Chapter 34: Car Accident: It Seems I Came at a Bad Time
Lin Mo was in a car accident, and it was quite serious.
The driver had specifically aimed at him.
When Tang Xingye heard this news, his eyelid twitched. Hearing others discuss it, his typing paused for a second before he continued working as if nothing happened.
Lu Zhi felt a bit ashamed for being so happy, but he secretly hoped Lin Mo would be hospitalized for a long time, preferably not appearing in front of Tang Xingye for a while.
Even if Tang Xingye hated Lin Mo, Lu Zhi didn’t want anyone distracting Tang Xingye’s attention.
Because of this hidden, malicious thought, when the elders in his family asked him to visit Lin Mo, Lu Zhi agreed.
Tang Xingye’s movements didn’t stop, but his thoughts were wandering.
Is it a coincidence or an accident?
He wrote in his notebook hoping Lin Mo would be unlucky recently, and then Lin Mo got into a car accident.
He didn’t know his notebook was a fairy godmother that could grant wishes. If he wrote that he became rich, would a windfall drop from the sky?
However, a pervert from an anonymous message seemed to sense his thoughts and sent a photo.
As if to avoid his discomfort, the photo had heavily mosaicked the bloody scene, but one could still tell it was Lin Mo lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by police cars and yellow tape.
Tang Xingye immediately exited the photo, alertly checking the people around him. Finding no one had noticed the car accident photo on his phone, his thoughts slowed slightly.
However, the phone kept vibrating, like chattering sparrows eager to show off the new twigs they found for their nest.
[Baby, I taught him a lesson for you. Are you happy?]
[Baby, you hate your roommates so much. I helped you teach Zhou Lin and Lin Mo a lesson. Aren’t you happy? Is it that I haven’t done enough?]
[Baby, why are you ignoring me? Why ignoring me? Why ignoring me?]
[Who else do you want revenge on?]
[Do you actually care about your roommates?]
No matter how many times he blocked, this person would send messages and new photos.
Tang Xingye stood up, walked to an uninhabited corner, stared at the messages, took a deep breath, and typed his reply: [You are by my side, right?]
The other party’s messages paused for a moment, as if not expecting him to respond, then returned to the familiar sticky tone: [Yes, Baby, I have always been here.]
Tang Xingye lowered his long eyelashes, using voice-to-text: [Who are you? Aren’t you afraid of their retaliation?]
Scammer: [What’s wrong? Baby, are you caring about me? I’m so happy.]
Scammer: [Baby, you don’t know, I want to capture you every day, lock you on the bed. I want to put chains on your ankles so you can never see anyone else.]
Scammer: [Baby is so greedy, likes eating cream. I’ll give all the cream to you.]
Scammer: [Eating too fast, getting it all over the floor… Baby, I want you. Do you like that Lu Zhi? Or someone else? No, no, no. You can’t care about others, can’t pay attention to them. You are mine. You can’t be stained with others’ fluids.]
Looking at this filth, Tang Xingye was silent for a few seconds: [Are you forcing me to hate you?]
Perhaps having seen too many disgusting, messy text messages, Tang Xingye went from initial nausea to feeling somewhat indifferent now.
Scammer: [Baby, is your kind sympathy acting up again? Or do you plan to pretend compliance to collect evidence and call the police again? Ah, last time I was almost caught and wouldn’t be able to see beautiful Baby anymore.]
The Alpha behind the phone anticipated Tang Xingye’s counterattack, anticipating that cold face dyed with angry red, eyes full of wrath, looking radiant.
He continued describing how he would thrust into Tang Xingye in front of everyone, making him scream endlessly, letting everyone watch. He sent messages frantically, but stopped in the next moment.
Tang Xingye: [I want to see you.]
Tang Xingye wasn’t someone who got disgusted without knowing how to retaliate. He just had no moves left; indulge him first. When the other party got bored, maybe he would stop pestering.
However, the other party replied no more, and Tang Xingye didn’t wish for more messages.
Tang Xingye didn’t know how he would react upon meeting that person. Maybe curse first, then beat him up?
