Mo Yan in the Book 71 - 75

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71 Going Out:

‘Yan-yan, there’s a new restaurant opened, let’s eat there tonight. I’ve been wanting to go for a while, but getting a booking is hard. Luckily, A-Feng’s relative had a booking and they can’t go, so they gave their booking to us. It’s for four. Would Mr Situ like to join us?’

‘Sure.’ He said readily, these two friends were good.; they would help him ease the atmosphere between him and Yan-er, so they could get along and she can fall in love with him faster. (Zuben: Lost my eyes from rolling again)

Mo Yan looked at him sceptically, but he grinned at her.

Watching their interaction, Shen Yu couldn’t help but feel happy for Yan-yan. After watching her dear friend waiting for Long Aotian for so long, she was happy that Yan-yan had let go of her feeling for Aotian.

A phone rang sending everyone’s gaze to Yi. He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. His expression turned cold; his eyes dark as ink. But he looked up at them with a smile,

‘Why don’t you guys go ahead, I’ll meet you there.’ He said as he rose, dropped a light kiss on Mo Yan’s head wand walked away.’

Once he was out of view, Shen Yu shuddered. Just then, she could not breath from the sense of oppression from Situ Yu, she could sense he was not just a doctor.

‘Yan-yan, do you know his background?’

‘Hmm, I’m not too sure.’ Mo Yan said vaguely, not wanting to talk about him. She looked and Yifeng and Shen Yu’s suspicious expressions, she quickly said, ‘Aren’t we going for dinner. I should go get dressed and we can go.’

‘Let’s go then.’ Shen Yu said just before she espied a hickey on Mo Yan’s neck. She nodded in satisfaction. (Zuben: This character is really too simplistic)

In his study, Situ Yi sat in his chair and closed his eyes to meditate. He drummed his fingers on his desk for a while, then his phone rang again.

‘This had better be important.’  He said evenly.

‘Mr Situ, I’m really sorry but Mr Wang’s daughter is sick again, and desperately wants you to attend to her. She said if she can’t see you, she would throw herself off a building at the city centre.’ (Zuben: What kind of illness does she have?)

‘It looks like I need to change my assistant.’ He said pressing his fingers against his frowning brow.

‘I’m really sorry, sir. I have been remiss.’

In the background, he heard the aforementioned Mr Wang, ‘Mr Situ, please come and see my daughter.’

Hearing his wailing, Yi almost lost his temper, but he said evenly, ‘She needs to keep taking her prescribed medication. Before it finishes, I will ask my assistant to deliver another. It is time for Mr Wang and Miss Wang to stop.’

He hung up without waiting for a reply. 

72 Yi Jue:

‘Why isn’t Yi coming?! Dad, you said you could convince him. You are a liar.’ Wang Ruoqing said with a toss of her head and pout of her lips. She had an aura of a spoilt arrogant princess. She did not look like a person who wanted to throw herself off a building.

Mr Wang drew a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his sweaty and tearful face, ‘I didn’t expect that he would not fall for it. We have to do our best to get daughter to get with him, as long as he is a son-in-law, I will not have to worry about anything in my life.’

‘I’m so tired. When Grandpa saved Yi’s grandpa, why didn’t he ask for a marriage between Yi and I?’

‘My old man was too simple; he didn’t take the opportunity to ask. Now both old men are dead. I can only wail before him, but it seems the “saving a life” reason is wearing his patience.’

‘Why don’t we do this…’ from the rearview mirror one could see the father and daughter whisper to each other, their expressions full of treachery. (Zuben: Who could see them? Their driver? Hapless assistant?)

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‘Hello, darling... Where are you?... I see, go ahead and enjoy yourself; I’ll be there in a bit.’

Hearing the sweet and charming voice on the other end of the phone, Yi’s frown smoothed over and he raised an eyebrow.

Yi Jue? Wasn’t it the restaurant that Zeyuan’s mother, an European aristocrat’s daughter, opened so she could eat expertly made food from her part of the world? (Zuben: Of course it is) When she moved to the capital with her husband, she felt that most western restaurants did not have the right taste, so she opened one herself with chefs she had handpicked. She didn’t think it would attract so many people. (Zuben: Of course it would)

Yi took the lift to the basement parking lot and got into a low-key Mercedes.

