CHAPTER 296: CHAPTER 254

"I’m fine, really good, why did you come over? Did your family agree to let you out? How’s your health? Do you feel any different?" She bombarded Ji Feng with questions, all full of concern for him. She completely forgot about Mo Junhua standing beside her as if she had forgotten him off the edge of the sky.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, the two of them standing together really do match well, as if made for each other by destiny.

Not happy, really not happy! Super unhappy!

Mo Junhua came over with huffs and puffs and, with a cunning move, pushed Ji Feng aside. He stealthily gave Ji Feng a challenging look, a silent jab as if saying, "Dare to vie for attention with me?" He spoke before Lan Tian could lose her temper, "Miss, grandpa has arrived."

"What’s going on here?" As soon as Mr. Mo arrived, he saw Mo Junhua’s face, which looked like a pig’s head from a beating, a terrible sight to behold. The miss had come over, and today he had especially taken the time to return home. He hadn’t even finished his tea when the servants swarmed into the hall, screaming as if they had seen a ghost, as if the miss was about to murder her husband-to-be.

"It was an accident," Mo Junhua said with all seriousness.

Mr. Mo’s lips twitched, wondering what kind of thing he had collided with to have such an effect—the ground had several large pits, the flower beds were in complete disarray, and the bushes were cut in half at the waist.

The accompanying servants had an aggrieved look on their faces. Master, don’t treat us like fools; the eyes of the masses are sharp, we saw with our own eyes that you were beaten by the young miss without any chance to fight back. Even though it might hurt a man’s pride, you can’t twist the facts.

"Enough, disperse. What kind of spectacle are you making with all this commotion?" Fighting is intimacy, scolding is affection; they best not meddle in the young couple’s affectionate bickering. "Go freshen up, change your clothes, and come to the hall. And you, you little madman, come with me." Mr. Mo grabbed Ji Feng, who was still trying to stay, blaming this troublemaker for meddling in the young couple’s affairs.

Ji Feng looked pleadingly at Lan Tian, who was being glared at by Mr. Mo, a clear sign that if she didn’t obey, he would teach her a lesson. Lan Tian glanced at Ji Feng indifferently, "You go first, I’ll come over in a bit."

Just like on the way here, a large group ’whooshed’ away, and the garden fell silent. Lan Tian checked her pajamas and sighed deeply, holding her forehead. She was so focused on disciplining Mo Junhua earlier that she didn’t pay attention and ended up wearing pajamas. It was very impolite to come out dressed in pajamas; how embarrassing, it’s like losing face all the way to grandma’s house.

Lan Tian stepped toward the house, looked back at Mo Junhua who hadn’t moved an inch as if he was half-dead, and yelled, "Hurry up and come over, I still have something to ask you."

Mo Junhua immediately sprang back to life and scurried over.

After washing up and changing clothes, Lan Tian looked at Mo Junhua’s pig-like face for three seconds; it was too painful for the eyes. She threw a bottle of ointment to him, "Hurry up and apply the medicine."

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Lan Tian felt that Mo Junhua’s swollen face seemed much more inflamed than before, with the bruises on his face also looking darker.

Mo Junhua, who received the ointment from Lan Tian, was overjoyed. The miss really had a soft heart and couldn’t bear to see him suffer; it wasn’t in vain that he had been harsh on himself, kneading and massaging his face into its current state.

The miss’s ointment really was good; upon application, a cool sensation spread across his face, and the pain lessened significantly.

"Mo Junhua, you said you had evidence, where is it?" Lan Tian was still thinking about the matter of her forcing Mo Junhua, not feeling at ease until she confirmed it was clear.

In her previous life, she often drank Spiritual Wine without any problems. How come when she’s with Mo Junhua, she always does such outrageous things? She didn’t even think about the fact that in her previous life she drank on Wuhua Mountain, which she had fortified like an iron fortress where not even a fly could enter. What could she possibly do drunk? Even if she did something, she wouldn’t remember it—and upon waking, how could she be aware of it?

Mo Junhua was well-prepared and got up to walk towards the dresser opposite the bed. Lan Tian had just moved in, and there weren’t any of her personal items on the dresser, but there was a tape recorder, and that recorder was precisely what Mo Junhua was after.

"Do you really want to see?" Mo Junhua came over with the recorder, his face full of conflict, looking at Lan Tian for a while before saying, "I think, it’s better for you not to listen."

Lan Tian ignored him. She was the kind of person who wouldn’t turn back until she hit a wall. If it really was she who caused the trouble, from now on, she would abstain from even a drop of alcohol.

"Less nonsense."

Mo Junhua pressed the play button, and all that could be heard from the recorder was the sound of the tape spinning. After a while, a conversation between two people came through.

"Girl, don’t be like this, it’s not good," Mo Junhua’s voice was gently coaxing.

"No, I want it, don’t leave," Lan Tian’s voice was spoilt and stubborn.

After these two sentences, the tape fell silent again. Lan Tian raised an eyebrow; how could such brief words signify anything? Then Mo Junhua’s voice came through again, sounding as if he let out a helpless sigh.

"Girl, I’m afraid you’ll regret it when you sober up, it’s better to let go and have a good sleep! Didn’t you say you wanted to wait until after advancing your Cultivation Technique before consummating the marriage? Be good, get some sleep," Mo Junhua coaxed.

"I’ve achieved Foundation Establishment, we can consummate the marriage now." Then it was her giggling voice, "Hurry up, or I’ll beat you up!"

The recording played all the way through to the end, and there were no more sounds; the room suddenly fell eerily quiet.

Lan Tian’s expression was dark. She felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what exactly. Her gaze lingered on the recorder for a few seconds before she suddenly went over, rewound the tape, and listened to it over and over again. It was her voice, not someone else’s fabrication, and she felt utterly disconcerted.

She opened the recorder, pulled out the tape, and burned it until there was nothing left, not even ashes. Patting non-existent dust from her hands, she glanced at Mo Junhua for a few seconds, huffed, and walked away.

Without evidence, who would dare claim she forced Mo Junhua.

Mo Junhua breathed a sigh of relief. He had been startled when the girl suddenly pulled out the tape, thinking she might have realized something. It was good that it was burned; now he could rest easy. He stepped forward to follow Lan Tian, and the two headed towards the hall. As for the truth, only Mo Junhua himself knew.

As they approached the front door and stepped in, Lan Tian’s gaze flicked to the two men standing there. Both had straight postures, standing firm as pines, with stern faces—it was clear they were soldiers who had undergone special training. They hadn’t been there when she returned with Mo Junhua; perhaps they were brought by Grandpa.

How high-ranking was Grandpa Ji Feng that Mr. Mo had to have people to protect him when he returned to his own home?

Entering the living room, Lan Tian noticed that there were particularly many people today, men and women, old and young, all gathered together, chatting and laughing warmly and amicably. Lan Tian scanned the room; she didn’t recognize most, but a few were familiar.

Mr. Mo, Ji Feng, Wu Zongyu, Bai Qingqing.

Hearing the noise at the entrance, everyone in the living room turned their heads to look. Seeing the pair that walked in, the man handsome with a cold demeanor, dressed in military green uniform that he wore with the effect of high fashion, many women’s eyes lingered on him, all bashful and hopeful for his glance.