Chapter 62.1
The guests were attracted by the sudden appearance of a black-clothed young man walking into the banquet, bruises littering his face . Even so, he was still good-looking .
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Lan Yiyang took a look at the well-decorated hall and then turned to the layered cake . The corner of his mouth twitched before he ridiculed coldly, “Birthday, huh? Ah, I’m sorry, stepmother . I didn’t prepare a present . ”
Li Yan quickly put down the knife to rush worriedly to Lan Yiyang’s side . “Yiyang, why are you hurt again? Are you alright?”
The surrounding guests nodded . Li Yan was truly a great woman, giving birth to such a sensible son and even taking her stepson as her own .
As for Lan Yiyang, he couldn’t really be compared to Lan Binglin . He got into fights and caused trouble every single day, and even dared to be so impolite to his mother, so mannerless .
Lan Yiyang was already used to the disdainful gazes levied on him, so he tugged his arm from her grasp and said, “I’m fine . You don’t have to be too happy . ” Translated by The Novelst
“Lan Yiyang! How could you speak like that?” A man in a white suit spoke forcefully . The sides of his head were covered in white hair but his face didn’t look so aged .
He looked at Lan Baifeng . He snorted and made his way to the stairs . Until he disappeared to the corner of the staircase, he kept Mu Rulan’s figure in the corner of his eye .
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Mu Rulan was peacefully smile like usual, inspecting the champagne inside her glass like she had no thoughts on what had just happened .
Lan Binglin was standing to the side watching his brother’s figure disappear up the stairs . He smiled disdainfully before shifting his gaze to Mu Rulan . “That reminds me . Did Rulan and Yiyang fight?”
Previously they had looked very close . She had even gone to the hospital to visit him, and then they had been patients at the same hospital . But no one knew what had happened as they were no longer the same as before .
“A fight?” Mu Rulan seemed surprised to hear the word, blinking at Lan Binglin . “Why do you ask that?”
“Aren’t you fighting?” He stared at her, like he was trying to suss her out . Was it his misunderstanding? Mu Rulan wasn’t close with Lan Yiyang after all?
Mu Rulan smiled but did not answer . There was no need for her to answer such a private question .
Lan Binglin saw that she had no intention of explaining, so he furrowed his brows slightly but said nothing .
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Ke Wanqing saw the two talking from her corner . She was pleased but felt she should give Mu Rulan a warning . Once the Lan Family helped them out, she shouldn’t hang too closely with Lan Binglin, in case they accidentally did fall for one another . Ke Wanqing did not want that to happen .
The banquet continued on and Mu Rulan grabbed another glass before walking to the garden . She sat on a white swing hung on a tree and began to swing herself .
She stared into the sky and spaced out for a moment before reading through her messages and deleting some .
When she saw the messages from Mo Qianren, her hand came to a stop . The dialog box asking her to confirm deletion hovered on her screen . She wanted to delete them, but something was making her hesitate . What was she to do?
So the nothing-to-do Miss Mu sent another message to Mr . Mo .
Mo Qianren was seated before a window, a document on his leg and his phone on top of that . The phone lit up to show nothing too exciting: just his first time conversing with someone else .
He was actually someone that disliked sending messages . It was a waste of time and hard to get his message across clearly . If someone sent him a text, he would usually just respond with a call . He hated to waste time by typing words one by one .
So this was the feeling of texting back and forth . Mo Qianren suddenly felt as though he had been greatly enlightened . No wonder those people he had thought stupid in the past would waste their time sending texts and calling each other to chit-chat . Sometimes the written word could express more than spoken language .
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But why would he want to exchange texts with the person he was investigating? Was it because his subconscious was focusing too closely on Mu Rulan, so he was trying to analyze her texts now?
Mo Qianren was deep in thought when his phone buzzed .
——Have you solved the final puzzle of the case yet?
The final puzzle was where Mo Qianren was stuck . How had she led Wang Qiang to step into those self-prepared traps? And what had she used to force him into that, and what had he done so wrong that Mu Rulan wanted to kill him?
Mo Qianren stared at the message for a while before responding .
——It won’t take too long . Translated by The Novelst
Mu Rulan could picture his face: cold and full of confidence . Her smile widened .
——Is that so? Do you want me to give you a hint? If you still can’t find any clues, soon enough the police will lift the ban on accessing the scene right? Can you see things that can’t be seen with eyes?
Mo Qianren stared at the message and remained silent .
Lan Yiyang sat at the windowsill of his room, facing the garden . He looked down and came to be still .
He saw a young girl under the tree, smiling and beautiful as usual . But that person had actually used such a gentle tone to convey such cutting remarks, each sharper than a knife, tearing his heart apart .
It was something he couldn’t accept . The higher his hopes were, the larger the disappointment was and the bigger the damage . Mu Rulan was much more horrible when compared to that mother and son . She had deceived him, letting him believe he was finally ascending upwards but having him fall into a quagmire instead .
Lan Yiyang stared at her with a dark face . Just as he was about to turn so as to not look at her face any longer, he saw a drunk man ambling towards the large tree . His gaze turned vicious .
Proofread by: Hannah