Soon enough, the kitchen filled with a delicious smell.
Mo Qianren couldn’t help but stare at Mu Rulan. He noticed that her lips were moving as though she was saying something. Only after a while did he realize she was calling his name.
As she repeated his name over and over, her smile grew. She asked, “How did your parents come up with this name?” It was so special.
“They probably wished I would be humble,” Mo Qianren answered lightly.
“Is that so? But it’s a nice name ya. There probably aren’t many people in the country who have the same name as you.”
He wasn’t someone who spoke much. Speaking casually without purpose didn’t suit him; most of the time he was more willing to listen than speak unless he had a goal in mind.
Mu Rulan seemed to understand this. She smiled wordlessly and continued to cook.
When the dishes were arranged on the table, they sat across from each other and ate. Mu Rulan thought of something and lifted her head. “I thought Qianren had mysophobia?”
He looked at her indifferently. He knew she wouldn’t let him quietly finish eating. Psychopaths were usually like that. They looked very normal in the beginning but would do something that made him uncomfortable. That was how the psychopaths at the California prison were.
“What are you trying to say?” Mo Qianren replied.
Mu Rulan smiled gently and looked at her hands. “Yesterday these hands were stained with the blood of two people.”
“And?” Mo Qianren asked. Translated by The Novelst
Mu Rulan seemed to have found someone she could share this story with. Her smile widened. “The feeling of using the utility knife to cut a throat is just like using strength to cut a pig’s ear. When the blood splattered, it felt just like the gas pipe bursting out of a hole. It felt so, so good.”
Just like the psychopaths at the jail, she couldn’t help but want to share her crime with him, once they were caught and jailed. Like children trying to show off their toys.
Mu Rulan thought they had become friends once they exchanged names. And he was the only person who knew the way she was, so she was a little excited.
But it could also because she had a feeling about him. Most psychopaths had a hard time believing in others, despite the way they acted.
The only difference that made him unable to be cruel to her was that Mu Rulan was a psychopath that was kind and intellectual. It was simply that her way of understanding things was twisted, different from other people.
“Why did you kill them?” Mo Qianren was unsurprised by her tone.
“Because they were trying to kill me ya,” she said with a smile.
“This kind of behavior wouldn’t be punished by law, since it’s a justifiable homicide. The law allows people to defend themselves even if they hurt someone in the process when their lives are in danger,” explained Mo Qianren.
She blinked a few times, surprised that Mo Qianren’s attitude was so good today. But she didn’t ask too much and took a few bites of rice instead.
When she listed her head again, she saw Mo Qianren pick out the seasoning. “Qianren, don’t be too picky. Look how pale your face is right now.”
He paused before continuing to pick at his food. “It isn’t because of malnutrition.” It’s because he stayed in places without sunlight for several years. It would be better in a while.
“Even so that won’t do. The things you don’t eat are all good for your health,” Mu Rulan said, staring at the pile of ginger and garlic.
“I take related supplements.” In other words, his body was receiving all the nutrients that were essential for health.
Mo Qianren continued to pick at his food.
Her gaze followed his actions as he picked out food with his chopsticks. She was a little unhappy.
He was really too picky. It was no good, but she didn’t know how to change his mind.
Mu Rulan was someone who believed in action. She stood up and poured all the ginger and garlic that had been picked out into a bowl back onto Mo Qianren’s plate.
Mo Qianren was shocked. He looked in silence at the small things that had ended up back in his bowl again.
“It’s not good to be picky ya. It’s more likeable of you to behave well and eat all of them, Qianren,” explained Mu Rulan gently. But by her expression this was obviously not up for debate. She would pour it all back in if he picked them out again.
Mo Qianren looked quietly at her and slowly lowered his head to look at the pile of things that could really irritate his taste buds.
Just as he troubled himself over whether or not to pinch his nose and swallow it all down, a sound came from the door.
Mu Zhenyang and Bai Suqing appeared at the entrance. Mu Zhenyang seemed very happy, a bright smile on his face. He was even helping Bai Suqing carry her belongings.
“Sister!” The moment Bai Suqing saw Mu Rulan, she shouted in excitement.
She ran to Mu Rulan’s side, her eyes turning red and filled with worry. “Sister, are you alright? I heard from father that something happened to you. I was so worried!”
Mu Rulan smiled gently and rubbed Bai Suqing’s head. “I’m fine ya. But Qing Qing, what did you call my father right now?”
Bai Suqing’s face reddened and she shyly turned her head to Mu Zhenyang, her eyes filled with yearning.
Mu Zhenyang looked at Mu Rulan to explain. “Lan Lan, I’ve decided to adopt Qing Qing as a Mu family daughter. In the future you’ll be her big sister. Take good care of her and don’t be biased to your little brothers and be good to your sister.”
“Earlier today, Qing Qing heard of your matter and was so worried she rushed back from G City.” Mu Zhenyang’s tone was proud and pleased.
He decided in G City that he didn’t want to let Bai Suqing continue to stay with their family without the proper status. He wanted to let her become the second miss of the Mu Family, so she wouldn’t be bullied when she entered the entertainment circle.
The corner of Mu Rulan’s mouth quirked up. Translated by The Novelst
Was that so? She had been worried for her? What a cute little sister ya, had she worried Mu Rulan hadn’t died yet, or wondering if she hadn’t been defeated by Jin Biaohu and Zhou Yaya, and so had come back to fan the fire?
That was too great. She had been waiting for this moment a long time now. Ah… her hands were itching again. She wanted to touch her puppet doll threads, wanted to touch her cute little sister’s skin, and the hot blood inside her veins ya…
Proofread by: Hannah
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