Mo Yan in the Book (partial) 196 - 200

 Happy New Year

The search is still on for the full chapters of Mo Yan as the sites that have pirated it are being taken down one after the other.

Can I get a crowdsource for this novel...? My eyes have gone skewiff from looking for it on PO18😩

龙之天雪.

196 So kind:

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‘Thank you for your service.’ Ye Ling said.

‘Hm, I don’t need your thanks.’

‘Just Long Aotian~’

Qianxin was silent.

‘As long as I get what I want, you can get what you want.’

‘I never needed your help.’

‘It looks like you’re more deluded than I thought.’

Qianxin supressed the strong urge to slap her and walked out. Soon, she would have her revenge.

Ye Ling waited a few minutes more in the toilet before emerging, and going in a direction opposite to the banquet hall.  She went up the lift to one of the rooms and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a handsome man, not as handsome as Long Aotian or those men, but enough.

She entered and threw herself into the man’s arms, looking meek and terrified.

‘She’s here! Can you deal with her?’

‘Of course. But are you sure about this?’ he asked her, holding her tightly.

She lowered her lashes uneasily, her lowered head so he didn’t see her expression, ‘I just want her to have a taste of her own medicine.’

‘Don’t worry. I will do as you ask. You will be fine.’ The man said reassuringly, kissing her quivering lashes.

‘You’re so kind…’ she said stroking his neck intimately.

‘Who else would I be kind to?’ he whispered, flames of desire lighting his eyes.

Ye Ling coyly blinked as she said, ‘No. I have to go back. I’ll expect your message.’

He nodded and left the room. Ye Ling watched him go down the corridor. Her expression turned from innocent to disgusted and contemptuous. She plucked out a silk handkerchief from her purse and wiped the places he had kissed. She threw the used fabric in the trash can and walked off without looking back. Her expression was haughty.

A toad that wanted to eat swan meat should look in the mirror first.

A few months ago, on a dark and windy night, she went to places she would never go. She was shocked by the squalor, but she found a man with empty eyes. (Zuben: This part is reaching so much, I dunno what the author was thinking)

‘You, are you alright?’ she asked cautiously. There was no response.

She inched closer, ‘Do you need help?’

‘Don’t be afraid,’ she said, ‘I’m a good person.’ (Zuben: ...who’s just wandering about looking for random men to be beholden to my heroine halo!)

She used a handkerchief wipe the dirt away from his face, (Zuben: as you do) and found underneath the grime was a handsome man. She smiled brightly, he would be of use to her.

With a soft delicate voice and twinkling obsidian eyes, she was like a fairy that had come down from heaven to save his soul.

On the night before the auction, she had called him – crying. She had been bullied by a vicious woman; his heart broke for her. He wanted to rush to her to comfort her,

“Don’t worry,” he told her, “I will take care of it.” While wondering, despite having such powerful men around her, they still didn’t take care of her. He had thought that with their strong backing, she should be well cared for, and he would be her knight in the shadows. But they didn’t help her when other women were riding on her head.

He would defend her.

 

197 Yingying YanYan

[The men had left her for a while, discussing business. Mo Yan looked around the glittering throng feeling bored]

…

Then someone bumped into her, and she could feel a cold fizzy wash on her arm.

‘Miss, I am truly sorry,’ a waiter said. In his hand, he had a tray that had an overturned champagne flute. The man looked petrified.

Mo Yan shook her head, ‘It’s fine. You carry on.’ She said.

He bowed and left.

It was the climax of the banquet; the guests were dancing so no one was paying attention as Mo Yan made her way out of the hall down the corridor to the toilets. Just as she entered, a sign was placed “Cleaning in Progress. Please Use Toilets on Level 2”

Mo Yan dabbed the champagne with tissues getting her damp sleeve as dry as she could. As washed her hand and checked her appearance in the mirror, she heard a strange sound. She looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary, but she felt a sense of foreboding. She picked up her handbag and made to leave, but as she grasped the handle. She was pulled back by a force. A pungent handkerchief covered her mouth and nose. She struggled violently, she could see her assailant in the mirror, it was the waiter who had just bumped into her. She cried out in horror and tried to struggle harder, but she didn’t have any power. She slumped like a doll. (Zuben: How did he enter without her knowing? Did he come through the sewer?)

