Mo Yan in the Book 66 - 70

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66 Di Mao: 

‘Damn…’ the incessant ringing woke Situ Yi in the middle of the night. He picked up the phone and answered. His face was expressionless when he answered, but after he hung up, he quickly got out of bed, got dressed, grabbed his medical bag and car keys and raced out to the Di Mao building.

He went straight to the bedroom where he saw Muchen wiping Mo Yan’s brow with a damp towel.

‘Get my bag and don’t get in the way.’ He barked at him. His angry face made Muchen feel a bit dangerous but he quickly obeyed. (Zuben: How do you feel dangerous?)

Her pale face was flushed from the high fever. He could tell she was uncomfortable. He reached out to touch her heated face, he opened her eyelids and sighed,

‘You go sit elsewhere.’ He said to Muchen, ‘Don’t annoy me.’ He looked in his medical bag and found the medication he needed, he drew the needed amount into a syringe, and then injected her. As he did, her rapid breathing slowed. He was able to relax. (Zuben: Is this one of your magical medicines, Sima Yi?)

‘Why didn't you blow dry her hair after she bathed? Couldn’t you help her if she had fallen asleep? If you don’t want to blow dry, use a towel! What are you thinking about? Or was all that was on your mind, having sex with our darling, and making her wear your shirt?’ Yi’s voice was like a thunderclap, so different from his indifferent appearance.  (Zuben: There was risk of death. Don’t break the sex doll on the second day, dammit!)

Muchen bowed his head like chastised child before Yi’s tirade. When he stopped, Muchen dared to look up at him, Yi’s expression was still cold, but there was a hint of resignation.

‘How’s she?’

‘I’ve given her an IV antipyretic; the fever should burn out overnight.’

Muchen pretending to be contrite began to tidy up the room.

‘I’ll take Yan-er to the bath first, you can tidy your own bed.’

Wrapping her up in the quilt he took her took the bathroom. The shirt she was wearing was soaked in sweat, he took it off and threw it on the floor. He saw her body covered in finger marks, it was not hard to see that he had been over-enthusiastic. He took her into the shower and rinsed her sweat off. He stroked her face and kissed her.

When he walked out, he saw an upset Muchen sitting on his bed.

‘Why?’ (Zuben: What a hypocritical question)

‘It was my turn today.’ He said petulantly, making Yi feel as though he was bullying him. But he was reluctant to let go of sleeping Mo Yan, (Zuben: How do you not wake up when there’s water all over you?) He gave her to Muchen and got a hair dryer from a cabinet and handed it to Muchen.

He sat on the sofa while he watched Muchen clumsily dry her hair.

Muchen adjusted Mo Yan to she was in a comfortable position, and then he began to dry her hair properly. Suddenly, Mo Yan shivered a little, making him pause nervously. After a moment, he checked that she was still asleep and then quickly finished.

‘Let her sleep.’ Yi said then rose out of the sofa and went to another room.

Watching Yi’s departure, Muchen put away his contrite expression and smiled cunningly. Everyone was most afraid of Yi’s incessant nagging, but he would stop as long as he knew that the offender was introspecting. When they were in a bad physical or mental condition, Yi was usually more nervous than them, it made him feel warm to think about it.

He stroked Mo Yan’s hair gently and kissed her forehead, before holding her in his arms and closing his eyes in satisfaction.

67 Shen Yu Visits:

‘Are you feeling better?’

When Mo Yan opened her eyes, she saw Muchen and Yi staring worriedly at her. She nodded. Yi handed her a glass of water which she took from him,

‘What happened?’

‘You had a fever in the night. Rest at home today. Yi will stay with you.’ Muchen said.

Mo Yan’s head was spinning, making her frown. Her beautiful face was pale and pitiful.

‘I’m going home. It’s my time today.’ She said trying to get out of bed, but she felt too weak. (Zuben: What kind of fever do they have in this place?)

‘How could you go an see your parents while you have a fever? Do you think we would allow you to go like this?’ His voice rumbled in his broad chest that caught her.

‘My phone?’ she demanded. Seeing her insistence, Yi handed her phone over. She sent a message to her parents that she would not be visiting, and obediently got into the quilt that Yi held up for her, unable to resist the dizziness. She fell asleep.

