The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 205 - 169

Hatred pointed at Zhou Yuwei and said, "It was Weiwei who told me that Lan Tian came to destroy her relationship with Camp Commander Mo, calling her a shameless fox spirit. All the nurses in our duty room heard it, and you can ask them if you don’t believe me. I had no idea Lan Tian was Camp Commander Mo’s wife, I was wrong; please, please don’t report me."

Cai Mingming begged tearfully, she really needed this job as her family was depending on her salary to make a living.

Zhou Yuwei was dumbfounded and looked at Cai Mingming in horror; this foolish woman actually betrayed her. Feeling everyone’s eyes on her, she shook her head and denied, "It wasn’t me, really, it wasn’t me."

After confessing everything, Cai Mingming broke through the crowd and ran away; the shock she received today was too much, she needed to be alone and ponder. How well she had gotten along with Zhou Yuwei before, now she had to hate her as much, from now on they would become enemies.

The disbelieving glances from the others made Zhou Yuwei feel utterly ashamed. She looked back at Mo Junhua with eyes full of dismal and distress, "Do you not believe me either?"

Her stance only further confirmed there must be something unsavory between the two.

Chunhua couldn’t contain her anger, having never seen such a shameless woman before; a flicker of coldness crossed Mo Junhua’s eyes. All his previous words spoken in vain, this woman never forgot a chance to smear his name.

Lin Guofu looked at Zhou Yuwei with a meaningful glance, while Yanhua’s gaze was dark and unreadable. Lan Tian turned away and buried her head in Mo Junhua’s chest, her shoulders trembling slightly, which to the unaware might seem like she was deeply hurt and upset.

Mo Junhua’s eyes twitched, that damn girl could still laugh.

The doubtful gazes around her made Zhou Yuwei feel heartbroken, and with a deep look at Mo Junhua, she covered her face and left.

"Lan Tian, there’s nothing for me here, I’m going back first, let the family know, so they don’t worry," said Lin Guofu, who hadn’t expected to watch such a drama unfold when he came.

"Take care on your way," Lan Tian sat back down, with a smile in her eyes and brows, straightened her face, and returned to her usual cold demeanor.

With Lin Guofu gone, only family remained in the ward; Lan Tian glanced at Chunhua, then her gaze fell on Yanhua.

"Lan Tian, long time no see," said Yanhua casually.

Lan Tian ’hm’ in response, quietly looking at her.

"I heard Uncle bought a place in Shanghai and settled down there, so I came to visit. You know, since my divorce, the gossip in the village was too unpleasant to bear. My grandpa won’t even look at me, wanted to marry me off to some loser. My mom had no other choice, that’s why she let me leave to see if I could find work here in Shanghai, to start over."

Chunhua snorted and remained silent; they’re not fools. It was obvious she saw that she had gotten a nursing job in Shanghai, tagged along shamelessly, hoping Master would arrange a job for her too, their motives transparent to all.

Mo Junhua played with Lan Tian’s palm, leaning against the head of the bed pretending to nap.

"Don’t worry, I’m renting a place outside, I won’t cause you any trouble," Yanhua said, knowing her own place.

Lan Tian disapproved of her, and she was clear about it. This time, she had not planned on staying at Lan Tian’s house. Zhao Li looked down on her, her demeanor towards her contemptuous, and she didn’t want to face it either.

As both were disciples of Mo Yuanle, she didn’t ask for much; just a job like the one Chunhua had, arranged by Mo Yuanle, would be enough.

"You haven’t seen each other for a long time, have a chat. I’m heading back to Shanghai first." In the village, she spent five yuan to get Mo Yuanle’s address from Chunlai’s wife and took care of this matter while Lan Tian was away.

"Pah, shameless," Chunhua scorned as she watched Yanhua leave, "Lan Tian, let me tell you, it’s not at all like she said. My mom told me that she got involved with a man who runs a grocery store in the county town, lied about getting married to him, and that man gave her hundreds of dollars. Yanhua is an ingrate; she took the man’s betrothal money and ran away. When she saw me at the bus station, she shamelessly followed me."

Mo Junhua furrowed his brows tightly and reprimanded Chunhua, "Young ladies should not start talking with curse words."

Chunhua immediately shrank back, lowering her head and saying nothing, her hand fidgeting with the bedsheet.

Lan Tian immediately turned his head and glared at him; no one would take him for a mute if he didn’t speak. He took a freshly washed peach out of his bag and passed it to Chunhua, "Eat a peach first to fill your stomach. There’s hot water in the house, go take a bath and get some sleep. Look, you’ve even got bags under your eyes."

Chunhua was like a pardoned prisoner, taking the peach and darting into the shower room with her bundle. Lan Tian couldn’t help but want to laugh; after all these years, Chunhua was still so afraid of Mo Junhua. He turned and warned, "Be gentler when you talk to Chunhua in the future."

Mo Junhua was speechless... So he was wrong to discipline her too?

"Fine, I’ll listen to you," Mo Junhua complied tactfully, "Girl, I’ve been gone for so long, didn’t you miss me?"

Lan Tian shook her head, "No way." She had too many things to do, and no time to miss him.

"Heartless creature," Mo Junhua teased Lan Tian’s nose and gently massaged her hand, "I missed you every day, feeling so much pain that my heart ached. I was nearly overrun several times, and almost didn’t make it. But knowing you were waiting for me at home, I told myself, I can’t die yet, at least not now. I got a wife but haven’t even spent our wedding night together; dying like this would be too bad a deal, so I pulled through again."

Lan Tian’s eyes twitched. What should she do? She really wanted to slap him right now; she couldn’t stand listening to him attribute his survival to her.

Thinking about the wedding night, dreaming of beauty. If the two of them were tied together for life, his fate would be like that of a monk - just hold it in, and it would be best if he held it in until he died.

This person was utterly shameless. Lan Tian didn’t want to deal with him, pulled away from his hand, and got up to sit in the chair under the window.

"Strange to say, when I was unconscious, I felt as if someone was stabbing my finger with a needle, that pain... I wanted to chop off my finger, it hurt so badly. My chest was also suffocatingly painful, as if a mountain was pressing down on me and I was going to be crushed. Girl, come here and check if there’s anything else wrong; let’s see it all at once." Mo Junhua touched his chest and beckoned Lan Tian to come over.

Lan Tian rolled her eyes, blatantly lying, "You’re overthinking it; it’s just because you’ve been lying in bed too long that you’re having hallucinations. Just go to sleep if there’s nothing wrong, don’t disturb me reading."

Mo Junhua stared at Lan Tian and suddenly said, "You should minimize your contact with that Chu Yang, he’s all smiley on the outside but is a hidden danger. All day long he smiles, and you can tell right away he’s the type of man who specializes in deceiving young girls."

Mo Junhua felt he had to work from both ends; his own corner had to be made strong and impenetrable to see how Chu Yang would try to pry.

Lan Tian read quietly, silent.

"Don’t be inattentive, let me analyze for you. Look, he knew that you and I were already married and still asked you to go watch a movie. It shows his malicious intentions, all not to be trusted. If someone familiar sees you, do you still want your reputation? No one would blame him for asking you out; they would just criticize how terrible you are, blaming every mistake on the woman. Aren’t there enough examples of this?"

"Is that so?" Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua and turned a page, "I heard someone got injured while being so brave to save Zhou Yuwei, disregarding his own safety. According to your logic, Zhou Yuwei harbored ill intentions towards you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know that, yet you still went to her. Does that mean you have thoughts about her too?"

Mo Junhua’s face darkened; how could it be calculated like this?

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