“Oh…” Schmidt groaned sadly as he remembered everything. “We didn’t expect him to… lie to us.”
“Congratulations, you guys made a deal with those psychos knowing that they’re the world’s top liars, yet here you are, still alive.”
“Amon, you’ve got to help us.”
“I cannot help you, Schmidt. I did not come back this time just to help you guys wipe your ass,” he said coldly. If it weren’t for what these idiots had done, he wouldn’t have had to rush onto a flight in such a hurry that he could only send a single text bidding Mu Rulan farewell.
Schmidt wanted to say something but Mo Qianren’s attention had already shifted completely to his phone, which was vibrating in his hand.
“Have you arrived yet?” Mu Rulan’s voice came from the phone.
Mo Qianren leaned back, his cold visage softening, “Mn.”
“Speaking of, where’s the mental hospital you work at? What’s it called?” Mu Rulan remembered once she had received that text from him today that she had never asked him which hospital he had worked at.
Mo Qianren went silent, hearing in her tone that she was very interested. It looked like she might visit his hospital for a vacation of sorts.
This was definitely not something worth looking forward to, even if Cohen Mental Hospital was his territory.
“You want to come over?” Mo Qianren glanced at Schmidt, who was staring at him strangely through the rearview mirror.
Schmidt was the bridge between the FBI and Mo Qianren, so he had learnt some Chinese. He could understand the simple words that Mo Qianren was saying. Though he couldn’t completely understand, he got the gist, which was enough to shock him.
God, had his dear Amon fallen in love with someone on his trip back home?
Hearing Mo Qianren’s question, Mu Rulan’s eyes turned into crescents. “Mn.” Since it was that same mental hospital, then of course she would choose one that was most comfortable for her. Places with Mo Qianren were better than others without ya.
Her answer sounded so natural. Translated by The Novelst
Mo Qianren rubbed his brow. “Let’s talk about this next time, okay? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” He looked at his watch. It was ten over there. Wasn’t she supposed to take her finals tomorrow?
“I still have three years of tests to go through.”
Before them there was a fork in the road. One lead to Mo Qianren’s mental hospital, while the other was to the FBI department. Schmidt took a glance at Mo Qianren in the rearview mirror, thinking to sneakily drive to the department.
Since he couldn’t persuade Mo Qianren, he could let someone else take a try.
“Turn right,” Mo Qianren ordered without raising his eyes.
Schmidt felt immediately discouraged, helplessly turning the steering wheel towards the hospital. It looked like the boss would have to find Mo Qianren himself.
“Are you busy?” Mu Rulan asked. He had left in a rush, so it was probably something urgent.
“I have some matters to handle here. You should sleep early, especially since you have an exam tomorrow.”
“Mn, I know,” Mu Rulan hung up the phone, a gentle smile on her face.
Mo Qianren tucked his phone away and Schmidt was already talking, “Hey, Amon, is that your girlfriend? Is she still in school?”
No matter how he tried to think of it, Schmidt was astonished. Mo Qianren had a girl he liked? Was he dreaming, this kind of insensitive guy could even fall in love? And he thought he would be watching over those bunch of psychos his entire life.
Mo Qianren didn’t bother to respond, turning his head to look outside the window. He had lived in America for a few years and hadn’t wanted to leave at all, but now he had begun to miss the land he had left not too long ago. Was it because of… a person?
Schmidt shrugged, seeing Mo Qianren not wanting to respond to him. He was already used to this personality.
Three to four hours passed before they entered a mountainous area, both sides of the road walled in by tall trees. An enormous iron gate appeared before them, military officers guarding the gate.
They opened the car doors to check the interior. They were allowed in only after Schmidt’s credentials were checked.
“It’s still so strict, huh,” Schmidt mumbled to himself.
Mo Qianren didn’t say anything. This place was like his home, so he didn’t have any other thoughts.
The gate opened slowly and the car rolled in.
“Oh, I’m already feeling chilly,” Schmidt was trembling before the car even neared the white building.
“You can get lost now,” Mo Qianren said as the car stopped.
“Don’t be so cold, Amon, let’s have a good talk,” Schmidt said, following him out of the car.
“Hey, Mr. Dean!” A man in a black uniform shouted happily as he ran over. “You’re back!”
“Where’s George?” Mo Qianren walked in front of them.
“Mr. George is waiting for you in your office,” he answered.
That was Mo Qianren’s secretary. He also doubled as the vice of Cohen Mental Hospital. When Mo Qianren was away, every matter was handed to George for decision-making.
Mo Qianren wordlessly walked towards the office. Translated by The Novelst
Making the turn into the office, he entered to see a tall, skinny man sitting upright on the sofa.
When the man heard a noise, he turned his head towards the source. When he saw Mo Qianren, a hint of guilt flashed through his grey eyes before he pursed his lips and calmed down.
Mo Qianren didn’t say anything before he made his way to his desk.
“George, I believe that I’ve told you before to decline all researchers that came to the hospital while I was away. Has your brain been eaten by worms?”
“It was an accident. We don’t know why the glass in front of Ivey was cut open. We also gave a serious warning to the researchers before they entered. They begged us so sincerely with their final thesis. I couldn’t turn them away,” George explained.
“Then what about the idea to let Ivey operate on the congressman’s daughter?” Mo Qianren raised an eyebrow.
Proofread by: Hannah