The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 161 - 134

Zhou Yuwei slapped away his hand and pursued him with a livid face, "Chu Yang, when do you plan to carry out the plan? I can’t stand it anymore. I must bring her down from the clouds, crush her into the dust, and make sure she can never rise again."

Zhou Yuwei twisted her face, staring fiercely at the floor beneath her feet, twisting her toes fiercely as if she was stepping on Lan Tian, the object of her envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Who has wronged you? Tell me, and I’ll stand up for you." Chu Yang glimpsed Zhou Yuwei’s fierce face and malicious eyes, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, his smile deepened, and he moved over to hug her, heading towards the adjacent sickbed.

Lord knows which Military Wife is going to suffer again. This isn’t the first or second time Chu Yang has done this; he has a lot of experience by now.

"Who else if not that Lan Tian? Today, I went to the Military Building and found out that she had gone to study at Jingli First Middle School. Do you know? That’s Jingli First Middle School, not just any ordinary high school. It facilitates direct progression to university, on par with Jing University, ranked among the world’s top schools. How does a country bumpkin like her deserve to study there? Why?"

In front of Chu Yang, Zhou Yuwei screamed frantically without any image.

Unexpectedly, it is a pleasant surprise; she has the talent to get admitted into Jingli First Middle School. It figures; such a beautiful girl couldn’t just have her looks; no wonder he liked her, both beauty and talent coexist.

"Are you going to help me or not? If not, I’ll do it myself."

Chu Yang held Zhou Yuwei’s face passionately, his tone dripping with tenderness, "Why are you upset? There is an opportunity right now. She has gone to study in Shanghai, which is a perfect chance for you to get close to Mo Junhua."

Zhou Yuwei’s eyes lit up, then dimmed again.

"What’s the use? Mo Junhua won’t let me get close to him, and his sister Chunhua guards me like a thief. I have no chance to approach him."

Zhou Yuwei was no fool; despite her actions, she had her moral boundaries and wouldn’t override the military’s discipline.

"Clinging to him shamelessly and stirring up trouble will reflect poorly in the military; he is a national hero, the military won’t do much to him, but me, coming from a small place with no power or status, if something happens, I have no one to rely on, and the military will be the first to dismiss me."

Chu Yang was rather impressed by Zhou Yuwei; she still had some brains, not completely blinded by love, making her easier to manipulate.

"Don’t worry, kick up a fuss this time, I’ve got your back, the military wouldn’t dare dismiss you."

Zhou Yuwei looked at him incredulously, "Really? You’re not using me as a scapegoat, are you? After the incident, will you throw me under the bus to take the blame?"

Chu Yang seemed angry, letting go of Zhou Yuwei and sitting down on a nearby chair.

"I’m standing up for you, yet you doubt my intentions. Given my family background, do I need to bother with a countryside boy like him? Mo Junhua could strive his whole life and still not reach my current status, and it’s all for you. If that’s the case, forget it; consider it unsaid, and don’t come to me with your grievances in the future, as this is what you wish for."

Chu Yang spread his hands, indicating he could do nothing to help.

Zhou Yuwei thought for a moment, then stared at Chu Yang’s face and asked, "You really have my back, and they won’t dismiss me?"

Chu Yang nodded.

"Then will it affect Mo Junhua?" Until now, Zhou Yuwei still cared about Mo Junhua, worried that this might impact his future prospects.

Chu Yang scoffed coldly; this woman was greedier than men, trying to have her cake and eat it too; no such luck exists in the world.

"Yuwei, you need to recognize a fact. If Mo Junhua is really outstanding, he wouldn’t end up with you. Let me tell you the truth, there are some senior leaders who have taken a liking to Mo Junhua and want to promote him. Do you know why? Because their families have daughters."

Zhou Yuwei was stunned by the news Chu Yang revealed; someone else was competing for Mo Junhua? And it’s the daughters of the leaders, not some country girl like Lan Tian; Zhou Yuwei would have to step aside and make room.

"How can this be?" Zhou Yuwei, feeling desperate, grabbed Chu Yang’s shirt like a drowning person clinging to the last straw, "Help me, Chu Yang, help me."

"If you just follow the plan, with such an incident, who among the leaders would still want him except you?"

Zhou Yuwei released her grip on Chu Yang’s shirt and collapsed onto the ground, her face pale, "What if he finds out... he will hate me forever."

"Then you just wait for him to be snatched away by another woman!"

Zhou Yuwei’s expression turned ashen as she stared blankly at the ground. Chu Yang glanced at her, a hint of mockery flashing through his eyes.

After sitting for a while, Zhou Yuwei suddenly looked up at Chu Yang, her lips quivering as she asked, "What about Lan Tian?"

"Don’t worry about her; I have other plans for her. Let me warn you, she is the woman I have my eyes on. Apart from me, I won’t allow anyone else to have designs on her. Do you understand? If I find out you’re scheming behind her back, you can forget about Mo Junhua for the rest of your life."

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Granny Lin and Grandpa Lin learned from their grandson Lin Guohao that Miss Lan Tian got into Jingli First Middle School all on her own, with full marks in every subject. They bought firecrackers and set them off at the entrance, drawing neighbors from all around to see what was happening and to ask what the occasion was.

