Chapter 12 Plagiarism (6) Gu Moheng! This is illegal detention! ...

Over the next few days, a strange balance formed in the ward.

Gu Moheng became a silent shadow, unseen yet omnipresent.

Wen Chen went from initially speaking coldly to later becoming numb and indifferent.

Gu Moheng didn't speak, but simply set up the small table and placed the warm bowl of porridge and spoon in front of him. Then he retreated to his own "office area" to continue dealing with his business worth hundreds of millions.

Wen Chen hesitated for a long time, but the protests in his stomach and his body's instinctive craving for energy eventually made him give in. He finished eating expressionlessly and pushed the bowl aside. Gu Moheng would, during a break from work, time it perfectly and silently get up to clean everything up.

When the nurses came in to check on the patients and change their dressings, they couldn't help but glance at Gu Moheng a few more times, and then they would smile and say to Wen Chen, "Mr. Wen, your friend is really good to you."

Wen Chen's lips would tighten into a stiff line, offering neither explanation nor response. Gu Moheng, on the other hand, would raise his head, nod politely to the nurse, and miraculously, a faint, almost "gentle" expression would appear on his usually cold face.

He began to fight back in his own way.

He had Xiao Li bring him a tablet and professional books, and when he was awake, he would wear noise-canceling headphones to isolate himself in another world.

He read documents, replied to emails, and began sketching new design drafts on his tablet.

He treated Gu Moheng as if he were a piece of furniture that could breathe and move.

Gu Moheng seemed to realize his intention and stopped trying to talk to him, but his silent "intrusion" only intensified.

When Wen Chen read for a long time, his water glass would be quietly replaced with lukewarm water. If the room's air conditioning temperature changed slightly, the thin blanket he was covered with would be replaced with a thicker or lighter one. If he fell asleep with his headphones on, he would wake up to find his tablet neatly placed on the bedside table charging. And he would invariably be wearing a black cashmere cardigan, carrying a faint cedar scent, that belonged to Gu Moheng.

Wen Chen tried throwing the clothes on the ground.

The next time he falls asleep, it will still return to him without fail.

After several attempts, Wen Chen gave up.

After waking up, he simply folded the clothes expressionlessly and placed them at the foot of the bed, furthest from him. Then, he would see Gu Moheng sitting by the window working, his fingers pausing for a fleeting moment as he typed on the keyboard.

The day I was discharged from the hospital was a rare sunny day.

The thin winter sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting pale patches of light on the bed sheets.

Wen Chen had already changed his clothes; a camel-colored cashmere coat made his already pale face appear even thinner and paler. He packed the last of his personal belongings into his backpack and zipped it up cleanly and efficiently.

The lingering smell of disinfectant in the air for days was finally about to be left behind. A faint sense of relief quietly spread through his heart.

Finally, I'm going to escape this suffocating cage.

Escape, Gu Moheng.

"Buzz—"

The phone in my pocket suddenly started vibrating violently.

It's assistant Xiao Li.

Wen Chen swiped the screen, and a video popped up immediately.

The video was shaky, like it was secretly recorded. The camera was pointed directly at the ornate iron gate of a luxury apartment building. Wen Chen knew that gate so well that he could trace every detail of it with his eyes closed.

At this moment, his doorstep was packed with a sea of ​​people.

The cameras, long lenses and short lenses, lined up like vultures, blocked every exit.

"Teacher Wen, congratulations on your discharge today! But please don't go home!" Xiao Li's voice message popped up immediately afterward, her voice anxious and distorted, "These reporters are like mad dogs! The property security guards couldn't stop them!"

Wen Chen's brow twitched violently. He dragged the video progress bar to the end, and the scene abruptly changed, as if the person filming had been discovered. A reporter's face, contorted with anger, flashed across the screen before plunging into darkness.

Wen Chen turned off her phone without expression.

Very well. Emerging from the tiger's den, only to fall into the wolf's lair.

"It's done."

Gu Moheng's voice rang out at the door without warning.

He held the newly completed discharge papers in his hand, his black overcoat making his figure appear even more upright. His gaze swept over Wen Chen's neatly packed backpack, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Wen Chen looked up, her gaze behind her glasses calm and unwavering: "Where to?"

Gu Moheng paused, seemingly not expecting him to ask that question.

"My car is downstairs."

“Mr. Gu,” Wen Chen’s voice, like his expression at the moment, was devoid of any warmth, “thank you for your ‘care’ these past few days. I will have my assistant calculate the medical expenses and the cost of the VIP ward and transfer them to your account.”

"Now, I can leave on my own."

He is drawing a line.

Gu Moheng looked at him silently, his deep eyes like an unfathomable ancient well. After a long while, he finally spoke in a low voice: "You can't go back, the media is still here."

Wen Chen gave a cold smile: "No need for you to bother."

He picked up his backpack, walked past Gu Moheng, and headed straight for the door, not even giving him a second glance. In the instant they brushed past each other, his wrist was gripped tightly by a large, burning hand.

"Wen Chen." Gu Moheng's voice suppressed a barely contained emotion, "I said, you can't go back."

"Let go!" Wen Chen's patience finally ran out.

