Tian Xi hugged him heartbrokenly: “Baby, you’re not dirty, you’re not dirty at all.” Her entire being was filled with Mo Yehan, her heart aching unbearably.
Mo Qing, who had been beaten half to death: “!!!” What the hell? Didn’t Tian Xi see he was injured?
“Tian Xi, look at me! I’m about to be beaten to death by this bastard!” he shouted frantically.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Tian Xi suddenly grabbed a book and smashed it hard against his mouth: “Shut up! You’re the bastard! Your whole family are bastards!” Her ferocity showed no trace of her usual well-behaved girl image.
Mo Qing covered his mouth, crying and moaning in pain.
The dean weakly reminded from the side: “Student Tian Xi, isn’t this too violent?”
“Please don’t interfere. This is our personal matter with Mo Qing,” Tian Xi said calmly.
The dean immediately nodded: “Alright, I’ll leave now.” He realized staying would only bring trouble upon himself, so it was better to leave! Mo Qing on the ground was from the Mo family, and Tian Xi’s family background was no small matter either – this was far beyond what a mere dean could handle.
Watching the dean about to leave, Mo Qing cried out in pain: “Don’t go! What about me?”
“You deserve it.” Tian Xi pulled Mo Yehan away with her, asking gently as they walked: “Baby, does your hand hurt from hitting him? Do you need me to blow on it?”
Mo Yehan responded with a sweet, childish voice: “Mm, I need to. It hurts so much.” His eyes were filled with joy – his baby cared so much about him and liked him so much. He felt wonderful, extremely happy.
Mo Qing, lying on the ground unable to get up, spat blood: “Mo Yehan, I’ll definitely make you pay.”
…
In the secluded garden deep within the school.
Tian Xi was still gently blowing on Mo Yehan’s hand.
Mo Yehan’s ears turned slightly red, sensitive and shy, his breathing growing heavier: “Tian… Tian Xi.”
Tian Xi loved seeing Mo Yehan aroused by her, whispering: “So cute…”
How could the word “cute” be used to describe a boy?
Yet Mo Yehan was overjoyed to be called cute, his voice slightly hoarse: “Sis… sister, I can be even cuter.”
This was completely inconsistent with Mo Yehan’s usual cold image. If other girls at school saw this, they would be utterly shocked.
“Such a good little brother.” Tian Xi quickly leaned in and kissed him, covering his lips: “Good boy! A kiss as your reward.”
Mo Yehan’s face instantly flushed bright red, his hands unconsciously clenching, too excited to know how to respond properly.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Tian Xi asked softly: “Yehan, I have an apartment near the school. Shall we go there now?”
Mo Yehan’s eyes widened suddenly, seeming to understand her meaning but not entirely sure, his voice deep and hoarse: “Do you know what you’re saying?”
“You got aroused because of me, so I should take responsibility,” Tian Xi said sweetly, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
This moved Mo Yehan almost to tears, the corners of his eyes reddening: “I’m not that kind of beast. I can’t do that to you.”
He was actually someone with little desire, but somehow, ever since being with his Little Princess, even her lightest kiss could burn him.
“What if I like it when you’re beastly with me?” Tian Xi blushed, stamping her foot: “So annoying. In these matters, it’s always the boy who takes initiative. Why do I have to be the one taking initiative?”The moment she stood up, she was pulled into Mo Yehan’s embrace.
His hoarse whisper melted by her ear: “Little Princess, can I really do this?”
His voice was already choked with emotion.
“Don’t ask me,” Tian Xi bit her lip.
“Just…do…it.” Huff, this is so embarrassing. Even after living two lifetimes, saying such words still made her blush fiercely.
“Baby, could you go to the apartment first? I want to go home to get some clothes,” Mo Yehan asked softly.
“Tonight I want to be with you the whole time.” The boy’s words grew increasingly suggestive, making Tian Xi’s ears burn red. She was too shy to utter a single word in response.
Tian Xi went to the apartment first—a duplex spanning less than two hundred square meters, featuring a massive wardrobe filled with her various outfits. She selected a pink camisole nightgown and held it up against herself. Is it too pink? Will Yehan like it?
Meanwhile, as soon as Mo Yehan returned home, he saw five police officers threatening his mother.
His mother was pleading through tears, and upon spotting Mo Yehan, she cried out, “Son, run!”
Though unaware of what crime he was accused of, her protective maternal instinct kicked in, and she desperately blocked the officers.
An officer shoved the woman aside and turned to apprehend Mo Yehan.
Mo Yehan initially intended to resist, but seeing his mother restrained by the police, he shouted, “Don’t hurt my mother. I’ll go with you.”
Click!
Handcuffs clamped around his wrists.
The officer barked roughly, “Let’s go then.”
Wan Ting sobbed, “Yehan, what’s happening?”
“Mom, it’s okay. I’ll be back tomorrow,” Mo Yehan reassured her.
As the police forcibly dragged him away, he knew Mo Qing had reported him. He believed that if he cooperated fully and explained everything clearly, it would be fine. But his mother needed care, and his Little Princess was waiting for him.
“I need to make a phone call,” Mo Yehan stated, making a reasonable request.
Unexpectedly, the officer shoved him into the police car, snapping, “Enough nonsense. You have no right to make calls.”
Forced into the vehicle, Mo Yehan said coldly, “I study law. I have the right to make a phone call.”
No sooner had he spoken than Mo Qing, who had been waiting in the car, emerged with a sinister grin. He raised a baseball bat and slammed it hard against Mo Yehan’s head. “Call my ass! You’re done for!”
Instantly, the world spun around Mo Yehan. Blood oozed from his head, covering his eyes and filling his vision with crimson. Before losing consciousness, his lips moved weakly, murmuring Tian Xi’s name.
The sound of “Tian Xi” enraged Mo Qing further, who struck again with the bat. “You bastard aren’t worthy of saying Tian Xi’s name! This time, I’ll make sure you rot in prison for life!”
…
Back at the apartment, Tian Xi finished her shower, changed into the nightgown, and lit lily-scented incense. Her heart raced as she waited for Mo Yehan, but as dusk deepened into night, he still hadn’t arrived.
Her heart sank.
Recalling the incident at school during the day, she realized that Mo Qing, with his vicious and cunning nature, would never let Mo Yehan off easily.
She quickly dialed Mo Yehan’s number, but the call was answered by a weeping woman: “My son has been taken by the police.”
This must be Mo Yehan’s ailing mother. Tian Xi immediately jumped out of bed, threw on outdoor clothes, and took a taxi to Mo Yehan’s home.
She found the courtyard gate wide open, where an exceptionally beautiful but frail woman sat crying, her voice hoarse from sobbing.
Tian Xi approached her. “Auntie, are you okay?”Wenting stared at her, dazed and transfixed: “I know you. You’re the girl Han Ye has a crush on.”
Then, she tightly grasped Tian Xi’s arm, “Please, I beg you, save my Han Ye.”
“Auntie, don’t worry, I will save Han Ye. Could you please get up first?”
Tian Xi helped Wenting into the room, where the aunt grabbed a small box from the table and poured out a handful of pills, swallowing them: “I can’t have an episode. I need to stay clear-headed. I need to wait for my son to come home.”
A handful of pills—dozens of them.
Even without knowing much about medicine, Tian Xi knew one shouldn’t take so many pills at once. She intervened: “Auntie, please don’t do this. Let me take you to Han Ye, alright?”
A look of delight spread across Wenting’s beautiful face: “Okay, okay.”
…