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‘Auntie, we’ve come to visit Yan-yan.’ A sweet voice called as they entered the living area. Meng Xin turned to see who had arrived. (Zuben: Aww this takes me back to when friends just drop by- no calling to see if you're there 'cos they knew we were all jobless together)

‘Xiaoyu! You’re here! Such a pity; Yan-yan has moved out. If you want to see her, you have to give her a call.’ Meng Xin said apologetically at the young woman and the young man who accompanied her.

‘Really? Thank you, aunt. I’ll give her a call.’ Shen Yu said.

Meng Xin nodded at the two as they left.

‘Moved out? Why would Yan-yan move out?’ Shen Yu asked Lin Yifeng once they were outside. Her head tilted slightly outlining her neck in a charming arc.

‘Why don’t you call her?’ he replied ruffling her fluffy hair. It felt nice against his hand making him squint his phoenix eyes in a smile.

‘Don’t touch, my hair will fall out.’ She pouted in annoyance at the man who liked to do things she wasn’t keen on, but she didn’t notice his doting face. 

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Her phone rang insistently. She reached a delicate hand out of the quilt to find the phone.

When she answered, ‘Yan-yan, let’s go out to play!’ Mo Yan was jolted by Shen Yu’s loud voice.

‘Huh?’ she replied vaguely.

‘Let’s get to your place first. Where are you?’

‘Hmm? I am in the Di Mao building top floor.’ She replied and went back to sleep.

‘Hello! Hello! Yan-yan, are you asleep?’ Shen Yu stared at the phone. (Zuben: At this moment, most people would say, ‘let’s visit her another time.’ But nope)

Di Mao building wasn’t free real estate, but Mo Yan would not lie. Lin Yifeng looked thoughtful.

‘A-feng, let’s go!’ Shen Yu shook his hand to wake him from his reverie.

Lin Yifeng took the chance to hold onto her hand smiling.

‘Why are you holding onto me?’ she asked.

Looking at her perplexed face, he could not help but sigh; why couldn’t she feel his heart? (Zuben: She’s not a mind-reader. Telling her might assist your cause. No? Okay) But seeing her foolishly bullied by him was rather satisfying. He wanted to hold and touch her like that. (Zuben: I guess no man in this universe has a normal sense.)

‘I’m afraid you’ll get lost. Let’s go see Mo Yan.’ Yifeng made up an explanation as he put her into his car.

‘So, Mo Yan is in the Di Mao building?’ Pulling the topic back to Mo Yan to divert Shen Yu’s attention, he could fondle her hand without her protestations.

‘Yes, but Yan-yan sounded weak.’

Stroking her lip as she wondered what was going on with her friend. Yifeng’s eyes flashed a moment of dissatisfaction, but he quickly let it go, and continued to play with her little white hand. (Zuben: You’re jealous of the friend you distracted her with.)

Whoo! Our young master has finally taken Miss Shen Yu’s hand. Watching the master chase after her for years, he had been so anxious. Yifeng’s steward watched the two from the rear-view mirror. It looked like young master was beckoning to him. (Zuben: He’s a numpty)

68 Defences:

‘Hello, we would like to see Miss Mo living at the top floor.’

The security guard looked at Shen Yu and Yifeng up and down with suspicion.

‘Pardon me, sir and miss, are you sure it’s the top floor?’

‘Yes.’ She frowned about to argue, but Yifeng stopped her.

‘Xiaoyu, call Mo Yan.’ She was obviously there, but he couldn’t figure why the guards were stopping them.

Shen Yu quickly dialled Mo Yan.

‘Hello? Yan-yan, are you on the top floor of Di Mao?’ she glanced at the guards as she spoke, ‘The guards are stopping us from coming up.’

‘If you stop us, we’ll call the police. Our friend says she lives here.’ Yifeng said protectively.

The security guard was about to say something when there was a phone call.

‘Hello? Yes! Yes! I see!’ he responded to the call with a respectful smile. When he was done, he turned to them apologetically, ‘You can go up.’

When Mo Yan woke up again, she was hungry. She was about to get up to go to the kitchen to make something when she got Shen Yu’s phone call. She rushed out of bed to barged into Yi’s room without knocking.

‘Why are you keeping my friend from coming up?’ she said angrily. Yi was at his desk.

