Chapter 36: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (36)
When Li Qiulan returned home, Mo Zeyan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, leisurely drinking tea.
The steam from the cup blurred half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes revealing a bit of nonchalance through the haze.
Hearing the commotion, he looked up, the corner of his lips hooking into a refined and gentle smile.
“Rare to see you go out. Seems you’ve thought things through today.”
Inside and outside his words, hidden threads of curiosity.
Li Qiulan looked at him coldly. “Why are you here?”
Mo Zeyan placed the teacup in his hand on the table, then picked up the gold-rimmed glasses placed aside and put them on. “How do you speak to your Little Uncle? No manners.”
Li Qiulan ignored him, maneuvering the wheelchair toward the elevator, his spine straight and tense.
Mo Zeyan remained sitting in place, but his gaze landed on Li Qiulan’s legs.
“Qiuqiu, after pretending to be crippled for so long, do you really plan not to use these legs anymore?”
Li Qiulan suddenly turned his head to look at Mo Zeyan, his eyes full of chill.
But in the next second, the corner of his lips pulled into a cloyingly sweet smile, the whole person possessing a strange sense of dissonance.
“Little Uncle, if you have nothing to do, why don’t you go run a lap naked to clear your head? Don’t seek presence here with me, okay?”
Mo Zeyan shrugged, his tone casual. “Qiuqiu, you really are getting less and less cute.”
Li Qiulan chuckled lightly, but the laugh was short, sounding more like a cold snort.
Ignoring Mo Zeyan again, he went straight upstairs.
Having gone out, he felt he had picked up too many unfamiliar scents.
Those smells seemed wrapped around his skin, making him somewhat restless. He needed to wash himself clean.
When Li Qiulan came downstairs, Mo Zeyan was still sitting on the sofa, his fingertips idly turning an empty teacup.
Seeing Li Qiulan come down, he raised his eyebrows slightly. “Washed clean?”
Li Qiulan pursed his lips and didn’t make a sound. The wheelchair stopped in place, his body wrapped in a layer of coldness.
Mo Zeyan didn’t get angry either, standing up with a smile. “Let’s go, let’s eat.”
Li Qiulan looked at him with a calm face. “Is your family so poor they can’t afford to eat anymore?”
“How does this child speak? Isn’t Little Uncle missing you? Coming over to see you.”
“Why haven’t you left?” Li Qiulan looked at Mo Zeyan, eyes holding a measure of scrutiny.
Mo Zeyan stepped forward, pushing Li Qiulan’s wheelchair toward the dining room.
“If I said I couldn’t bear to part with you, would you believe it?”
Li Qiulan didn’t speak.
It wasn’t until the two sat at the dining table that Mo Zeyan picked up his chopsticks and asked him, seemingly unintentionally,
“Why were you willing to go out today? Where did you go?”
Shen Tangqing’s face surfaced in Li Qiulan’s mind. At this moment, he suddenly had a trace of desire to share.
Even if the other party was his Little Uncle whom he didn’t like.
“I met a person.”
A trace of surprise surfaced in Mo Zeyan’s eyes. He didn’t expect Li Qiulan to take the initiative to “chat” with him.
“Oh? What person?”
“A very interesting person. I like him very much.”
After Li Qiulan finished speaking, an innocent smile appeared on his face, but his eyes held a thick possessiveness.
Mo Zeyan was stunned for a moment. Looking at the smile on Li Qiulan’s face, his heart sank.
Being liked by his little nephew was not a good thing.
Li Qiulan’s “like” always carried intense aggression.
Like a cat eyeing a bird in a cage.
When interested, it would slowly tease the bird.
When the interest faded, it would bite the bird to death in one go.
Mo Zeyan picked up the soup in front of him and took a slow sip, speaking meaningfully, “If you like him, learn to get along with him slowly.”
Li Qiulan didn’t respond.
Propping his cheek with one hand, he looked at Mo Zeyan opposite him.
“Why aren’t you going back?”
Mo Zeyan pushed up his glasses, speaking with a smile, “I also met an interesting person. Maybe you’ll have a Little Aunt soon.”
Li Qiulan: “…”
Li Qiulan stared at him for two seconds, suddenly revealing a smile laced with malice.
“Don’t know who is so unlucky to be fancied by you.”
“Should be the person fancied by you who is unluckier, right?”
Li Qiulan’s smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
After a moment of silence, Li Qiulan spoke, “See that lion’s head meatball in front of you?”
“What?”
“Use it to plug your mouth, okay?”
Mo Zeyan: “…”
Stinky brat, not obedient at all!
“When I finish dealing with matters here, you come back with me!”
The warmth in Li Qiulan’s eyes completely faded. He looked at Mo Zeyan and spoke word by word, “I said, I won’t go back.”
After speaking, a mocking arc hooked the corner of his lips. “Little Uncle, you always say things I don’t love to hear. Don’t come in the future.”
Mo Zeyan sighed in his heart.
“Fine, fine, fine, I won’t say it, okay? kicking people out as soon as you open your mouth, you really need to fix this dog temper.”