A pinhole camera in the corner was blinking red.
Lin Mo could see Tang Xingye’s expression very clearly: eyes lowered, lips pursed, pale pink lip flesh coated with a layer of glistening water sheen.
Not long ago, the Beta had used these beautiful lips to say: “Disgusting. Can you get hit by a car when you go out?”
Lin Mo’s usually emotionless eyes revealed obsession, his tone holding indescribable excitement: “Baby.”
Time to take medicine.
His reason told him his body was still burning, blood vessels screaming with craving.
Lin Mo had suppressed his skin hunger for a long time, refusing contact with people. Combined with drug abuse, the desire suppressed to the extreme was like a rebounding spring, returning with double force.
He uncontrollably recalled every detail of Tang Xingye saying “I want to see you.” Closing his eyes, the image in his mind became clearer.
Panting weakly, he finally gave up. Beside his hand was a shirt; the scent from Tang Xingye accidentally stained on it had long faded.
Because Lin Mo couldn’t participate in the competition due to the car accident, the quota fell to Tang Xingye. Hearing this news, he was momentarily stunned.
He didn’t taste the joy of having a wish fulfilled; instead, a subtle sense of guilt followed like a shadow. He wasn’t the initiator, but Lin Mo’s injury happened because of him.
Tang Xingye received a call from his mentor. “Xingye, Lin Mo was in a car accident and is now in the VIP ward of the Central Hospital. You are roommates; go visit him.”
Tang Xingye agreed. He called Lin Mo. The first time, no one answered. The second time, still no answer. He felt a bit anxious—did something really serious happen?
Fortunately, the third time it connected with a beep.
“Tang Xingye?” The other’s voice was very hoarse, sounding like he just woke up and hadn’t had water yet.
Tang Xingye felt even more guilty.
“What do you need? The sample data has been given to you. Are there other problems?”
“Who asked you about that?!” Tang Xingye frowned slightly, his voice rising.
Then remembering the other was a patient, he softened his voice, asking carefully: “I heard about you from the mentor. I’m coming to see you. How are you feeling now?”
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. Lin Mo’s voice was low and raspy, carrying a trace of fatigue: “Nothing major, just have to lie down for a while.”
Tang Xingye’s heart settled slightly. After hesitating, he said: “Then… I’ll come over now?”
“Mn,” Lin Mo’s tone revealed no emotion. “The ward is on the top floor. Security is tight; call me when you arrive.”
Lin Mo sent him a location. He opened the map to check—it was in the city center. He bought fruit on the way.
The elevator ascended silently, numbers jumping constantly, finally stopping at the top floor. As soon as the doors opened, the smell of cold disinfectant mixed with a faint scent wafted out. The corridor was luxuriously wide, the floor polished to a shine. The distance between ward doors on both sides was wide enough to fit another ordinary ward.
Perhaps Lin Mo had given instructions; a man in a suit saw him approaching, looked polite, smiled, and led him through the corridor.
The ward door was gently pushed open. The spacious room made Tang Xingye pause.
Rather than a ward, this was more like a high-end hotel suite. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the cityscape was visible at a glance. Sunlight spilled in through sheer curtains. Fridge, TV—everything was fully equipped. Even the disinfectant smell was purified into fresh air.
The only thing that didn’t quite match this luxurious ward was the pot of violets on the table.
Tang Xingye had seen a lot and was no longer in the mindset of “Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden.” But seeing this luxurious ward and thinking of the ordinary wards he went to when sick, crowded like sardine cans, his hatred of the rich flared up faintly again. Damn rich people, treating hospitalization like a vacation.
Lin Mo lay on the hospital bed, face pale. His shoulder was wrapped in gauze, right hand in a cast. eyes slightly closed. Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes.
It was the first time Tang Xingye saw such a Lin Mo. The Alpha, who usually looked indifferent and forever like an efficient machine without any weakness, now appeared fragile and pitiful due to severe injury.
Forget it, why bicker with a patient? No matter how rich, he’s flesh and blood. Getting hit by a car still means suffering.