Gu Moheng not only didn't let go, but tightened his grip. The next second, to Wen Chen's astonishment, he suddenly leaned down, his other arm passing under Wen Chen's knee.

He was lifted up by the waist!

"Gu Moheng, are you crazy!"

In a dizzying moment, Wen Chen's body collided with the man's hard back.

He completely lost his temper and struggled violently, pounding his fists on Gu Moheng's back repeatedly: "Put me down!"

"Put me down! Gu Moheng, did you hear me?!"

Gu Moheng seemed not to hear him, carrying him with steady, unwavering steps, striding down the corridor. His handsome face was covered with frost, and his arms around him were as firm as a rock. He ignored all the astonished glances cast down the corridor and strode straight toward the elevator.

The elevator doors opened and closed silently. In the cramped space, only the tense breathing of the two remained.

"Bang!"

Wen Chen was thrown heavily, yet deliberately carefully, into the spacious back seat of the Maybach. The car door slammed shut in front of him, and the central locking system clicked shut.

Gu Moheng walked to a blind spot in Wen Chen's line of sight, quickly typed "Let's go now" on his phone and sent it, then walked around to the other side, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine expressionlessly.

"Gu Moheng!" Wen Chen's eyes reddened with anger. He rushed over to try to open the car door, only to find it was already locked.

"This is illegal detention! I can sue you!"

Gu Moheng gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, his jaw clenched tightly. Without a word, he slammed on the gas, and the black car shot into the traffic like an arrow.

Wen Chen was thrown back into his seat by the enormous inertia. He looked out the window at the street scene rushing past, his chest heaving violently.

After a long while, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he leaned back in his chair and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.

"parking."

Gu Moheng ignored him. The direction the car was heading made Wen Chen's pupils shrink sharply—it was towards his apartment. Wen Chen gradually calmed down. Looking at the increasingly familiar street scene outside the window, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

The car slowly came to a stop about a block away from the apartment.

Gu Moheng raised his chin, gesturing for him to look outside. "You see it?"

Wen Chen followed his gaze and saw something even more exaggerated and frenzied than in the video. The reporters were like madmen, completely blocking the entrance to the residential area. Any vehicle that tried to drive in was instantly surrounded, with countless microphones and cameras shoved into the car windows.

The human wall formed by security guards teetered on the brink of collapse under the shoving of the crowd.

Wen Chen imagined what would happen if she were the one driving by right now.

They would probably be torn to pieces alive.

The hair standing on end all over his body suddenly got stuck in a strange way.

"Now," Gu Moheng's voice rang out again, calm and composed, "how do you plan to get back?"

Wen Chen's lips pressed into a stiff, straight line. He abruptly turned his head, no longer looking at the chaotic scene.

“I’m going to stay at a hotel.” He said stubbornly, like a fighting rooster that refused to admit defeat.

Upon hearing this, Gu Moheng chuckled very softly. He glanced at Wen Chen in the rearview mirror.

"Let me remind you," Gu Moheng said slowly, "it's winter break for students now, peak travel season. Hotels might not be so easy to book."

Wen Chen laughed in exasperation. He took out his phone and, in front of Gu Moheng, opened a hotel booking app, specifically looking for several five-star hotels in the city center where he often stayed.

"Hello, Hilton Hotel, all suites are fully booked for the next week."

Wen Chen hung up and dialed the next number without changing his expression.

"I'm sorry, sir, the Westin Mansion is fully booked for the next ten days."

"Hello, Bulgari Hotel, I'm sorry, we are fully booked."

Wen Chen's expression grew increasingly grim with each phone call. He had called almost every five-star hotel in the city, and even some decent four-star hotels.

The responses were remarkably consistent.

The room was full.

How could all the high-end hotels in the city be completely full at the same time, even during peak tourist season?

He abruptly looked up, staring intently at Gu Moheng's unfathomable eyes in the rearview mirror. An absurd yet incredibly clear thought exploded in his mind.

Seeing his expression of being so angry he was about to explode, yet helpless, Gu Moheng couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curve up slightly for a moment.

He quickly composed himself, and without a word, restarted the car. He turned the car around and merged back into the flow of traffic.

Wen Chen fell silent. He leaned against the car window, gazing at the city scenery outside, his heart filled with desolation.

After an unknown amount of time, the car smoothly drove into a heavily guarded underground parking garage.

Wen Chen knew this place. "Cloud Top Sky Canopy," one of the city's most expensive landmarks, is renowned for its absolute privacy. It is said that not even an unregistered fly can get in.

The two silently entered the private elevator. The metal car was as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting their figures.

"bite--"

The elevator doors slid open silently in front of them. Outside, instead of a narrow corridor, lay a surprisingly spacious and stylish entryway.

The air is cold and dry, carrying the woody base notes of a top-tier fragrance.

Wen Chen's steps froze in the elevator.

Gu Moheng walked out first. He turned around and looked at Wen Chen, who was still standing there, his voice low.

"arrive."

This is Gu Moheng's home.

A note from the author:

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Someone went to great lengths to bring Wen Chen home, tsk tsk [dog head with rose in hand]