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"Ah Yun, stop looking, let's go. Sito Hai is dead, and everything that has happened cannot be reversed. Your sister can finally rest in peace." Above his forehead, a torrential rain began to pour, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Mo Ming stood in the rain, yet the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. He opened his arms, feeling the rain wash over him, and calmly said, "Let it pour, let this storm wash away the past grievances. Let's start anew!"
"Sister, you saw it, right? He is finally dead. You can live peacefully in heaven now, without carrying hatred anymore."
He Yunsong felt relieved; when the Grim Reaper's scythe claimed Sito Hai's life, everything came to an end. He no longer felt guilty and was free from nightmares.
For years, in the dead of night, he would dream of He Yunxin's tragic fall. Those voices always echoed around him.
"Brother, avenge me!"
"Why haven't you avenged me yet..."
"I've waited so long; why haven't you taken any action... Do you know that after my sister died, I couldn't find peace either? Will you help me avenge her or not..."
With Sito Hai's death, the nightmares that had troubled him vanished completely. Tonight, he wouldn't be awakened by nightmares; he could sleep soundly. Everything could start anew!
Mo Ming wrapped his arm around He Yunsong's shoulder as they descended to the first floor and exited the chemical factory. His expression was relaxed; with Sito Hai gone, things could finally settle down. As for whether Zhuge Sheng would seek revenge for Sito Hai, that was something to worry about later. For now, it was time to go home and rest well.
No one understood why a night that had once been filled with stars suddenly turned into a storm. Let it rain; let it wash away the old debts. Everything could start anew. No one would know that Sito Hai was already dead.
He Yunsong did not go home but instead sought out Oumengqi. That kid Shang Xige had taken the money Mo Ming gave him to book a room. As for whether he found anything else, that remained unknown. In any case, after finishing his business, Mo Ming returned to the hospital to take care of Murong Lian.
Mo Ming noticed that during his brief absence, Murong Lian's lips had become terribly chapped. All night long, he struggled to keep his eyes closed and felt like a slave as he continuously applied moisture to Murong Lian's lips.
As morning arrived, Mo Ming had been busy all night, unable to close his eyes even for a moment. Drowsiness suddenly overwhelmed his brain, and he could no longer hold on. Just as he dozed off for a bit, his phone rang.
Mo Ming tightly closed his eyes and took out his phone from his pocket, randomly swiping the screen until he finally answered the call.
He couldn't muster any strength to speak, so he just held the phone to his ear and waited for the other person to talk; he simply didn't have the energy to say anything.
"Brother Mo, where have you and Sister Lian gone? They've changed the patients in that ward. Why didn't you tell me when you switched hospitals? It's really infuriating; I made a trip for nothing."
"I didn't... switch... hospitals, I'm at..."
"Where are you? Brother Mo, just say something! Why does it take you so long to say a word? Are you stuttering?"
"Hey, Brother Mo, are you still listening?"
...
Time passed without him realizing how long it had been before Mo Ming suddenly woke up. He found himself lying on a hospital bed, with the setting sun casting a layer of fiery red light over him.
"I fell asleep?"
Mo Ming truly had no idea how he had fallen asleep. Also, who had lifted him onto the bed? The only thing he could remember was sitting next to Murong Lian while answering Lin Yuan'er's call.
Murong Lian!
Thinking of Murong Lian, Mo Ming quickly got out of bed to apply some moisture to her lips, only to find that someone had already done it not long ago. Just as she was wondering who had done it, Lin Yuan'er walked in, holding a water bottle. When she saw Mo Ming awake, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She set down the water bottle and said, “Brother Mo, you’re awake! Did you sleep well? If you’re still tired, you can go back to sleep.”
Mo Ming scratched her head and replied, “Uh, when did you arrive?”
“Speaking of which, I received a call from someone and didn’t say anything, making them wait for a long time. In the end, it was the doctor who told me that you had changed rooms; otherwise, I wouldn’t have known where to find you,” Lin Yuan'er pouted playfully. She pressed her lips together, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Mo Ming, saying, “Quickly drink some tea; look at your lips, they’re cracked.”
“Yuan, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be silent,” Mo Ming said awkwardly as she took the cup.
Lin Yuan'er gently shook her head and reached out to stroke Mo Ming’s face. Her autumn eyes were filled with tenderness as she smiled and said, “It’s okay; I don’t blame you. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Look at you; you’re almost turning into a national treasure. Seeing you so haggard makes me feel heartbroken for you, Brother Mo…”
“It’s good that you don’t blame me.”
Mo Ming smiled slightly, her gaze fixed on those gentle autumn eyes, filling her heart with a wonderful feeling. It had been a long time since she felt such care; ever since losing Qingmeng, this feeling had vanished for a long time. Now, Mo Ming found it again in Lin Yuan'er.
Being stared at like this by Mo Ming, Lin Yuan'er’s cheeks turned rosy. Her eyes sparkled like they were about to overflow with tears, and her heart raced uncontrollably, making it hard for her to settle down.
“Brother Mo, why are you looking at me like that? It’s annoying! Staring at me without blinking makes me feel really embarrassed…”
Feeling a bit shy, Lin Yuan'er turned her head away. Just then, a rough hand forcefully turned her head back. Before she could react, a pale and dry pair of lips pressed against hers.