It wasn’t a holiday or festival, so why were there firecrackers going off? Could it be that the Mo Family had another important guest?

Granny Lin told everyone she met that Lan Tian had gotten into Jingli First Middle School and that they were setting off firecrackers to celebrate. The neighbors, who recognized the girl from her last visit – the one personally received by Mr. Mo – came to offer their congratulations.

Then they inquired about the young girl’s background. The people living in the Mo Mansion were as tight-lipped as clams, shaking their heads and saying they didn’t know, only that she was favored by the elder Mr. Mo who had specifically instructed them to take good care of her. Nothing more was said.

All this secrecy only heightened their curiosity.

Lan Tian was leisurely reading a book in the tea room on the second floor, studying the Mo Family Acupuncture Technique given to her by Old Mr. Mo. She hadn’t had time before and had just briefly skimmed through it before stashing it in her Sleeve Universe.

Now with time on her hands, she took it out to read, with Spiritual Tea brewing on the side table and a peach in hand, enjoying her simple, pleasant life.

Downstairs, Grandpa Lin called Mr. Mo to share the good news. Mr. Mo, in Beijing, was thrilled to hear that Lan Tian had gotten into Jingli First Middle School by herself, laughing heartily and repeatedly saying, "Good, good, good, truly worthy of being a descendant of the Mo Family."

This caught the attention of Wu Zongyu who kept looking over.

"Is the girl at home?" Mr. Mo asked.

"Miss Lan Tian is upstairs reading. I’ll go call her down, please hold," Grandpa Lin put down the phone and walked upstairs.

"Miss Lan Tian, it’s a call from the elder Mr. Mo, would you take it?" Grandpa Lin knocked on the door of the tea room and looked at Lan Tian inside.

Lan Tian placed the book on the tea table, stood up, and followed him downstairs.

"Is it from great-grandpa?"

"Yes, Mr. Mo heard you got into Jingli First Middle School and is very happy. He specially called to congratulate you!"

Lan Tian listened calmly to Grandpa Lin’s incessant chatter.

"I’ve been with Mr. Mo for decades, and I’ve never seen him this happy or laughing so heartily. When he took my grandpa as a disciple, he didn’t laugh this much; when he was promoted to National Doctor, he didn’t laugh this much, either. But since Miss Lan Tian arrived, Mr. Mo smiles a lot more and talks more. He seems to be much more spirited."

Grandpa Lin felt all this was thanks to Lan Tian.

"Great-grandpa," Lan Tian approached, took the phone, and called out in a calm manner.

"Girl, I heard you got into Jingli First Middle School; I’m so happy for you. Anything you want, tell grandpa, and I’ll bring it from Beijing for you," Mr. Mo spoke energetically and loudly. Through the receiver, Lan Tian felt a buzzing in her ears and slightly pulled the phone away. After Mr. Mo finished laughing, Lan Tian spoke.

"That’s good, how are you doing in Beijing? I heard you had a car accident just after arriving. How are you feeling? Any injuries? Did you go to the hospital for a checkup? You’re not young anymore, you can’t just tough things out like you used to. You’ll only suffer later on."

Lan Tian had never spoken so much before, but Mr. Mo was pleased with her concern, laughing so that the wrinkles on his face deepened, gesticulating with his hands and feet, unconcerned whether Lan Tian could see him or not.

"I went to the hospital for a checkup, it’s nothing serious. Who would have thought this would happen? I was initially shocked; it was just the car being hit. It’s not a big deal, don’t worry, girl. Besides, I have the bracelet you gave me, I wear it all the time!" Mr. Mo touched the peach wood beads bracelet on his wrist, remembering Lan Tian’s words to him before he left, telling him to definitely wear the bracelet when he went to Beijing.

After the car was flipped and thrown out, no one else in the car saw, but Mr. Mo did; the bracelet emitted a faint glow. It happened so fast he initially thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Only afterwards did he find it odd.

The police officer inspecting the scene had said that based on how the car was thrown, there was no chance anyone inside could have survived, as after it hit the ground, it was smashed to bits, and then a truck above fell onto it, shattering the corpses inside.

But they had all survived, with only one or two people seriously injured, Mr. Mo and Wu Zongyu only had minor scrapes and a concussion, were hospitalized for observation, and then discharged.

"As long as you’re okay, keep wearing the bracelet. Also, tell me your address in Beijing, I’ll send you some tea leaves. It’ll be good for calming your nerves when you have some free time," Lan Tian spoke softly.

Mr. Mo’s smile almost reached his ears upon hearing this. His nephew Mo Yuanle wasn’t wrong – this girl had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. If someone treated her well, she was uneasy until she had repaid them in some way.

"Alright, wait while I ask for the address. Don’t hang up." Mr. Mo had already put the receiver down; Lan Tian patiently held the phone waiting.

Grandpa Lin nearby wanted to remind them that the address was written in a letter from the second young master last time. But seeing Miss Lan Tian cute and obediently waiting on the phone, he ultimately remained silent.

He decided to let the grandfather and granddaughter figure it out themselves.

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