Chapter 94: The Cold War
Chapter 94: The Cold War Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated Huo Mian saw what was happening. She took a deep breath, walked over and said, "Alright, if this is the case, I will put it out there. The culprit who hit my brother had something going on in his family. You probably didn't know that I was going to sue them, but the lawyer said there's no need anymore. The culprit was taken away by the Ministry of Transportation. His high-profile parents were detained and are being investigated by the Ministry of Finance. I don't need to sue anymore." "So?" Qin Chu asked, looking at Huo Mian intently. "I don't believe this was a coincidence or karma. I think someone had their hands behind all this. I can't think of anyone other than you." "If you already made up your mind and think it was me, then why bother asking? Don't you already have your answer?" "I just want to hear you say it." Huo Mian was getting a little emotional. "Yes, I asked someone to do it. Isn't it better this way? Otherwise, you wouldn't win the case. Do you know how ridiculous you are?" With his head down, Qin Chu took a lighter out from his pocket and fiddled with it in his hands. "I know it's ridiculous and I know you did this for my own good. But Mr. Qin Chu, in the future would you please give me a heads-up before you do nice things for me? I prepared all the materials for the lawsuit like an idiot." Qin Chu slowly lifted his head and glared at Huo Mian, "I thought you would be happy that I did this." "You didn't do anything wrong. Those people deserved it, but I have the right to know what's going on. I don't want to be like an ignorant child, and you don't need to pretend to be my savior, okay? You can't save me. You couldn't save me seven years ago, and you can't now either." After she finished talking and before Qin Chu could say anything, Huo Mian turned around and went upstairs, leaving him no chance to open his mouth and respond. Looking at that delicate figure from behind, Qin Chu's eyes filled with loneliness… Then he thought aloud to himself, "Mian, I just thought, if the world lacks justice, I will become the justice you need." Unfortunately, Huo Mian didn't hear this… In fact, the relationship between two people can be very complicated. People have different personalities, and therefore misunderstandings occur frequently. There are some words that if left unsaid, one wouldn't understand. There are some words that even if said, one still wouldn't understand. There are also words that even unsaid, one would still understand. Qin Chu thought that he could make that decision by himself for Huo Mian's good, but Huo Mian thought like she had been left in the dark. His actions hurt her self-esteem. Huo Mian went to her room but couldn't sleep the entire night. She wasn't in a good mood either. The next morning, she got up at 6 AM for work to avoid seeing Qin Chu. But she still bumped into him in the living room. "You're up early." Qin Chu was in a white shirt, holding two glasses of milk in his hands. "Yeah," she said, clearly trying to breeze past him. "Have some breakfast before you leave." "No, I'm not hungry." Huo Mian opened the door and walked out. - First Hospital - Huo Mian helped discharge Zhixin from the hospital and then got him a cab home. "Mom, the doctor said Zhixin still needs to rest for a month. I told the school already. It will probably be hard work taking care of him. Make him some ginseng soup to help him recover." "I know. Do I really need you to tell me this?" Yang Meirong said dryly. "Sis, have some food before you leave. I want to have lunch with you." Zhixin sowed a smile full of sunshine. "Raincheck, I still have things to do at the hospital. I'm going back to work, and I will visit you during my break." After she finished speaking, Huo Mian walked out. Yang Meirong followed her out. This was an abandoned suburban area in C city. There were a lot of bungalows here for ordinary people to live in because it hadn't been developed yet. After Huo Mian's grandparents passed away, Yang Meirong, their only child, inherited the property. It was a small courtyard house. It had east and west wings and an old elm tree by the front of the door. Although the house was old and broken, it was neat and clean. Yang Meirong made a living by running a little grocery store in the shed by the door. They lived here for many years. Huo Mian was nostalgic towards this place. "Wait up, I have something to ask you," Yang Meirong chased after her, shouting from behind.