Tang Xingye’s subtle resentment dissipated. He placed the fruit bought on the way on the bedside table—a bag of apples and bananas.
“Did I wake you?” he asked. “Sleep a bit longer.”
“No, I wasn’t asleep.” Lin Mo looked up at him, eyes still cold and dark.
This familiar dialogue stunned Tang Xingye for a moment. Previously in the lab, when he was resting his eyes while waiting for samples overnight, Lin Mo had asked him the same thing. Now it was reversed; he was asking Lin Mo.
The tables turn. Tang Xingye poured him a glass of water.
Lin Mo whispered thanks, laboriously lifting the cup to drink a few mouthfuls.
Lin Mo’s attitude remained cold. Tang Xingye didn’t know what to chat about either. Aside from projects and experiments that brought them slightly closer, they didn’t count as friends.
He couldn’t exactly say, “Don’t worry, leave the competition to me.” Tang Xingye thought if he were Lin Mo and heard that, he would definitely hate the other person even more.
A nurse came in to check Lin Mo’s temperature. Lin Mo flinched instinctively, seeming to pull at his wound, hissed, and frowned slightly.
Tang Xingye knew Lin Mo was a germaphobe and disliked others touching him. When discussing projects, they were very careful about distance.
But this is a nurse, a healer treating the sick. He still has this bad habit?
Spoiled by wealth, so many issues. Tang Xingye took the thermometer. “I’ll do it.”
The nurse paused, then revealed a knowing smile and yielded her spot to him.
This time Lin Mo didn’t resist.
“Open your mouth.”
Lin Mo looked up at him, eyes obscure. His Adam’s apple moved, yet he obediently parted his lips slightly. His lip color was somewhat pale due to blood loss, the line of his lips tight, as if enduring something extreme.
Tang Xingye held the thermometer, the metal tip glinting coldly under the light.
He reached out, fingertips pressing lightly on Lin Mo’s lower lip to push it down. The touch was warm and soft. Lin Mo’s breath hitched noticeably, eyelashes trembling, yet he still stared at him, his gaze hot enough to almost burn through his skin.
“Don’t bite.” Tang Xingye reminded in a low voice, sliding the thermometer between his teeth.
Lin Mo’s lips unconsciously brushed over his knuckles. Warm breath fluttered over his fingertips, moist and ambiguous. Tang Xingye’s fingertips paused slightly, then he withdrew his hand calmly.
Tang Xingye counted the seconds, sitting on the chair in the corner. Lin Mo’s gaze remained on him, making him feel tingly inside, muttering internally.
Just accidentally touched his lip; why does he act like he was taken advantage of? Big deal, I’ll let Lin Mo touch back.
The thermometer beeped softly. Tang Xingye reached out to take it, fingertips inevitably touching Lin Mo’s lip. This time he withdrew immediately.
“36.7 degrees, normal.” The nurse looked at the data, recording it unsuspectingly. She put the thermometer back on the tray, metal clinking crisply. “Mr. Lin can eat now. Diet should be bland, preferably just plain congee. Other stimulating foods must be strictly controlled.” With that, she turned and left.
Tang Xingye listened seriously and prepared to get up.
“Are you leaving?” Lin Mo spoke suddenly.
Tang Xingye paused, finding it strange. He suddenly felt like teasing, “Do you really hope I stay?”
Thinking about it, sick people are psychologically fragile; they probably hope someone keeps them company.
Lin Mo’s tone was very stiff: “No.” He answered quickly, seemingly wishing Tang Xingye would leave immediately.
Tang Xingye: “……”
Once Tang Xingye left, the room became exceptionally quiet again, leaving only a faint cold fragrance.
Lin Mo finally released his left hand that had been pinching his palm tightly. Tang Xingye wouldn’t know how much effort it took for him to restrain himself from grabbing that slender wrist and licking those soft fingers.
Lin Mo was a bit disappointed, but not surprised that Tang Xingye would leave. He knew Tang Xingye came to see him and showed a slightly intimate attitude only out of guilt.
