He wanted to maintain the deanor of a gentleman, not peering at things he shouldn’t, but just then Lan Tian turned his head, and Mo Junhua saw...
Damn it!
He wasn’t sure if this curse was directed at the people outside or at himself.
It truly tested his willpower greatly.
This was the only thought in Mo Junhua’s mind; life had beco unbearably stifling. Having a wife felt even worse than not having one!
Struggling to divert his gaze outward, he needed other matters to shift his focus, the chaotic scenes outside were just right for that.
Lan Tian, unaware of Mo Junhua’s frustrations, tilted his head and watched the drama unfold, calculating that the effects of the drug on the people outside were about to wear off.
In the ’90s, the mainland kept conservative values, a divorce could stain a reputation for years. The scandal involving Zhou Yuwei was not rely ’violating customs’; it was shockingly disgraceful.
Lan Tian thought these people would have a hard ti accepting this, yet surprising the expectations, the reporters, with flushed faces and serious expressions, kept shooting photos, their inner thoughts unknown.
Lan Tian wasn’t bothered by the offensive spectacles, he glanced at Chu Yang, then at Ah Yong, and then at Zhou Yuwei.
The reporters maintained professional integrity; none stepped forward to take advantage.
Mo Junhua’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot; he covered Lan Tian’s eyes with his hand—best not to see these filthy scenes and risk tarnishing the girl’s eyes.
Lan Tian: "..."
Thinking that covering her eyes ant she couldn’t see, Lan Tian’s Divine Sense was not rely for show, it was a Divine Artifact capable of killing, arson, and spying.
Lan Tian guessed, even if so harbored despicable thoughts, in the presence of so many colleagues, they wouldn’t act. Lan Tian didn’t believe these sharp reporters couldn’t spot what was wrong; they just pretended ignorance.
At that mont, another group burst in, seeing the scene inside, everyone froze like wooden chickens. The leader quickly regained composure and imdiately started to clear the room.
Those sly reporters, seeing new people coming in, scurried out quickly; if they didn’t flee now, they wouldn’t be able to later. They had caught everything they needed for tomorrow’s headlines.
The stubborn ones were still questioning why they were being expelled. They were reporters, they had the right to report the news, so even threatened to sue. Lan Tian thought these reporters must have had their brains caught in a door, blind to the reality, wondering how they ever beca reporters.
The middle-aged leader waved, and several brawny n escorted the reporters to the hall; the reporters kept shouting, probably ignored by the others, their one-sided complaints soon died down and they ntioned leaving, presumably the strong n weren’t allowing them to go. The noise outside was intense.
As if they could actually leave—they had so many negatives in their caras, these people would definitely want them back. Seeing how organized and thodical they were, they likely held so significant status.
And among those in the room with significant status was Chu Yang, dressed in his uniform.
"Quick, pull the young master away."
The middle-aged man’s face looked terrible. Just a few minutes late and the young master had been embroiled in such a setup. Among the grandsons, the old master valued Chu Yang the most; he was the hope of the Chu Family. If today’s incident wasn’t handled well, just thinking of the old master’s thods sent chills down the middle-aged man’s spine.
"Keep a tight watch on those reporters outside, not even a fly should escape. Retrieve the negatives from their caras for ."
Two n prepared to pull Chu Yang away, and one went out to convey the middle-aged man’s commands. Just then, another group barged in, and the middle-aged man cursed "useless..." but held back his remaining words upon seeing the incoming soldiers.
What were the soldiers doing here?
He glanced covertly at another person... could it be...
Su Qing, Zhang Tian, and several others rushed in and, seeing the trio on the bed, paused mid-step, their breathing intensifying. They hoped the battalion commander wasn’t inside, otherwise, they might have to resort to silencing witnesses.
Su Qing was all talk; seeing such a scene, her face turned as red as a monkey’s butt and she imdiately turned away, followed by the other soldiers.
Zhang Tian, however, remained calm, even walking over to the bed to look. Fortunately, the battalion commander wasn’t there. He breathed a sigh of relief internally and calmly walked back to the doorway, giving Su Qing a look before both headed to the living room.
The battalion commander wasn’t there, but Chen Lian was, and since they were from the sa troop, Su Qing and Zhang Tian felt obligated to intervene. Zhang Tian stayed behind with his n, while Su Qing headed to the hall to borrow a phone - those reporters dared not speak up, complaining about why that big-headed soldier could leave. Naturally, the brawny n didn’t dare to stop Su Qing, especially since when they weren’t allowed in earlier, they had drawn their guns without a word.
As the effects of the drug wore off, Zhou Yuwei’s consciousness slowly returned. Seeing the room filled with strangers, a sense of secret joy arose within her—it was Lan Tian’s downfall, caught publicly in such a compromising situation. With such leverage, how could she continue to live with any dignity?
From now on, Mo Junhua would be hers.
Thinking this, she subconsciously searched for Mo Junhua. He should have received her ssage and co by now.
Looking around, she didn’t see Mo Junhua. Instead, she saw herself unclothed, with two similarly unclothed n beside her. There was no mistaking what had happened. Pulling a sheet around herself, she began to scream frantically.
How could this happen? How could this happen? How could it have turned out to be her? Where was that wretched Lan Tian?
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