Lin Yuan'er felt a jolt throughout her body, her eyes wide open. In an instant, however, she closed her eyes and kissed Mo Ming. It was rare for Mo Ming to be so proactive, and Lin Yuan'er was already overjoyed inside.
They kissed for a long time, only parting when they were almost out of breath. Mo Ming gently tucked a strand of Lin Yuan'er's hair behind her ear, a slight smile creeping onto his lips as he softly kissed her forehead again.
"Damn it, Dead Mo Ming, you really are cheating on me behind my back!"
A voice filled with anger and accusation rang out in the room. Mo Ming quickly turned his head and saw Night Peak along with a visibly upset Jun Qianqian.
The voice just now was naturally Jun Qianqian's.
"Uh, what are you two doing here?" Mo Ming said awkwardly to Night Peak and Jun Qianqian.
Jun Qianqian strode into the room, positioning herself between Mo Ming and Lin Yuan'er, separating the two. Facing Mo Ming, she huffed angrily, "Hmph, what? Did we come at a bad time? Sorry to interrupt your good time. Just a few days ago, you told me you had nothing to do with her. Why are you both in bed together now?"
"Well... there really wasn't anything going on before, but after all, we are legally married. I can't just make her wait for me forever, can I?"
Mo Ming wanted to clarify that what he was doing with Lin Yuan'er was perfectly reasonable. Besides, they hadn't done anything beyond simply sharing a bed for one night.
After explaining himself, Mo Ming found it strange that he felt the need to justify this to Jun Qianqian.
"So what if you're legally married? Just go to the civil affairs bureau and get a divorce certificate if you want! I don't mind that you've been married before; just make sure you cut off all ties with her!" Jun Qianqian said angrily as she pinched Mo Ming hard.
"Hey, who do you think you are?" Lin Yuan'er felt a pang of sympathy for Mo Ming when she saw him being pinched by another woman. She wouldn't even allow that kind of treatment herself; why should anyone else? Feeling a bit fiery inside, she patted Jun Qianqian's shoulder and said, "So it was you who called that night? Brother Mo and I are married now; even if there's cheating involved, it's my place to say something! I don't care what kind of ambiguous relationship you had with Brother Mo before, but just know that I am the legitimate wife here. You're at most a mistress—what are you shouting about?"
Jun Qianqian quickly regained her composure and sneered, "What a joke! I've heard that someone got married but acts as if they aren't, just having the title without the reality. I don't care how you seduced Mo Ming the day before yesterday; I bet nothing actually happened. Even if you get divorced now, you won't be at a loss!"
"You really are unreasonable!"
"I'm just stating facts!"
Lin Yuan'er was so angry her face turned green, but she had no retort. She could come up with creative insults on the spot, but when it came to arguing, she immediately fell silent.
Throughout her life, Lin Yuan'er had rarely argued with anyone. Although Jun Qianqian also came from a wealthy background, she was a streetwise young lady who followed Huang Siye, a carefree figure in the underworld. She was skilled at arguing and even better at fighting.
"How does it feel to know you're in the wrong? Can't say anything now, can you?" Jun Qianqian tilted her head with some pride, looking as if she had accomplished something remarkable.
"You..." Lin Yuan'er was about to explode with anger, pointing at Jun Qianqian but unable to come up with a comeback. Mo Ming, fearing a repeat of previous events, immediately stepped between the two and said, "Alright, stop arguing. Can you both show some respect for the patient?"
"Hmph!" Both women huffed in unison, crossing their arms and turning their faces away.
Seeing this, Mo Ming could only smile wryly.
Night Peak, who had been watching for a while, knew it was time to speak up. He chuckled and said, "Mo Ming, your business last night caused quite a stir in the city. The esteemed Sito Hai of the Little Green Society is dead! Haha, it seems Seventh Master really values you; you must have some skills."
"Oh? Sito Hai is dead?" Mo Ming feigned ignorance and said, "Who killed him? I really want to thank them in person for doing me such a huge favor."
"Enough of your act! What are you pretending for in front of me?" Night Peak punched Mo Ming's shoulder playfully and said with a laugh, "Zhuge Sheng contacted Seventh Master today; he wants to talk to you."
“Zhuge Sheng, that old fox, what does he want? Is he seeking revenge for Sito Hai and trying to get rid of me?” Mo Ming stopped pretending and remained calm. He wanted to light a cigarette but realized he was in a hospital room, so he refrained.
“Don’t worry, Zhuge Sheng didn’t specify his intentions, but Seventh Master will accompany you when the time comes. He can’t do anything to you,” Night Peak said with a smile.
“I’m not worried,” Mo Ming shrugged nonchalantly. “Just call me when the time comes; I want to see what tricks that old fox has up his sleeve.”
“Alright, I’ve conveyed Seventh Master’s message. I won’t stay longer; I’ll head back now.” Night Peak then looked at Jun Qianqian and asked, “Qianqian, do you want to come back with me?”
“No, I need to keep an eye on her to prevent Mo Ming from being seduced again,” Jun Qianqian replied immediately. She then glanced at Lin Yuan'er and pouted, showing off towards Lin Yuan'er, the main partner.
Lin Yuan'er retorted angrily, “You’re the one seducing Brother Mo, shameless mistress!”
“You're the mistress! Mistress!!”
……
Night Peak sympathetically glanced at Mo Ming before retreating. Mo Ming helplessly covered his head and shook it; it seemed his ears would have a hard time finding peace tonight.
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