‘You need to rest.’ He said rising from his desk and came round to hug her. He kissed her soft neck.

Seeing the reluctance in his eyes, she didn’t know what to do. So she rubbed her body against his man’s strong chest with her glittering eyes, pleading, ‘I’ve had enough rest. Let my friends come up.’

He still looked unconvinced, so decided to stoke the fires, ‘Yi, you’re the best. Please.’ She said before pecking his lips. She swept her tongue along his lips lightly, just as she was about to retreat, he took her lips and deepened the kiss assaulting her like a storm. Her fragrance made him lose control. He broke away from her lips and kissed down her sensitive neck,

‘Ah…stop~’ she cried trying to push him away.

‘Alright, you get changed. I’ll let them come up.’ He said, his voice was husky with lust, she could feel his bulge, but she ran off. He watched her go with a helpless smile. (Zuben: All this helpless smiling)

Sure enough, if one showed a little weakness she would take initiative, but she still wasn’t used to intimate contact with him. Ah, but when would it be his turn to taste her sweetness? He wondered. His coolly, handsome face was full of vulgar lust, creating a strange dichotomy.

Yi pressed the intercom on his desk, ‘Send them up.’ He rang off without ceremony and turned to a bookshelf, where he pulled a book, which triggered a subtle click and a door opened to a dark passage. The passage led to a little room which had five other doors. This secret room could be reached from each of their studies. (Zuben: Extradimentional folding?)

One wall was covered with banks of monitors that showed the guard room, the lift, first floor, parking lot, and all the rooms on their floor. It was installed to monitor intrusion and theft of data, but they never expected that they would have Mo Yan. (Zuben: Now it is used for voyeuristic wanking) One of the monitors showed Mo Yan taking off the shirt and changing into her clothes. He poured himself some red wine as he watched her change. His crossed legs could not hide his erection. (Zuben: Is there a red wine tap everywhere in their vicinity. Do you think they get their servants to install one where ever they go?)

69 Lin Yifeng Watches: 

‘Yan-yan, are you alright?’ Shen Yu said the moment she saw Mo Yan. She clutched the other girl’s hand and her eyes were full of concern making Lin Yifeng’s heart sour. (Zuben: You’re an idiot)

She could feel a gaze on her making Mo Yan shiver a bot, ‘I’ve been better. How come you came to see me?’ She said leading them to the living room. (Zuben: Aren’t they your friends?)

Yifeng looked around; it was obvious the furnishings were brand-new. The value of the floor was equal to that of a house. So he found it weird that Mo Yan who had only just started working being able to rent the whole floor.

‘We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Since that night at the Palace, you haven’t been on the scene. And after that day, Aunty Xin called me and asked how you came home. Which got me thinking; did Qianxin really send you home? It was really strange that she was so attentive.’

Mo Yan nervously tucked her hair behind her ears, she stared at the cup in her hand, ‘I’ve just preferred to stay home recently.’

‘But did she send you home?’

Seeing Shen Yu’s concern for her, Mo Yan did not know how to reply. She opened her mouth and closed it again. She wanted to avoid the topic, but also wanted to tell everyone that Qianxin never helped her, and possibly drugged her to be raped, but there was no evidence,

‘Um…’

Her throat shank in panic.

‘I sent Yan-er home.’ A male voice interrupted them. They call turned to the voice to see a cold looking androgynous man dressed in casual clothes that outlined his strong body. He had two buttons open showing off his collarbones. He stood leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, and had a vicious looking smile on his face. Shen Yu and Yifeng were mildly stunned.

He left his perch and came around to sit close beside Mo Yan and smiled and Yifeng’s watchful gaze.

‘Are you Yan-yan’s…?’ Shen Yu asked directly. The man was even handsomer than Aotian! Even with his delicate features, he did not lose his masculinity. She could not help but sigh that he was blessed by the heavens. (Zuben: No rich uglies)

‘He’s just a friend.’ Mo Yan replied elbowing him. She glared at him to keep his mouth shut.

He shrugged to let her know that he wasn’t going to say anything as she wished, as Mo Yan turned away, she did not see his helpless compromise.

‘We are not-’

‘Oh, I see!’ Shen Yu interrupted Mo Yan’s denial, with some teasing. She watched them with great interest.