Li Qiulan was a bit annoyed with Mo Zeyan.
He could always tear apart his disguised mask.
Really making him very unhappy!
After the meal, Li Qiulan returned directly to his bedroom.
Downstairs, Mo Zeyan’s gaze fell on his retreating figure, his expression somewhat deep.
The incident back then had too great an impact on Li Qiulan.
The current him had long lost any shred of empathy and had broken free from the constraints of morality.
In Li Qiulan’s world, there were no “rules.”
Only “want” and “get.”
Especially—
When he possessed sufficient background and strength.
Such a person unbound by morality and law was an extremely dangerous existence.
For a long time.
Mo Zeyan withdrew his gaze and drove away from the Li residence.
Li Qiulan sat alone in the darkness. Hearing the sound of the car engine, he slowly walked to the window.
He lifted a slit in the curtain.
Seeing the car disappear into the dark night, a cold arc hooked the corner of his mouth.
That arc held no emotion.
Only indifference and an unconcealable desire and control over a “possession.”
The news that Mo Zeyan was coming to Jing University to lecture was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing an explosion in the Medical Department.
No one dared to believe it—
This surgical genius, who only existed in academic journals and the mouths of mentors, would come to Jing University for a public lecture.
After all, he never made public appearances. Even online, there were only a few lines of professional introduction, and not even a clear photo could be found.
Mystery was the most attractive thing.
It made him, who already stood at the top of the industry, become an “unattainable legend” in the eyes of medical students.
Therefore, upon receiving the school notice, everyone’s first reaction was: Fake news!
Until the official website of the Academic Affairs Office posted a red-headed document, everyone’s pupils shook, turning from shock to anticipation and surprise.
Of course, not only the Medical Department, even students from other departments were very curious about what this “mysterious big shot” of the medical world looked like.
Although Shen Tangqing had met Mo Zeyan, he still couldn’t resist joining the excitement.
After all—
The saying Chinese people love watching a scene didn’t come from nowhere.
Fortunately, Jing University’s auditorium was large enough to accommodate so many people.
However, there were no empty seats; students who arrived too late could only sit in the aisles and on the steps.
Shen Tangqing’s luck was decent; when he arrived, there were still a few seats left in the last row.
He took a look and finally chose a seat with a relatively good view.
Just a few minutes after he sat down,
Xiao Yu walked in carrying a bag. His gaze swept over the empty seats in the back row.
Finally, he sat in a seat separated from Shen Tangqing by only an aisle.
Shen Tangqing glanced at him but didn’t greet him.
He lowered his head and started playing on his phone.
Xiao Yu’s clinging gaze fell on that section of white neck.
His Adam’s apple rolled imperceptibly.
A moment later, he very slowly withdrew his gaze.
Only his peripheral vision swept over Shen Tangqing “thousands of times.”
—
At three o’clock sharp, Mo Zeyan walked into the venue right on time.
The noisy crowd instantly quieted for half a second…
No one expected that this legendary surgical big shot was not only younger than imagined but also born with an extremely impactful good appearance.
The dark gray suit was the simplest style, without superfluous decoration, yet perfectly outlined his upright figure of broad shoulders and narrow waist.
When his light brown eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses swept over the audience, there was no superfluous emotion, only the calmness and scrutiny unique to his professional field.
The deepness of his mixed-race contours was wrapped in this sense of alienation; the whole person was cold and ascetic.
Yet it made people unable to look away after just one glance.
The next second, the crowd erupted in intense screams.
Mo Zeyan’s expression didn’t change. He simply walked to the podium in the center of the stage, gently placed the surgical case materials in his hand on the table, and then raised his hand to make a gesture for quiet.
The crowd quieted down eerily.
Everyone’s line of sight was firmly locked onto Mo Zeyan.
Even Shen Tangqing was no exception.
The Mo Zeyan on stage and the Mo Zeyan he met that night seemed like two different people.
One gentle and refined, one ascetic and high-cold.
Mo Zeyan at this moment, in Shen Tangqing’s eyes, truly had a feeling of…
Radiating boundless light.
Indeed, he had the capital to attract people.
His gaze fell on Mo Zeyan’s rippleless face.
He secretly clicked his tongue in his heart.
Worthy of being one of Xiao Yu’s “harem,” truly each one is superb.
…
Withdrawing his gaze, he turned his head to look at Xiao Yu beside him.
Xiao Yu seemed isolated in another world by an invisible barrier.
He kept his eyes lowered, not even sweeping the corner of his eye toward the podium.
Exuding a gloom incompatible with his surroundings.
Shen Tangqing raised his eyebrows slightly.
Worthy of being the protagonist shou, just different from others.
Just as he turned back, Xiao Yu raised his eyes and looked at him obscurely.
That look was hidden extremely deep, carrying a bit of undetectable burning heat, quietly winding up like a vine.
The hand holding the pen slowly tightened.
Can I get Young Master Shen’s gaze just by being excellent enough?
He looked at Mo Zeyan on stage, his eyes full of determination.
One day, he would be as outstanding as him.
At that time, would Young Master Shen also look at him a few more times like he looked at him?
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