‘Let’s go in first, he’s going to be late.’ Mo Yan told Shen Yu and Yifeng with a smile.

‘Yan-yan! Yu-yu!” a familiar voice called making Mo Yan’s smile freeze. Her lips fell into a thin line and her hand curled into a fist, her fingernails digging into the soft skin restraining her desire to slap the person.

‘You! Why are you here?’ Shen Yu growled at her, but her words were polite.

‘Came for dinner.’ Fang Qianxin replied, ‘May I introduce you to Long Qingfeng, the second son of the Long family.’ She said patting the solid arm of the man beside her. (Zuben: This indolent people have time for the gym sha.) She was wearing a lovely dress that outlined her beautiful figure.

‘Nice to meet you, I’m Long Qingfeng.’ He said giving a brief nod to the people looking at him. He didn’t say anymore, his eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, but then he returned to his usual sunny demeanour.

‘Why don’t we all sit together?’ Qianxin suggested, with her peek of her pink tongue looking sweet.

‘No need, it could be troublesome. Maybe we can make another date later.’ Mo Yan replied brusquely. Her expression was cold and arrogant.

‘It’s okay, the manager is a friend. I’ll let her know.’ Without waiting for Mo Yan’s reply, Qingfeng pulled out his phone and made a call. Shortly after, ‘She’s fixed it for us.’

Mo Yan was about to speak but Qianxin cut in loudly, with a piteous whine, ‘Yan-yan, you don’t want to eat with me? Aren’t we good friends? Yan-yan why are you like this…? You weren’t like this before.’ (Zuben: Before you tried to get her raped?)

With the eyes of the other patrons on them, Mo Yan held down her irritation, ‘We have another friend joining us, so it would be inconvenient…’

‘Don’t worry, Qingfeng will take care of it, and we can all get to know each other.’ She interrupted Mo Yan, ‘I know Yan-yan and I are besties.’ She cheerfully took Qingfeng’s arm and entered the restaurant.

Shen Yu stared after them angrily, then turned to Mo Yan, ‘You’d better ask Situ Yi to deal with that fake person. Why was she pretending not to get it? And that douche thinking it’s so great to know a manager.’

Yifeng caressed Shen Yu’s hair, ‘Don’t be angry.’

‘He’ll be here. Let’s go.’ Mo Yan was displeased about the situation, but she sent a text to Yi to let him know the change of seating. 

73 Nonsense:

In a corner of the restaurant, the five guests sat. After a while, Qianxin spoke, ‘We haven’t seen each other for a while.’

Mo Yan did not reply, so she decided be direct, ‘I got a call from Aunt Xin asking if I sent you to the car. Why would she ask me that?’

‘I believe you know the answer to that.’ Mo Yan replied blandly as she picked up a serviette to dab her lips. Her gaze was sharp like a cheetah as she stared at the lying Qianxin.

‘Why would you say that?’ Qianxin immediately began to whine, ‘you did call me!’ She quickly pulled out her phone, and showed the others the phone history, ‘You see…’ she said as tears began to fall from her eyes.

‘My phone was missing for a few days. My father found it.’ Across from her, Mo Yan clenched her fists willing herself to hold back her emotions.

‘It doesn’t matter, I will believe Mo Yan’s phone really got lost.’ She replied, implying that she would help Mo Yan keep the lie.

‘Fang Qianxin, Yan-yan did lose her phone. Can you stop talking about it?’ Shen Yu said enraged.

‘It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have misunderstood Yan-yan,’ she said dolefully, glittering tears falling from her eyes into her hand, (Zuben: Is she catching them for recycling?) she looked delicate and pitiful. ‘But where did you go that night, otherwise, why would Auntie Xin ask me?’ She looked worried, as though she had been concerned for Mo Yan.

‘None of your business.’ Shen Yu replied ferociously.

(Zuben: The dudes are watching a play)

‘Why is it one of my business? We’re friends. Yan-yan, if you didn’t go home directly, where did you go? I was so worried, and when I asked of you later, they said you weren’t seeing anyone or going out. What happened to you?’ She kept asking incessantly, crying, without giving Mo Yan a chance to respond. With an eye on the other patrons, she saw that they were looking over to them,

‘Oh, I’m so sorry to bother you.’ She said with a smile. (Zuben: Why doesn't Mo Yan slap those tears back into her eyes?!)

