CHAPTER 249: CHAPTER 212

"You put something in the coffee..."

Lan Tian suddenly stood up, questioning Zhou Yuwei across from him. Unfortunately, she felt weak and her body swayed unsteadily. Her vision blurred, she tried hard to open her eyes, wanting to see the person across from her clearly, but she could only see numerous people swaying in front of her. She shook her head vigorously, resulting in even more dizziness as the world spun around her, and she collapsed into the chair, catching a glimpse of Zhou Yuwei’s cold smirk in her peripheral vision.

Then... there was no after.

Seeing that Lan Tian had finally passed out, the weight Zhou Yuwei felt lifted, she didn’t make any rash moves, quietly waiting for a while, her gaze wandering around the cafe. There weren’t many people in the cafe, although two or three customers at nearby tables were enjoying their coffee. The commotion between the two of them didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

Pretending to faint was exhausting for Lan Tian. Zhou Yuwei was too cautious; even though Lan Tian had cooperated with her and pretended to faint from the sedatives, this woman was still waiting, observing the surroundings. It could only be said that she was indeed trained by the military, not even a nurse should be underestimated. Fortunately, Lan Tian didn’t have to wait long before Zhou Yuwei made her move.

Zhou Yuwei first went to the counter to pay the bill, then walked directly to Lan Tian, helped him up, one arm over her shoulder, gripping Lan Tian’s hand with one hand and wrapping the other arm around her waist, staggering towards the exit while nagging at Lan Tian, "Look at you, feeling unwell again, I’ve told you, you need to speak up when you’re not feeling good. Enduring it silently will only make it worse, and in the end, you’re the one who suffers. Alright, I won’t scold you anymore, let’s go, I’ll take you to the hospital."

The other customers overheard Zhou Yuwei’s words, their gazes passing over Lan Tian being supported by her, each shaking their heads. Young people these days really don’t take care of their bodies.

After exiting the cafe, she glanced around and then, holding onto Lan Tian, walked in a particular direction.

Following the direction Zhou Yuwei looked towards, Lan Tian swept the area with her Divine Sense. It led to a street selling ready-made clothes, bustling with people coming and going, many street vendors calling for customers. The most conspicuous thing was a car parked at the end of the street.

The street was mostly frequented by ordinary people, with bicycles and tricycles for transporting goods. The car parked at the street corner was suspicious. Lan Tian suspected that the car was there to pick up someone, possibly her. Zhou Yuwei would not likely make a move against her in this area; she would choose a quiet place, and this scenario with too many people and too much noise could easily expose them.

Lan Tian scanned the car again; there were two men inside, one a driver sitting in the front and another man in the back seat, his face hidden in the shadows.

Under the Divine Sense, nothing could hide. Interestingly, Lan Tian recognized the man. Seeing his face, she didn’t know what to say. It’s really messed up, Ma Juanjuan’s man still involving himself with Zhou Yuwei.

He really was hopelessly devoted to Zhou Yuwei; disregarding military ethos, army principles, even willing to abandon his family.

Indeed, in his previous life, he was like a dog raised by Zhou Yuwei, biting wherever she pointed.

As Zhou Yuwei supported Lan Tian towards that car, Lan Tian deliberately put her full weight on her, secretly exerting a thousand pounds force; not long after, Zhou Yuwei was gasping for breath, her steps becoming even more unsteady, feeling the heavy burden as if she was supporting hundreds of pounds.

The people in the car saw the two approach, the driver in the front looked back to the man in the rear seat and got his cue, stepped out of the car, and glanced around to check for any suspicious characters nearby before approaching Zhou Yuwei, looking at her and nodding in acknowledgment.

Zhou Yuwei clearly recognized the man, and without any hesitation, each of them supported Lan Tian as they headed towards the car. As they approached the car door, the man inside opened it, and they quickly shoved the unconscious Lan Tian into the vehicle. Then Zhou Yuwei got in, and when she was settled down, the man closed the door, quickly got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off.

The car swerved through the streets, and no one in the car spoke. The atmosphere was heavy, and after about fifteen minutes, they stopped in front of a building.

Zhou Yuwei and the man named Ma Juanjuan, each holding one of Lan Tian’s arms, headed inside the building. Lan Tian scanned his surroundings briefly; it was a hotel. The grand entrance was adorned with a sculpture of the words "Fengyun Hotel" in a flamboyant, elegant script, exuding a high-end and prestigious aura.

Lan Tian was not familiar with this Fengyun Hotel. Living a life restricted to only a few places like Grandma Sun’s house, school, and Mr. Mo’s residence, there were many places in Shanghai that Lan Tian was unaware of; therefore, not knowing about Fengyun Hotel was normal.

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At the time when Lan Tian was taken to the hotel by Zhou Yuwei, in the military camp, Mo Junhua, who had just returned from the military tribunal, arrived back at the base. A few days ago, he had hurried back to the regiment after receiving a message from the military headquarters about the final results of Li Hong’s treason case, which required his testimony in court.

Mo Junhua felt it was his undeniable duty. After being indirectly involved for so long, finally, the traitor was brought to justice. He had barely warmed his seat when Su Qing rushed in, carrying a letter, "Battalion commander, you have a letter."

Mo Junhua took it and noted that the handwriting on the envelope was unfamiliar. He recognized the girl’s handwriting, but the sender’s name on the envelope was Lan Tian, with the address being Grandmother Sun’s.

The origin of this letter was unknown and eerie. Mo Junhua did not open it but turned it over in his hands, feeling its thinness. By touch, he estimated there were only a few pages inside. Looking at the light shining through the envelope indicated there was only one sheet of paper inside; he couldn’t guess who would send him such a letter.

There were only two people who wrote to him, one was his parents back home, and the other was the girl. When his parents wrote to him, the envelope was always bulky, with both names written on it. When the girl wrote to him, the envelope was also bulky, filled with many drawings that she added. After they got married, she never wrote to him again.

He had just sent a letter to his hometown a while ago, and his parents wouldn’t have replied so quickly. He had just come from Grandma Sun’s house; if there was something at home, they wouldn’t write to him, and they didn’t know the address to send it to. The girl would never discuss her family issues with him.

"Where did you get this letter?"

Su Qing glanced at the envelope, "What’s wrong, battalion commander? Is there something wrong with the letter?"

Mo Junhua looked at him intently, his expression serious. Seeing the situation was serious, Su Qing slowly dropped his playful demeanor, "The gate guard gave it to me. I asked them, and they didn’t know who brought it either. The letter has been at the guard room for a few days, mixed with other letters." Su Qing thought it was sent by Lan Tian’s wife to give the battalion commander a surprise.

"Battalion commander, I will check it out."

Mo Junhua nodded, and Su Qing went out to investigate who had delivered the letter. Mo Junhua looked at the envelope for a while and then leisurely opened it. Upon seeing the contents, his face turned grim, his eyes glinting ferociously with a hint of bloodlust deep within. He stormed out of his office and drove towards Shanghai.