The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 225 - 189: A Troublesome Little Demon

Mo Junhua shook his head; his body was burning up, an effect of certain woman always seducing him, causing his hormones to suddenly ferment; in the army, other than males, there were only males. Where would he have the chance?

Lan Tian was half-crouching in front of Mo Junhua, her silky smooth black hair cascading onto her chest, revealing her jade-like translucent neck. Mo Junhua’s eyes darkened, the urge he had just suppressed suddenly rebounded fiercely, irrepressible.

Today, Lan Tian was wearing a round-neck buttoned dress of clear blue. The weather was hot, and the topmost button wasn’t fastened, exposing her delicate collarbone. The scenery below her collarbone was faintly concealed within her dress.

A subtle fragrance filled his nostrils, mingled with the cool scent of Cha Hua. Mo Junhua swallowed hard, cursing inwardly, "That little temptress," yet his expression remained cool and composed, unfazed.

Dressed in blue, with raven-black hair, jadelike collarbones, a beauty. Her eyes, brows, and lips painted a deep ink-wash painting, moving one’s soul, captivating one’s spirit.

One squatting, one sitting. From Mo Junhua’s angle, he could glimpse the view beneath Lan Tian’s neckline.

His gaze had just shifted from her neck when he caught sight of this beautiful view, and the self-restraint he had gathered crumbled instantly. In that unspeakable place...

Pain and pleasure intertwined!

"I’m alright!" Gently pulling away the girl’s hand and rolling his wheelchair back a step, without the beautiful view or the subtle fragrance, Mo Junhua let out a sigh of relief even as a sense of loss washed over him.

Mo Junhua was not just a little odd, but very odd! On normal days, the person who hated leaving her side now rejected her closeness. It was highly unusual. Lan Tian narrowed her eyes at him, "Are you really okay?"

"I’m okay," said Mo Junhua, catching the girl’s clearly unconvinced eyes, he added, "The weather is hot, the temperature is high, so my body temperature is a bit elevated."

This excuse was plausible.

"But... your heartbeat is irregular." Lan Tian rarely showed such parental concern.

"Thinking about not needing a wheelchair in the future, I got excited. It’s only natural for my heartbeat to quicken."

Restraining himself too much caused his voice to become hoarse and low, startling Mo Junhua himself. Without a trace, he pulled his hospital gown down to cover a certain place.

Turning his wheelchair to the cabinet, he avoided Lan Tian’s probing gaze, picked up the teacup from the cabinet and drank. The cool tea calmed the commotion below his belly. After another sip, he suddenly remembered that the girl had just drunk from this teacup...

The two shared a teacup. It’s possible that he drank from the same spot she had, and although he knew the likelihood was small, he couldn’t help but think about it. His gaze fixed on it, his heartbeat accelerating once more, the cooling urge rebounding even more fiercely.

It was no longer manageable; he had to take care of it with his own hands.

Mo Junhua was acting strange, his heartbeat fluctuating, normal at times, and not at others. Even though he said he was fine, Lan Tian couldn’t force him to be examined.

"Girl, I’m hungry. Could you go to the canteen and buy me some buns?" he asked.

"Isn’t your leg healed? Go yourself." Lan Tian rolled her eyes, now he was ordering her to work, what a character.

"If you come and I start moving around, wouldn’t that tell others that you’re unusual? We need to take it slow. I already have an initial plan. Girl, I’m hungry," Mo Junhua, shamelessly, with dewy eyes, blinked at Lan Tian and started acting cute.

Acting cute is shameful!

"Fine, I’ll go buy them. Talk properly," she said, shaking off the goosebumps from her body and walking out. She turned her head back to look at Mo Junhua, feeling that he was trying to send her away.

Seeing Lan Tian looking back at him, Mo Junhua grinned foolishly, watching her leaving figure. He quickly stood up, crossed the room in a few steps to lock the door and dashed to the bathroom. Soon, a man’s hoarse and low murmurs came from within, interspersed with heavy breaths and the whispered murmurs of "Baby," "Baby," seemingly someone’s nickname.

...

The room smelled a bit strange. Lan Tian furrowed her brow slightly, her eyes glancing toward the bathroom where the off scent was stronger, yet she saw that the bathroom door was closed and the ward’s window wide open. Mo Junhua was lying leisurely by the window, reading a book.

"What did you do? Why is there a strange smell in the room?" In their previous life, the days they shared a room were few and far between. Afterward, Mo Junhua would sleep in the study, while Lan Tian, exhausted, would fall fast asleep. By the next day, after cleaning up, there wouldn’t be any odd smells. And for the next few decades, living a life of simple desires, they were even more oblivious to the smell of passion.

Mo Junhua’s broad back tensed, he glanced at Lan Tian and seeing her innocent and disdainful expression, he exhaled lightly.

"Where did that strange smell come from? You must be mistaken; the hospital only smells like disinfectant. I’m hungry, what kind of buns did you get?" Setting the book aside and looking at Lan Tian, he held his stomach as if he couldn’t bear the hunger, waiting for her buns.

"Eat up!" Lan Tian came over, handing him the buns. It was much better by the window; the strange smell wasn’t so strong. Lan Tian decided not to go to the shower area today.

Lan Tian had bought quite a few, a big package with five or six buns. Mo Junhua took the paper-wrapped package, opened it, picked up a bun, and offered it to Lan Tian first, "There are too many; we can’t finish them all, let’s eat together. Have you not been eating well these days? You’ve lost a lot of weight."

