Stardust in the Moonlight: Little Wildcat, Don't Try to Run Away

Chapter 215 The bloody truth

morning.

I opened my eyes and looked at Mo Chen's sharp eyes.

Suffered.

I closed my eyes and turned over, facing away from Mo Chen.

"Go to sleep. I'll wait for you. I'm not going anywhere today. I'm always patient with you."

I vaguely remember the stupid things I did last night.

"You can still sleep with your ears so burned?"

Mo Chen pulled my ear.

I pushed Mo Chen's hand away. "I'm hot... I have a fever..."

"Yes, you are hot, but you don't have a fever." Mo Chen smiled in my ear. "You were so dizzy last night that your family doctor gave you a fever-reducing injection this morning."

Mo Chen's hand touched my forehead.

Forget it, there’s no way to avoid it!

I sat up, hugging the quilt and looking at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen sat up and wrapped his legs around me.

"Tell me, what happened yesterday? Why did you drink?"

"I suddenly felt bad last night for no reason. I wanted to sleep but couldn't, so I had a few drinks with the Empress. Then I didn't pay attention... I drank more and more, and I drank too much." I hugged the quilt with half of my face buried and looked at Mo Chen.

"Why are you in a bad mood?"

"I don't know, I just suddenly felt very irritable and anxious... everything made me feel annoyed..." I recalled the symptoms of anxiety in college.

"Why do you ask me if I will leave you?"

"Because... I fell asleep and had a nightmare... I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore... I was scared..." I looked at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen frowned. "What are you thinking about? How could you have such a dream? Have I ever neglected you before?!"

I shook my head.

Mo Chen looked at me and patted my head. "Don't drink anymore."

I nodded.

"Your drinking behavior is terrible!" Mo Chen pulled my ear unhappily, "You either want to hit someone or..."

Mo Chen paused.

I couldn't help swallowing. I was really drunk yesterday and actually did something like that...

I looked up at Mo Chen and smiled awkwardly, "Did I scare... you? Or..."

"No, I'm just worried. I don't know how you will act in front of others when you are drunk. So, in the future, don't drink!" Mo Chen looked at me seriously.

"I'm just not nice to you when you drink... I used to go to bed with my empress right after drinking..."

Mo Chen still looked at me very seriously.

"I won't drink anymore!" I surrendered.

"Tell me if you feel any discomfort! I'll accompany you and do other things to relieve your discomfort. Some emotional problems are beyond your control. Don't panic or be afraid if they occur. We'll take it slowly and everything will be fine." Mo Chen's voice softened. "I'm not afraid of being in trouble with you, I'm just afraid that something will happen to you when I can't see you."

I nodded seriously.

For several days, I didn't contact Hao Weiran.

I was really struggling inside.

My anxiety became increasingly severe, and I often felt dizzy and suffocated, making it increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on my work.

"Look at her, she looks dazed every day. How could she charm President Gong like that?"

"Yes! But the mistress must have used extraordinary means to get to the top! Maybe this sickly girl is someone else's means. She is an assistant and has no outstanding abilities. Look how much President Gong cares about her every day. Even President Li always pays attention to her."

"Alas! I think this is the kind of woman who is said to be the root of all trouble. She has no ability herself, but she still drags down powerful and outstanding men!"

"Yes, it is said that President Gong will not attend this important overseas international business meeting. He didn't say why, but everyone can see that it's because of this woman... Tsk tsk... If this continues, Gong Yi's family will be doomed..."

"Boss Gong is the same. He didn't want Boss Xia, who has a family and ability, but insisted on having a disabled person with only a pretty face! He can't even take her to a business meeting! He still has to take Boss Xia with him."

"Yeah! President Xia was bullied like this! His child was bullied to death... It's so infuriating."

This is a conversation I hear from time to time in the company. I can identify the protagonist without him or her being named.

I am sitting in the office.

What meetings has Mo Chen missed attending recently?

I had no idea, so I looked through my phone to see what recent business meetings I had.

My cell phone rang.

I opened the message.

Hao Weiran: [Give up?]

My hand stopped on the phone.

Hao Weiran: [Let’s go to your company tomorrow. We won’t investigate the matter any further, but we still need to continue the cooperation.]

Me: [Okay.]

… …

I spent the whole day in the studio, painting from morning until Hao Weiran came in the afternoon. It was a rare peaceful day without any anxiety symptoms. It seems that it is really time for me to leave the company...

"The painting you draw with your left hand looks almost the same as that with your right hand. It doesn't affect your performance." Hao Weiran looked at my work and turned to look at me.

"Well... my hand is broken, but my brain is not broken. However, I am still not very skilled with my left hand."