‘You…’ Shen Yu was so angry she was trembling.

With the people at the next table whispering and pointing, Mo Yan wanted to rush forward and smack Qianxin, but with a deep breath to calm her nerves, she replied quietly, (Zuben: They obviously don’t know the art of eavesdropping. How rude. Whispering and pointing. Are they riff-raff?)

‘Nothing happened to me.’

‘So where did you go after drinking that night, or why would aunty ask me about sending you home?’

It seemed that Qianxin really wanted to break the dish this evening. She was talking loudly, her questioning making Mo Yan look like a liar, not saying where she went and saying her mobile phone was missing.

Looking into Qianxin’s eyes, she could see malicious glee,

‘That night…’

‘Yan’er was almost dragged away by a criminal pretending to be her boyfriend. Fortunately, I came along and saved her. But…I have to thank you for that attack otherwise how could I have met the treasure of my life.’

A man was sitting beside Mo Yan. His beauty was amazing; seductive narrow phoenix eyes, his features were androgynous, but beguiling. He had a regal, masculine and dangerous aura. (Zuben: Good news everyone! I don’t want to gag when I type shit like that anymore!) He put his arm around Mo Yan’s shoulder and hugged her close to cover her fragile expression. He planted a kiss on her hair, as his hawk like eyes bore into Qianxin.

(Zuben: Really, Mo Yan you can fight back without revealing everything.)

74 Boyfriend: 

‘Yan-yan, did you hire a man to cheat me?’ Qianxin said with a stiff expression on her face.

Without waiting for Situ Yi to speak, Shen Yu burst in, ‘He is Mo Yan’s new boyfriend!’ so that he would support Mo Yan, but Yifeng pulled at her,

‘What?’ she barked, but Yifeng’s eyes were on Situ Yi.

 Yi looked to Yifeng and Shen Yu, ‘Don’t say anything or she would smear you again.’ He said. She smiled down charmingly at Mo Yan who lay passively in his arms. (Zuben: But come, the moment the man walks in you cower like a mouse? What happened to the cheetah?!)

Qianxin laughed loudly, ‘Really! Yan-yan, you didn’t tell me.’ Though her mouth was laughing, it was easy to see there was no joy in her eyes. Was this the man who helped her? She has such great luck to find such a great man. God was really unfair; why did good things fall on only Mo Yan. How was this bitch better than me? She raged in her mind.

Yi did not miss the mire of jealousy, anger and madness ready burst out in Qianxin's eyes.

He gave a cold smile as he asked, ‘Who are you?’

‘I’m Fang Qianxin, Yan-yan’s friend.’ She replied, but he raised his glass and took a sip without looking at her, her smile faltered awkwardly.

‘But Yan-yan, what about Long Aotian? Didn’t you love him very much.’ While her tone was despondent, the words suggested that Mo Yan was a fickle woman.

‘It seems that Miss Fang didn’t pay attention to her friend. Although, you were the happiest when you heard of the dissolution of their engagement.’ Yi said with mocking laughter. The guests at the nearby table glanced surreptitiously at his cold face.

‘Why would you say that? It couldn’t possibly be, I will be heartbroken to see Yan-yan sad.’ Her pretty face looked hurt that he would accuse her of such a thing. She began to cry again. People who did not know what was going on though the man was bullying her. (Zuben: Your onlookers are fools, author)

Yi’s expression as full of mockery. She was a smart woman who knew how to use her advantages and was clever with words. No wonder she played Yan-er before. Now, Yan-er was smarter and could see her true colours. (Zuben: She’s still hiding in your bosom like a wet limpet)

‘Miss Fang’s tears are worthless, please stop.’

Shocked by his words, she stopped crying for a moment, then she said, ‘By the way, you said you rescued Yan-yan…’ then she looked thoughtful, ‘did this and that happen?’