Lan Tian shot him a look, what kind of look was that? She had actually gained weight. Grandma Sun and Zhao Li both said she had been studying hard for exams and made different dishes every day to nourish her, even stewing soups with the Lingzhi and Spirit Ginseng that were grown in the backyard.

"I’m not hungry; I’ve eaten enough at home, not hungry right now." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Mo Junhua urged her a few times, but since Lan Tian really didn’t want to eat, he didn’t press it further and started eating the buns himself. Honestly, he was getting a bit hungry.

Lan Tian sat on the edge of the bed, picked up Mo Junhua’s book, and slowly flipped through it, "There’s something I need to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Mo Junhua looked up at her. The girl never discussed her matters with him; what was up today? He lowered his head and started eating a bun but felt inexplicably nervous, "What is it?"

"Chun Mei has arrived in Shanghai, do you know that?" Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua, flipping through the book pages nonchalantly without reading a single word.

He was scared to death, glad that she hadn’t brought up the topic of them splitting up. Hmm? Suddenly, he lifted his head to look at Lan Tian, his brow furrowing, "Chun Mei is here?"

Thinking of what Chun Mei did in his dreams, Mo Junhua felt a sense of foreboding, "Why is she here? Isn’t she looking after the shop back home? Who’s taking care of the baby?"

"She brought all three kids with her." Chun Mei was very astute; she wouldn’t have been allowed to come by herself, but with the kids, who would have the heart to complain if she brought an excuse?

"Where is she staying?"

"Aside from my place, Chun Mei knows other people in Shanghai, too." Lan Tian gave him a sidelong glance, retorting, well aware he pretended not to know. If relatives came visiting, Granny Sun, with her personality, wouldn’t let Chun Mei stay in a hotel; people in the village would talk behind her back.

Mo Junhua chuckled sheepishly, touched his nose, and looked at Lan Tian, then remembered the crux of the issue, "How did she know your family’s address?"

Lan Tian had been talking to him for half a day just to lead up to this question, she gently shook her head, "I have no idea. I heard Chun Mei say that someone in Shanghai sent her a letter, inviting her to come to Shanghai to have fun and left my home address. The letter didn’t include the writer’s name or address."

Mo Junhua finished his bun, grabbed a piece of paper from the bedside stand to wipe his mouth and hands, then pulled out a military knife from somewhere. He took an apple from the dish on the stand and started peeling it, with the apple peel curling into the dish. Once the apple was peeled, he sliced it into chunks suitable for Lan Tian to eat and handed them to her, eating the apple peel himself.

"Knowing Granny’s address and Mo Village means this person must be an acquaintance, someone who often visits Granny’s house, or has been there before. There are many who fit this description, Granny Lin and her whole family know it, and they’ve been living in Mujiapo for a few years now. Some people in the village also know a bit about the situation, not many, just a few families, most likely the ones that communicate more with Granny and uncles and aunts."

Lan Tian nodded then shook her head, "I’ve thought about this too, but it’s not very likely. If Granny Lin and her family were to write a letter, they would’ve done it long ago, not wait until now; and it’s not the villagers, they don’t have that kind of idle time. They might enjoy watching the bustle, but that’s about it. The most important thing is, they don’t know Chun Mei, so why would they write to her? It’s not them."

Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua, took the plate, and directly speared a piece of apple with the military knife to eat, "What purpose does that person have for bringing Chun Mei to Shanghai?"

"We don’t know their purpose yet, but for sure, it’s not good intentions. I’m afraid she’s targeting you, be careful when you go out from now on." Mo Junhua shook his head, glanced at the girl’s indifferent expression. Perhaps Lan Tian already had a candidate in mind.

Mo Junhua squinted, blocking out the blinding sunlight from the window and also hiding the sharp glint in his eyes. The person who wrote the letter clearly had ill intentions, and it was aimed at Lan Tian.

Not Granny Lin’s family, nor the villagers. Only a few people fit the description: Chunhua, Yanhua, Black Dog, and also Taohua—oh, and he almost forgot about Zhou Yuwei in the military.

Black Dog and the two others could be ruled out. They grew up with Lan Tian, always standing up for her. If anyone in the village said something bad about Lan Tian, the three would make sure to retaliate, so it’s impossible that they would do anything to harm her.

Chunhua was even closer to Lan Tian than her own sister; everything Chunhua has now was given to her by Lan Tian. To put it bluntly, if Lan Tian and Chun Mei had a falling out, Chunhua would definitely side with Lan Tian, so she wouldn’t do anything to hurt her either.

That left only Yanhua, Taohua, and Zhou Yuwei. Both Yanhua and Zhou Yuwei harbored animosity towards Lan Tian.

Zhou Yuwei clung to him like she had taken a Heart-Blinding Medicine, lacking understanding and discernment, constantly creating an illusion that the two had deep affections for each other. Whenever she had the chance, she would smear Lan Tian’s reputation, wanting to drive her out of the military.

Previously, Mo Junhua didn’t understand the reason, but after seeing the events from the dreams, he realized what was happening. Zhou Yuwei was someone seduced by vanity. In the dream, she might have loved him, but she loved more the glory and wealth he could provide. Ultimately, she fancied his potential and wanted to climb the social ladder.

Zhou Yuwei’s animosity was openly displayed; at least everyone knew that it was because of him that she despised Lan Tian.