“It’s just a matter of time.”

I nodded.

“You should keep painting.”

I looked at Hao Weiran.

“I’m not painting.”

"You know what I mean. Staying beside Gong Yi Mo Chen as his assistant will not be of any benefit to your personal growth, except for satisfying his sense of security. You should have your own world."

My own world...Yeah, I really shouldn't keep wasting time on things I'm not good at.

I came back to my senses and looked at Hao Weiran, and found that he was also looking at me

"Then if Mr. Hao is satisfied with this work, we will continue to ask the designer to layout and start customizing the packaging style."

"can."

Hao Weiran left. I sat in the studio for a while. As soon as I walked out of the studio, I felt a chill.

I looked into the exhibition hall and saw two people standing in front of the works left by Senior Ji.

After Mr. Ji withdrew from the exhibition, he left behind my back painting. This was the only work on display in the entire exhibition hall.

I stopped and looked. The exhibition hall was open and it was normal for people to come in.

I just stepped towards the door.

"Nangong Rongyue."

I turned around and looked at the woman who called my name. She looked young and pretty, but her expression was not very natural. Her mouth corners were curled up in a half-smile, but there was no smile in her eyes. She looked like a fake person.

Even the woman's voice seemed to carry a hint of chilliness.

There was a man standing behind the woman, like a bodyguard, with a distant and... warning look in his eyes...

Two really strange people.

"Hello, I'm Nangong Jianing."

When I heard the name, my heart jumped and I turned to face them.

I wanted to find her but couldn't find her, and yet she appeared in front of me.

I looked at her to see what she would say.

"Time flies. You've grown up so fast. You're still so beautiful and talented. You're worthy of being a member of the Nangong family."

I frowned.

“I have nothing to do with the Nangong family.”

The woman curled her lips, her expression was very stiff. "No matter what, you have the blood of the Nangong family in your body. Otherwise, how could Gong Yidu want you to enter the Gong Yi family?"

Why mention grandpa?

"You never asked Gong Yidu why the Nangong family disappeared, leaving only you. And how did he know about your existence?"

After the woman said this, she looked at me and laughed even harder.

I have never asked my grandfather this question, but if this woman asks this question... could it be that she...

"That's right...it was me. I was the one who intentionally revealed your existence to Gong Yidu. I didn't expect that he would actually let his precious grandson marry you."

"It seems that Gong Yi Mo Chen is really obsessed with his parents!"

"What exactly do you want to say?!" I frowned and looked at Nangong Jianing.

"I want to say that no matter how capable the people of Gong Yi's family are, they still fell into the trap I set step by step!"

Nangong Jianing stared at me.

"If you want to blame someone, blame him because he is Nangong Xueqi's son. I will destroy everything related to Nangong Xueqi!"

"Shut up!" I stared at Nangong Jianing angrily.

The air between us seemed to drop a few degrees.

Nangong Jianing walked towards me and handed the document bag in her hand to me.

"Enjoy it."

I took the document bag.

"You are all just my toys."

"Stay away from my son. Otherwise, I will destroy you first!"

Nangong Jianing's last words were tinged with ferocity.

I looked at the heavy document bag in my hand.

When I looked up again, the people in front of me were gone, and there was only an empty exhibition hall.

I returned to the studio and opened the document bag.

It's a stack of photos.

I flipped through them one by one.

The people in the photo look like they are doing an experiment somewhere.

Then Mo Chen's parents appeared.

Mo Chen's mother was lying in what looked like a laboratory, and a woman was drawing her blood.

In a series of photos, Nangong Xueqi's expression became more and more painful, and her blood was being drawn out.

I've known that feeling.

In the later photos, Nangong Xueqi turned into a cat. Even as a cat, she was locked in the room and was very weak, but she still had her blood drawn.

I flipped through the photos quickly.

Then there were photos of Mo Chen’s father, who resisted, was beaten, and was locked in a room. Finally, there were a few photos of his gradually declining back.

I put the photo down and took a moment to relax.

I remembered the warm family portrait of a family of three that I saw in France, and then looked at the photo in my hand, there was a world of difference!

I took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in my heart, and continued watching.

The last photo is also a family photo.

A young couple stood behind the seated old man. The woman smiled happily and looked at the baby in the arms of the old man sitting in front of her. The man hugged the woman affectionately and also teased the baby in her arms.

A family portrait captured at the warmest moment.

When I saw this photo, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, because I saw my grandma and me.

At the same time, I recognized the young man and woman.

In the photo just now, there is the woman who was drawing Nangong Xueqi’s blood and the man who was holding Gong Yixunran.