He wouldn’t be one of Tang Xingye’s choices.
The competition quota wasn’t important to Lin Mo at all. If this was what Tang Xingye wanted, then it couldn’t be better.
The silence of the ward was like a heavy cocoon wrapping him inside—no interruptions, no one approaching. Lin Mo lay on the bed and closed his eyes. The world plunged into darkness again; boredom and dullness were his daily life.
In his dream, it was still the perfectionist teachings. Lin Mo was woken by the dull pain of his wound.
Opening his eyes, he saw the ceiling reaching to the top—pale, flat, devoid of warmth, looking down on him coldly.
“Awake?”
Eyes turning slightly, he saw Tang Xingye.
The person was sitting on the chair by the bed, slender fingers holding a porcelain spoon. Steam curled up, blurring his profile.
Tang Xingye noticed his movement and looked up. His glass-colored pupils reflected the light, cold and beautiful. His tone was flat: “Just in time, the congee is still warm.”
He turned off the quiz page on his phone and pushed the congee over.
“You didn’t leave?” Lin Mo said.
“Hm?” Tang Xingye handed him the spoon. “The nurse said you haven’t eaten since yesterday. Can’t just watch someone starve.”
Of course, Tang Xingye stayed mostly for that faint guilt, to put his own mind at ease. He wouldn’t let himself leave like that, only to go back and agonize with wild thoughts.
If Lin Mo is picky and dislikes plain congee…
Tang Xingye would eat it himself, then note this grudge in the diary, cursing Lin Mo to have only plain congee with pickles every day.
Lin Mo: “You cooked it?”
Tang Xingye glanced at him strangely, shaking the plastic bag with the hospital logo. “What nonsense are you talking about? Bought it at the cafeteria.”
Lin Mo: “Oh.”
He obediently took the spoon. Lin Mo’s left hand wasn’t broken; he could eat by himself. Tang Xingye had no hobby of feeding people.
But seeing the Alpha, who was usually precise with lab instruments, having difficulty eating and hitting his teeth for the third time, Tang Xingye rubbed his temples and snatched the bowl.
Lin Mo lowered his eyes. This time he didn’t resist, only clenching his palm.
He asked suddenly, voice slightly muffled by the congee: “If others got sick, would you do this too?”
“Others? Who do you mean?” Tang Xingye thought for a while before digging the person out from a corner of his memory. “Zhou Lin?”
Tang Xingye thought about it. If Zhou Lin wanted him to feed him, he feared he wouldn’t resist slamming the bowl onto Zhou Lin’s head.
Lin Mo lowered his eyes, the corner of his mouth curving up imperceptibly. “Nothing.”
The ward was quiet for a while, save for the crisp sound of the spoon occasionally hitting the bowl.
Knock, knock.
A heavy knock came from the door, instantly breaking the subtle atmosphere.
Tang Xingye’s hand holding the spoon paused in mid-air. Just as he was about to continue feeding, he turned back to meet a young and gloomy face.
Deep eyes condensed surging emotions, gaze shifting from his hand to Lin Mo on the bed.
“Lu Zhi?” Tang Xingye glanced at Lu Zhi standing at the door, holding an exquisite fruit gift box, looking like he also came to visit Lin Mo.
Lin Mo on the bed suddenly coughed low. Tang Xingye turned to look at him. “Choked?”
Lu Zhi’s knuckles turned white from force. He pulled the corner of his mouth, seeming to smile. “It seems I came at a bad time?”
These words were full of sourness, giving Tang Xingye the absurd feeling of being caught in bed.
Suddenly feel like Lin Mo is quite a “Green Tea” (manipulative/feigning innocence).
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Lin Mo, c’mon man… I was just feeling sympathy when the dude starts being freaky and texting all psycho right in front of my salad, smh
I almost wonder if he has like a split personality. it’s hard to keep up with the face change
Uhm, he kinda lacks sommething in his head, maybe a screw or something hahaha… 😅 He’s so crazy for our mc that his mental faculties goes out the window. 😂