‘Almost lost you. Fortunately, I’m ready for all eventualities.’ The man whispered. He leaned her dead weight against his body, as he took out a syringe full of a glimmering blood like fluid. He looked at her beautiful face in the mirror, her eyes were full of fear but still there was a glint of anger in them.

‘You’re really a fascinating vixen. I am almost bewitched by you, but don’t worry, someone will comfort you in a little while.’ He said before inserting the thin needle into her arm, and with a light push, the strange liquid was injected into her body. (Zuben: He did that well without a tourniquet)

The coldness of the liquid made her shiver, there was a sense of despair filling her, she had only been a step away. A Yuan, A Ye, Chen, Yi, Yu…where are you? (Zuben: Our psychic connection…is bad)

The man looked at his watch, and with a malicious smile he said, ‘Almost time. Let’s go, bad girl.’

 

198 Crisis

[He carried her with his arms under her shoulders and knees and put her head on his shoulder, so she would look like she was unwell. He went to the desk and requested a room impersonating a guest. He was quickly given a key card and he carried her to the lift.]

…

They walked down a quiet corridor to a room. With some manoeuvring, he held the card to the door and there was a gentle beep and click, and the door opened.

It was a nicely appointed room. The man looked around nodded.

‘Really luxurious. Pity, it would be ruined later.’ He threw her on the bed, and returned to the door to get the “Do Not Disturb” sign to hand outside the door.

He returned to the bed. Mo Yan was biting her lip to keep moans from emerging. Her eyes were flashing with anger, but there was a sheen of sweat on her face and she looked like she was struggling.

‘What do you think of the drug’s effect? You don’t have to worry. Cry and groan as much as you like…’ he said mockingly as he grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled hard, ripping the lovely dress in two. Her soft body was bared to the man’s gaze, and goosepimples rose from the sudden chill. Her nipples were covered with stickers, but they were harshly torn off. He tore her dress into strips and tied her arms to the bed. Her body was now defenceless.

He leaned over her and whispered, ‘Don’t worry, I’m not the one helping you out. After all, you’re dirty.’

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

‘It looks like your assistants are here.’

He went to open the door, looking surreptitiously down the corridor as four large muscled men entered the room.

When they saw her laid bare on the bed, their eyes flashed hotly. One of the men wanted to get started right away, taking off his pants, but the disguised waiter stopped him.

‘Wait a few more minutes, let the drug come into full effect, she’ll be fully willing then.’

‘I will not let you.’ Mo Yan said through gritted teeth. She had bitten her lip so hard blood seeped down the corner of her lips. Her eyes were bloodthirsty, but the drunk made her look misty eyed. She struggled with all her strength. (Zuben: No matter how much I bite my lip, I don’t think I can get blood out without gnawing)

The disguised waited grabbed her chin and sneered, ‘You have the gall to talk after you dare bully my woman.’

 

199 True Commotion

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Her nipples were erect like pink plums, and her willowy waist wriggled.

Her assailants pulled off her panties. They had been soaked in love juice. Her pubic mound glittered in the light. They could see her hole squirm and shrink due to the drug’s effects, and crystal-clear nectar poured out like dazzling pearls making the clam like lips look more delicate.

‘I’m going to…kill you!’

Though her words were cold, her voice was soft and delicate, she sounded childish. (Zuben: All those aphrodisiacs that Yi has been feeding her must be giving her some mental resistance.)

‘She’s still conscious. Little bitch, don’t struggle. Brother’s big cock will send you to the sky soon.’ One of the men said with a laugh. They stripped and grabbed her legs widening them as far as they could go.