Onlookers stared at Mo Yan with disapproval. (Zuben: What kind of weird busy body audience is this? They sound like classless people. Well, money doesn’t buy you etiquette…)

Mo Yan sat up from Situ Yi, her eyes cold as ice, ‘Your mind is dirty. I do not want to be friends with a person like you.’ She retorted.

‘I’m sorry, dear guests. If there is a dispute, please don’t argue loudly in our restaurant.’ A voice interjected. They turned to see a gorgeous sharply dressed woman behind them. She regarded Mo Yan with envy and irritation, seeing the exceedingly handsome, alluring man holding onto her tightly.

‘Yue-yue, I’m sorry we’re being loud and disturbing the other guests. We will speak quietly.’ Qianxin quickly apologised and motioned Mo Yan to do so as well. (Zuben: Isn't she the one who has been airing dirty laundry?)

‘It looks like the quality of Yi Jue’s staff needs improvement,’ he looked like a cheetah as he stared at the woman Yueyue lazily. He smiled coldly as he drew out his mobile phone and dialled. He sipped on his wine in a relaxed manner, but a cold oppressive aura emanated from him making people watching them feel oppressed.  (Zuben: This isn't Beijing, it's the Serengeti with all these cheetahs loping about)

75 Shameless:

‘What’s going on here?’ a masculine voice said.

A tall figure approached with two bodyguards in suits.

When she saw him, Mo Yan glanced at Yi in surprise. It looked like no matter where they went, it was owned by one of them. They didn’t have to work. (Zuben: They must have a teleportation device, isn’t he the politician? Don’t he have things to be controlling with his hands?)

His hair was stylishly dressed, but he was frowning, His green eyes were covered with frameless glasses over a firm straight nose, thin moderate lips lightly rose making them look kissable. (Zuben: Firm nose? I'm so tired of typing thin lips)

He was alike a sculpture carefully carved by god, with an inborn nobility.

When the woman named Yue-yue saw Mu Zeyuan, her eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately rushed to meet him, ‘President, I’m so sorry to bother you, but these guests have been disturbing the other patrons. I will take care of them.’ She said sycophantically before turning back to glare at Mo Yan and Shen Yu to say,

‘Please do not be noisy in this restaurant. You have no bearing to the destroy the peace in this restaurant.’

‘Who the hell are you?’ Shen Yu shouted, ignoring her ladylike image in anger.

‘I’m the manager. And if you don’t leave, I will ask security to come and escort you out!’

Qianxin rose out of her chair, ‘I will apologise for Yan-yan.’ She said bowing to Zeyuan, but looking at Mo Yan with disapproval from the corner of her eyes.

‘Such a shameful woman…her friend has to apologise for her…’ the murmurings of the patrons could be heard. (Zuben: The skulls of these people are empty)

‘You can leave.’ Zeyuan said coldly.

‘Guest, please leave!’ The woman said to Mo Yan gleefully.

‘I meant you, Yue-yue.’ He said with a flick of his wrist, the men beside him came forward and ushered Yue-yue out.

‘Why? What did I do wrong, President?’ She asked, her face a mask of disbelief.

‘A-Yuan doesn’t need to explain anything to you, my dear.’ Yi said from his seat playing with Mo Yan’s hand. He turned to Zeyuan with a grin.

Damn it! Even this man was with them?! Are all the men blind now? How could he look at such a woman? (Zuben: He also rescued her.) Qianxin worked hard to maintain her innocent smile, fearing that the mask would slip and she would be revealed. But no, she must let them see that Mo Yan was a slutty and brainless chit!

Seeing Qianxin’s face, Shen Yu felt happy.

‘I don’t feel like eating anymore.’ Mo Yan said to Shen Yu wearily, but when she rose Zeyuan stopped her.

‘We’re sorry for the disturbance. How about we arrange for you to have dinner in the VIP booth to compensate for our staff’s incompetence? The meals will be on the house.’

‘Okay, let’s go!’ Qianxin said, shamelessly following the waiter. Mo Yan was shocked. (Zuben: How come onlookers aren't thinking she has no shame?)

Zeyuan exchanged a glance with Yi, but they did not stop Qianxin. They didn’t have to worry about her since they were here to protect Yan-er. Instead, they were curious about what that woman was going to do or say. As for Qingfeng, if he dared think about their darling, it was his path of death.

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