CHAPTER 483: CHAPTER 298: FORMIDABLE LOVE RIVAL 1_2

After Nuannuan fell asleep, Lu Mojing picked up a medical book to read. He was earnest and focused, making notes on the original English text.

When Qian Wei awoke, she tilted her head and saw him illuminated by the fading evening glow, like the most devout Saint, immersed in his book.

"You’re awake..." Without turning his head, he already knew she was awake, "In the cup on your left, there’s apple juice, freshly squeezed ten minutes ago."

Qian Wei smiled warmly—waking up in the chilling winter, yet covered with a warm silk quilt and beside her, a cup of fresh and freshly squeezed apple juice.

Life, it turns out, is so beautiful and comfortable.

Qian Wei didn’t speak; she just picked up the apple juice, sipped it slowly until finished, then continued lying on the chaise lounge, idly rocking it, watching the sunset on the horizon.

Lu Mojing continued reading his book, the two of them, as if in two separate worlds, yet seemingly together in the same one.

A week passed.

Qian Wei felt somewhat bored and listened to the radio: "I also want to be a radio host."

"Sure!" Lu Mojing replied with just one word, filled with indulgence.

So, in City A, at eleven at night, a radio program named "Qian Wei" began.

Naming the program after her, it was a brand-new show, hosted by a brand-new talent.

Qian Wei was never stage-shy, and Lu Mojing was not worried about that.

Her confidence and composure seemed innate.

At eleven at night, a clear and ethereal female voice punctually rang out, "My name is Qian Wei, Qian of the Qian-Wei world, Wei of the only scene, good evening, everyone! I’m so happy to meet with you all again! By the way, our boss says I can do whatever I want with this program, so, everyone, what would you like to listen to?"

Lu Mojing made a phone call, sitting in his car, tuning in to Qian Wei’s channel.

On the other end of the phone, a woman answered, and on hearing the clear and slightly playful voice from the radio, she harshly demanded, "Why haven’t you killed her yet?"

Lu Mojing simply replied, "Do you know the difference between a cockroach and a cicada? Both are insects, but cockroaches are universally despised, whereas cicadas sing for people in the summer, cockroaches live in dark corners, while cicadas can climb to the treetops. You are destined to be nothing more than a cockroach!"

"Do you think you are a cicada?" A gloomy voice came through the phone, "I order you, kill that woman right now!"

"I regret I cannot comply with your command," Lu Mojing chuckled lightly, "I find her rather interesting, beautiful and smart..."

This like-mad woman hadn’t expected that Lu Mojing was no longer under her control, "Lu Mojing, you’re disobeying me?"

You should worry about yourself!" Lu Mojing was still laughing, "Right now, Gu Qingchen and Zhuo Yufeng are going all out to catch you, soon, you’ll have nowhere to hide!"

She had already lost control: "Lu Mojing, you kill that woman for me!"

Lu Mojing remained calm as he hung up the phone, then continued to listen to the female voice from the radio.

Qian Wei’s voice was still clear and beautiful, yet not lacking depth: "A father with terminal cancer, when told by a doctor he could only live 3 to 6 months, struggled against the illness for 33 months. He wanted to keep living, to watch his children go to school, to move his wife’s household registration to City A, a city that welcomes migrant workers, to put down roots in City A with his child. But his health deteriorated daily, he didn’t know how long he could hold on, with a grateful heart, he thanked everyone who had helped him!"

Lu Mojing leaned back in his seat, quietly listening to the voice from the car radio.

Yet in his heart, he was planning something; she was already deeply engulfed in her mad revenge, and her next target would surely be Qian Wei.

Qian Wei paused, then continued: "The father left a notebook for his wife, with words that spoke of deep love and gratitude. He wrote that for years, he took care of all household matters, and after his passing, the hospital would handle everything if he was there, but if he was at home, to immediately inform his colleagues and comrades..."

Qian Wei’s voice choked up a bit there. After a brief pause, she professionally added: "I’ve already paid this year’s rent, the landlord will collect utility fees separately each month, and the phone bill is prepaid. My only wish is for you not to move so soon—when I think of you and the child, I fear I won’t find the way home..."

By the time Qian Wei reached this last sentence, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

That evening’s show nearly crashed the radio station’s phone lines. Many people inquired and donated, and some asked what kind of woman Qian Wei was.

The program "Qian Wei" instantly became popular in the city—a city of silent great love, a city that responds with collective action.

In Lu Mojing’s eyes, Qian Wei was a detached woman, just like her writing.

He never missed any of her shows, but when she was busy preparing during the day, he never disturbed her.

When Lu Mojing picked her up after work, her eyes were still red.

He didn’t speak either and returned to the little beachside cabin.

"I want to walk on the beach!" said Qian Wei.

Lu Mojing nodded, "Are you still upset about that father?"

"Not upset, but admiring him!" Qian Wei whispered, "Tormented by illness to the point of preferring death, many would choose a swift end, but he kept fighting because his heart was filled with love and responsibility. Every person cannot escape the nature of birth, aging, sickness, and death, it’s just that while alive, he loved others and was loved in return, leaving no regrets."

Lu Mojing gazed at her under the moonlight, beautiful like a Fairy, with such a clear understanding of life.