitalization was hidden by a farfetched excuse. When Ke Wanqing heard that Bai Suqing was going to stay at a friend’s house to be tutored so she could handle the coming midterm exam, Ke Wanqing stared at the phone receiver in her hand, her brows furrowed in concern.
“What the hell? We have Lan Lan here but she still wants to go to someone else to get tutored? People who hear this might think that our Lan Lan is being stingy and unwilling to teach her.” Ke Wanqing hung up the phone heavily and expressed her discontent.
Mu Zhenyang couldn’t stand the way that Ke Wanqing always distorted words to mean something else and couldn’t help but talk back: “Don’t overthink so much. Who things so deeply on such trivial matters?”
“What?” Ke Wanqing glared unhappily in his direction. “A small leak will sink a great ship – you still don’t understand the meaning of these words? I can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time on you. Although this may look insignificant, but if today she defames Lan Lan a little, and tomorrow a little more, then altogether Lan Lan can’t wash the stain from her reputation any longer.”
Mu Zhenyang pursed his lips and remained silent.
Mu Rulin hadn’t gone to school that day because of the wound on his face. After sleeping in the entire day, he woke up in a dazed state. As was his habit, the first thing he did was to look for that person: “Sister…”
“Sister hasn’t returned home?” Looking at the clock, it was already past six. Their family always gathered for dinner at seven.
Ke Wanqing waved her hands. “Your brother and sister are eating outside today.”
Mu Rulin’s expression immediately turned dark, even his eyes behind his glasses turning cold. His hand gripped tightly at the railing of the staircase. Damn, Mu Rusen that bastard…
Ring ring! The phone in the living room rang. Butler Zhou went to answer, calling out to Mu Rulin who was preparing to go back and change, “Young master, the call is for you.”
Hm? Translated by The Novelst
Mu Rulin found it odd, picking up the phone, “Hello?”
“It’s me, Zhou Yaya.”
At Loulan Court.
Duan Yao, Li Shen, Taishi Niangzi and a few others were sitting inside a room. Taishi Niangzi’s pretty face was twisted in anger. “Damn, how can that matter be stopped right there? That old woman almost killed Lan Lan!” The police station was managed by her family so it wasn’t hard for Taishi Niangzi to find out the events of that night.
Li Shen was stirring the borscht soup in his bowl, speaking out slowly, “It seems that the Jin Family has become to arrogant these past few days.”
Sitting in the corner, Liu Peiyang was holding a mirror up with one hand and carefully styling his hair with the other. “It’s not the first time they’ve gotten full of themselves! Ever since they made connections with that group, they started trying to defy human and divine laws alike.”
“Can you stop playing with your hair?” Li Shen used his hands to cover his bowl of soup. “What if your hair falls in my soup and I get infected by your gayness?”
“Don’t worry, I have no interest in your asshole.” Liu Peiyang felt his hairstyle was finally perfect.
“That’s because you’re only interested in cucumbers,” Duan Yao suddenly teased after being quiet the entire time.
“Duan Yao,” Taishi Niangzi looked at Duan Yao. He’d been the boss of Class F since the very beginning.
Duan Yao heard his name and lazily looked up. “What do you guys want to do?”
“Tch, aren’t we asking you for your opinion?” Li Shen rolled his eyes.
“Officials shield one another. While governments do collude with business owners, I’m sure your parents don’t have any intention of settling their hands,” Duan Yao replied lightly. “If I were to set my hand, it might involve all your families.”
Taishi Niangzi and the others immediately had their expressions turn ugly. They were well-aware that all they had now was given to them by their parents. If their families collapsed, what power would they have?”
“It’s better to have your parents set their hands,” Duan Yao’s seductive eyes scanned the two people before him. “Force your parents to set their hands.”
Mo Qianren put his name down with Uncle Bao before quickly striding toward the black house.
As he walked up the slope the gray villa slowly appeared before him. Although the streetlights by the road were on, the trail to the villa seemed so dark and quiet it gave people the creeps. It was surrounded by trees, the branches dancing in the wind as though animated by a ghostly hand.
The old iron gate was electronically locked. Mo Qianren stood in front of the gate and scanned his surroundings. With his 186 centimeters of height combined with his strong ability to leap, the man was able to climb over the gate and enter the courtyard.
He registered the dilapidated fountain, the swing still hanging from that empty trunk but without the clown doll that had been there during his last visit.
Mo Qianren walked closer to the entrance of the villa. The heavy door seemed to have been firmly locked, looking difficult to open without a key. But this obstacle meant nothing to Mo Qianren.
Using the thin wire hook he held in his hand, he managed to unlock the door in under three minutes.
In the past Mo Qianren would definitely not have gone through with such an unscrupulous act, but as it was now all he could think was that this case might involve a human life at risk so he had no time to delay and threw himself into action.
Creak—— Translated by The Novelst
The door was softly pushed open to open up just a crack. Just as Mo Qianren prepared himself to walk in, a dark shadow appeared suddenly in front of him, accompanied by a laughing noise, “Hahahahaha…”
Mo Qianren stared coldly at the clown doll hanging before him continuously emitting that laugh. He stretched out a hand to tear it down. The slippery strings fell to the ground yet the clown doll with its bloody red lips did not stop laughing.
Mo Qianren impatiently wrenched off its head and the device in its body finally stopped running, cutting the laughter off into sudden silence.
Mo Qianren grew suspicious that Mu Rulan had purposely pulled a prank on him.
Mo Qianren threw away the wooden puppet, walking further into the house. He took out his flashlight, the white beam moving furtively in the dark.
Outside the house, Uncle Bao walked to the iron gate, looking strangely toward the house that still had the door tightly closed. It was weird – he seemed to have heard something strange just not from the house? Then his gaze caught the sprinklers behind the house, noticing that the water was splashing noisily.
Uncle Bao attributed his suspicion to having misheard the splashing and continued to patrol.
Proofread by: Hannah