Their meat sticks were hard already and already seeping precum.

(Zuben: Question: What happened to the super fancy hidden guards? Are they off duty today?)

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Glass splintered on the marble floor.

Xiao Muchen looked down at the wine glass that had slipped from his hand, shattered on the floor. There was a sense of unease in his heart. (Zuben: Psychic connection signal is now strong again!)

‘You…’ Zeyuan looked at him gravely, ‘Did you also feel that?’ (Zuben: You feel me in your psychic vision!)

Muchen nodded. He turned to look at the others scattered around the room, and they were already at alert, with unease in their eyes. (Zuben: Someone else is about to pork our sex doll. Oh no!)

They converged, ‘Let’s get a lounge.’ Hanyu said, and they all walked out of the banquet hall to a private lounge, dedicated for their use.

Once they entered, Muchen told their guard, ‘No one is allowed to disturb us,’ before shutting the door.

‘Ye, is the tracker on?’

‘Yes, just entering the password now.’ But his fingers were trembling as he did.

‘She’s still in the building: The 9^th floor.’ He told them.

‘When we come out, keep a low profile. We don’t want these people to find out we know in case the hurt Yan’er.’ Hanyu said cautiously. (Zuben: I thought Gong Qiye was the general?)

They walked out, seemingly leisurely, to the stair well. Guests who wanted to speak to them were stopped by their cold glares. At that moment, they felt like they wanted to blow away all these troublesome people.

‘Stop!’

 

200 Just in time

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‘Where are they?’ Qiye asked a hapless steward.

‘Ni-nine-fifty.’ He stammered.

‘Copy the card immediately!’

With a trembling hand, the steward quickly did as he bid.

‘Seal the 9^th floor. No one is allowed to go near 950.’

‘Have they moved?’ Zeyuan asked anxiously.

‘No, she’s still there.’ Qiye replied.

They raced to the 9^th floor and ran down the corridor. As they were running, Qiye pulled out three black pieces of metal from his clothes bag. (Zuben: I somehow doubt this cloth bag is explained in missing bits) He handled them deftly fitting them together with decisive clicks assembling a gun. He pulled off his diamond necklace and gently pressed against the pendant revealing a hidden slot with two bullets. (Zuben: How big are these bullets? Or more importantly, how big is this necklace?)

He quickly placed them in the magazine.

By the time he was done, they had reached room 950. Qiye looked at Hanyu. He fired at the door lock. The bullets were modified to penetrate reinforced glass, so the door was not an obstacle.  It broke open and they rushed into the room. (Zuben: Shwo! Much wow!)

The scene before them almost drove them crazy; their beloved was surrounded by these dirty men about to be desecrated. Qiye shot the man about to climb atop Mo Yan. The bullet punched through his knee, tearing through skin and bone, laming the man for life.

‘Ah, my leg!’ the man shouted as he collapsed to the ground holding his knee and blood spilled between his fingers.

Qiye pulled out a combat knife about to slit his throat, but Zeyuan stopped him. (Zuben: And it will make an even bigger mess)

‘We need to get information from them, we can kill them after.’

Situ Yi quickly untied Mo Yan, and wrapped her in the bed sheet. He was relieved to see there were no bruises on her skin. But his eyes alighted on the red needle prick in her arm. Anger flared in his eyes and he turned to glare at their captives,

‘What did you inject her with?’

‘It’s not us, it’s him,’ one of the burly men said pointing to a man dressed like a waiter, ‘She was drugged when we came in. Please don’t kill me!’

The man was furious. His plan had almost succeeded. It had been perfect. So why?! (Zuben: All the fucking connected them psychically)

Zuben: 

At this point, I am wondering if it is pointless to continue. I'm waiting for an angel to say 'I dunno what this stupid Zuben's problem is; this is it right here' and sends me a link. 'Cos I sure as hell don't have the mental capacity for this right now. 

And to the person who keeps commenting 'please update' and 'please complete'...😒stop it.

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