‘I’m Situ Yi.’ Yi said with a slight bow of his head. He showed good bearing and perfect. Each action was gorgeous and noble like art. (Zuben: How the fuck did he do that?!)

‘Hello, my name is Shen Yu.’

‘I’m Lin Yifeng.’

‘Aren’t you a hero? When Yan-yan was in trouble, you saved her!’ Shen Yu said with stars in her eyes as she imagined romantic scenarios in her head.

‘Almost. I ran into an angel in trouble, and was…reluctant to see her suffer.’ He said ambiguously as he looked at Mo Yan indulgently.

Hearing his lies, Mo Yan tried to control her body from trembling with anger. She clenched her fists tightly as she disguised her rage with a smile. That night, she hadn’t realised she had escaped from a lone wolf and immediately fell into a wolves’ den.

For now, she could only hope he would just stop talking about it. (Zuben: but they looking at you with ‘helpless doting’, be grateful for their benevolence!)

70 Rose Tea:

‘So, what do you do? Oh! I’m sorry, I am being rude.’ Shen Yu said, but then realised her question might be impolite.

‘It’s fine, I’m a doctor. I am involved in various fields.’ He replied before taking a sip of his tea.  (Zuben: Where did the tea come from? Anyone know?)

Yifeng had a guess about the man’s manner of speech, behaviour and words. Also, the name Sity was rarely mentioned. It was during one family party that he had heard the elders speak of the five families that held the power in the imperial capital. And he had heard the Situ name as one of them, a leader in medicine.

So, he asked, ‘Pardon me, so do you work in Beijing Hospital?’

‘Not necessarily, I was only helping out an acquaintance.’ He replied.

He saw Yifeng’s eyes flash and awe dawn upon him. (Zuben: Fuck knows why? Their legend is full of contradictions it’s mindboggling. I can only assume the author was trying to be as ridiculous as possible) He decided darling’s friend was very astute, just a few words, he understood his identity. It looks like his family had told him about them, most ordinary rich children would not know their names. (Zuben: Are they immortals? What of their parents?)

It was a pity that there was some failure in his love live, it could be seen that Shen Yu did not notice his feelings for her.

Shen Yu turned to look at Yifeng expression, she was puzzled, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ he replied patting her soft hair, his eyes were full of doting.

 It was better for her not to know. Better for her not to brush with deep forces, so as not to be trapped unable to get out. But how did Mo Yan provoke such a man? It was obvious that he did not love Mo Yan, but he was interested in her. When a person becomes interested in that woman, he will only sink deeper and deeper. (Zuben: Hold on let me scoff first…He’s already been quite deep)

But it was a matter between them, he could tell Mo Yan did not like him. He hoped she could keep her heart and not give up easily. After all, such a man would want all kinds of women, let alone his influence can shake the medical world.

Seeing Shen Yu’s puzzled glances was bittersweet for Mo Yan. Her simplicity made her want to keep her safe, and not allow her to touch the dark parts of society. Fortunately, in Lin Yifeng’s company, she likely would not, even though he had not managed to make her aware of his affection for years. She used to be like Shen Yu, living everyday in fun being coquettish and capricious, not expecting such a change in her life, but she was accompanied by a loving family and friends. (Zuben: Putting aside the horrible situation, what darkness of life are you living? You’re living in comfort. Driven around in fancy cars, you’re not selling your body for money. What darkness?)

‘Yan-er, what’s the matter?’ A pinch at her waist jolted her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see him smirking, although she could tell he was not feeling as amused as he looked. This suddenly blew away Mo Yan’s gloom, and she smiled,

She gave handed him her half-drunk rose tea, ‘I’m fine. Here you are.’

Her sudden change in demeanour piqued his interest. It seemed darling had become more charming and interesting; he won’t be bored. He took the tea cup from her, and drank it. The sweetness had a great impact on his taste buds, making him frown.

Seeing his reaction, Mo Yan smiled and turned back to her friends.

He placed down her cup and continued to drink his own tea.

Lin Yifeng was surprised by Situ Yi’s attitude to Mo Yan; Mo Yan must indeed be different to the man’s heart. Or with his sought-after status, how could he possibly accept this kind of prank without getting angry. (Zuben: *snore zzzzZZZZZ)

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