usatvline Chapter 516 The Blind Girl Bound by Gratitude (9)
Chapter 516 The Blind Girl Bound by Gratitude (9)
Before Qin Mo'er could finish speaking, she was stopped by a voice.
"You're so interested in other people's eyes, are you going to switch careers and become a doctor? Should I ask them to hire someone else to replace you?"
It was Fu Hanji who spoke.
His voice was always flat and devoid of emotion.
But at this moment, a hint of coldness and desolation could be heard in that languid voice.
The atmosphere in the private room instantly became tense, and everyone silently looked at Fu Hanji.
His cold, handsome eyes were slightly lowered, making it impossible to discern the emotions within them.
The noble aura emanating from him was tinged with a sinister undertone, sending chills down one's spine.
Qin Mo'er's face turned deathly pale instantly:
"No, no, Dr. Fu, you're joking. I was just asking casually."
She gave an awkward smile, trying to ease the tension.
But the stares of the crowd still made her face turn pale and then red.
Although Fu Hanji was aloof, this was the first time he had ever publicly humiliated someone like this.
It's unclear whether he found her constant questioning too annoying or genuinely believed she wanted to change careers.
Surely this isn't a joke.
Or perhaps it was to help Mu Zhou out of a predicament?
That's unlikely; he's not that kind of person.
Qin Mo'er didn't know why Fu Hanji suddenly spoke up.
She hung her head, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
Someone then cracked a few more jokes, which changed the subject and led to other topics.
Mu Zhou looked gratefully in Fu Hanji's direction.
She pursed her lips slightly, revealing a genuine expression of gratitude.
Whether Fu Hanji saw it or not, she was grateful for his intervention.
Fu Hanji naturally didn't miss her thank-you note.
But he quickly looked away, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip.
Not only did he see it, but Lanze saw it too.
He then realized that Qin Mo'er's question had been a burden for Mu Zhou.
It was Fu Hanji who helped her out of that predicament.
Not him, the husband.
He not only ignored Mu Zhou's plea for help, but also presumptuously facilitated the offense.
Lan Ze looked at Mu Zhou with a complicated expression in his eyes.
Seeing that Mu Zhou was quietly eating the soup in front of her, for the first time, she took the initiative to pick up some food and put it in front of her.
Mu Zhou noticed his movement and couldn't help but turn her head to "look" at him, raising an eyebrow in surprise:
"Thank you."
Polite yet distant.
Lan Ze felt uneasy.
He didn't like Mu Zhou's formulaic treatment of him.
*
After the newcomers toasted each other, and since they were all colleagues and academic high-achievers, they inevitably started talking about work, and once they got into the discussion, they got a little carried away.
Regarding one of their recent studies, Lan Ze and Qin Mo'er seem to hold opposing views.
The two seemed to have conflicting views during the discussion, yet they also displayed a strange familiarity that made it difficult for others to interject.
However, Mu Zhou couldn't understand any of what they were discussing.
The original owner had once thought about learning more about Lan Ze's work so that they could have more in common.
Her bookshelf still contains many books on Lanze's research.
However, these were only superficial understandings, and it was still difficult to communicate with Lanze.
She eventually gave up.
Mu Zhou listened to their discussion silently.
She was sitting right next to Lan Ze, so close to him, yet there seemed to be an invisible chasm separating them.
Even his voice seemed to have become unpredictable.
Mu Zhou quietly got up, grabbed his white cane, and left the private room.
She remembered that the restroom was right outside the private room.
Lan Ze, engrossed in academic discussions, was unaware of Mu Zhou's departure.
Someone else noticed.
*
After leaving the restroom, Mu Zhou did not go directly back to the private room.
She remembered that when they arrived, there was a small terrace right after they got off the elevator, and they sat there for a while before going into the private room.
At that moment, she found the terrace by following her memory.
She sat down and let out a long sigh of relief.
It's as if the pressure and unease of being in the private room are being released.
She sat there quietly, the cool air from the air conditioner perfectly balancing the stuffy heat outside, and Mu Zhou gradually relaxed.
She no longer straightened her back, but instead slumped her shoulders slightly and rested her arms on the armrests of the woven chair.
Gradually, she rested her chin on her arm.
Then their cheeks were pressed against each other.
She slowly closed her eyes, savoring the tranquility alone.
The man standing not far behind her silently stopped and watched her quietly.
A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the strands of hair from Mu Zhou's forehead and revealing the serene contours of her face.
The wind lifted the hem of her light green floral dress, creating ripples at her ankles.
She rested her head on her arm, her graceful figure casually and languidly leaning against the woven chair, the light reflecting down and falling on her, enveloping her in a hazy glow.
Like an elf, she radiated a glow.
Fu Hanji just stared at her, his eyes churning with unseen undercurrents.
His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched slightly as he tried to suppress the itch in his fingertips. But the result of suppressing it was that the itch raged wildly in his heart.
He couldn't help but loosen his collar.
Fu Hanji knew that deep down he wanted to step forward and do something openly and honestly.
But reason told him he couldn't.
He is not qualified.
A chill instantly settled over his face, and a deep, dark light shone in his eyes.
Footsteps sounded behind him, but Fu Hanji did not turn around.
The man quickly stepped forward.
It is Lanze.
Lan Ze saw Mu Zhou resting with his eyes closed not far away, then looked at Fu Hanji, whose expression was subtle, and frowned.
Just as he was about to speak, Fu Hanji said in a deep, cold voice:
"You shouldn't ignore her like this."
Fu Hanji did not look at Lan Ze; his gaze remained fixed on Mu Zhou the entire time.
Even after Lan Ze arrived, he did not restrain himself.
Lan Ze felt a sudden tightness in his chest as he listened to his ambiguous words and undisguised aggressive gaze.
He gritted his teeth and warned in a cold voice:
"She's my wife."
Fu Hanji curled his lips indifferently:
"Just remember."
He put his hands back into his trouser pockets and turned to leave.
Lan Ze stared intently at his retreating figure, his brows furrowed.
*
On the way back, Mu Zhou sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, not saying a word.
This was the first time Lan Ze couldn't stand the atmosphere.
In the past, Mu Zhou would always find various topics to talk about, never letting the scene become awkward or quiet.
He stopped at another red light and looked at Mu Zhou:
"Aren't you going to say anything? For example, why did you leave the private room without saying goodbye?"
The moment Lan Ze realized that Mu Zhou was not beside him, it was no exaggeration to say that his heart seemed to stop for a second.
He hurriedly got up to look for someone, only to see such a harmonious scene.
The petite girl dozed off against the chair, while the tall man stood silently not far away, watching over her.
Even now, the memory of that glaring scene still makes Lan Ze feel breathless.
But Mu Zhou, upon hearing his words, simply replied indifferently:
"Because I was bored, and I didn't understand what you were talking about, I won't participate in these kinds of situations again."
Lan Ze's breathing became slightly sluggish, and his chest suddenly began to ache.