Half asleep, Gan Tang couldn't sleep soundly and could faintly hear voices.
"What happened?"
It was Fu Cheng's voice. Gan Tang opened her eyes and walked towards the door. In the narrow mud-brick room, Fu Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the door, with Zhang Po standing behind him.
"Brother Mo sent me out to gather information. When I returned, I found that our stronghold west of Xue Cang Mountain had been destroyed. I went to find the team to regroup, but I didn't expect to hear Fourth Master lecturing his men."
At this point, Zhang Po sobbed and wiped away tears, "When the police were patrolling the mountain, Fourth Master deliberately led them there. When transferring the goods, he deliberately left a box behind and made Brother Mo go back to get it, so that he could shoot him in the back. The gun on Brother Mo's waist was fired by Yu Dayong."
Fu Cheng clenched his fists and asked, "If A Mo dies at the stronghold, Xue Cang Mountain will be ruined. What good will that do him?"
Zhang Po dared not make wild guesses about such things, and said what he had overheard: "Fourth Master said that Brother Mo is bewitching the master and is inciting the young lady to cause trouble for the Green Dragon Gang."
With a "bang," a foot hit the threshold. Gan Tang grabbed the door frame to avoid falling.
When their eyes met, Gan Tang hurriedly fled, saying, "You two talk, I'll go check on him."
On the operating table, Mo Huaixing's face remained deathly pale, his lips cracked. A grayish-blue quilt covered him, but his body beneath it remained icy cold, especially his limbs.
Gan Tang rubbed her hands together to warm them, then massaged the man's cold palms.
Was it my own arrogance that ruined him?
With her slightly bent legs making it difficult to stand, Gan Tang knelt on the ground and continued rubbing her hands.
Zhang Po came in and carried over a bamboo chair. "Miss, please have a seat!"
"Thank you!" Gan Tang sat down and asked, "Where is my elder brother?"
"My older brother went to make a phone call."
Gan Tang said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions, continuing with what she was doing.
Zhang Po handed a wallet that was on a bamboo table to the young lady. It was a black leather wallet, half of which had been burned off.
“Miss, when I found Brother Mo, he was hiding in a ravine, burning something.”
Gantang opened the box, and inside it was clean, with only a few bills half-burned and a photograph with a corner burned off. The girl in the photograph was sleeping languidly, her cheeks slightly flushed and a faint smile on her lips.
It's myself!
He took the picture of himself without his knowledge.
So beautiful!
Gan Tang smiled as she looked at her; she had never thought she was so beautiful.
Zhang Po was filled with rage: "Miss, you must stand up for Brother Mo."
Thinking of what Mo Huaixing had said to her as he left, it seemed he had known all along that this would happen. Gan Tang's mind was in turmoil: "You should go out first!"
"Yes!" Zhang Po turned and left dejectedly. As he walked out of the room, he couldn't help but turn back, wanting to say a few more words. He then saw the young lady pressing Mo Ge's frozen feet into her arms.
Oh my god!
Zhang Po was shocked and hurriedly closed the door.
As their temperatures mingled, the man lying down gradually regained consciousness.
"Water... water..."
Fu Cheng was standing outside the door at that moment, asking Zhang Pomo about Huai Xing's condition. Seeing that he was stammering and couldn't explain clearly, he pushed the door open.
"No, the young lady is inside."
Zhang Po couldn't stop him in time and followed him inside.
Gan Tang was holding a water glass, moistening her fingertips, and applying the water droplets to Mo Huaixing's dry lips.
"Water... water..." His voice continued, so urgent.
Fu Cheng stepped forward and pried open Mo Huaixing's mouth.
Gan Tang said urgently, "We can't feed them. People who have lost too much blood can't drink water."
"But this?" Fu Cheng reluctantly let go. It's so uncomfortable for a person not to drink water.
Gan Tang also felt a little reluctant, so she used a syringe with the needle removed to suck out a short section and pushed it into his mouth.
Perhaps choked, Mo Huaixing coughed twice and began to murmur, "Water... water..."
Gan Tang gently patted his chest and said in a hoarse voice, "Mo Huaixing, you can't drink anymore, be good, listen to me!"
The unconscious man indeed fell silent, but not long afterward, the sound returned.
"Water... water..."
Fu Cheng looked at the water glass in Gan Tang's hand and asked in confusion, "Amo, what are you trying to say?"
"Water...water..."
"You mean, the goods are in the water?" Fu Cheng suddenly realized that he must have hidden the box of goods he escaped with in the river. If they weren't moved in time, and the police dogs searched the mountains, the entire Xuecang Mountain would be exposed.
"Zhang Po, come with me!" Fu Cheng called to Zhang Po and hurriedly left.
Two hours later, Grandpa Qi and Gan Tang moved Mo Huaixing to the bedroom. Gan Tang lay down by the bed and slept the most peaceful night she had in recent days.
She now has a complete answer to how to walk the path of her life.
The sunlight streamed through the window and shone on the wooden bed, shifting inch by inch.
Mo Huaixing opened his eyes and saw a little girl curled up on the bamboo sofa, covered with a white, fluffy blanket. Sunlight shone on her, making her look like a lazy, relaxed kitten.
But how could she possibly be here?
Mo Huaixing chuckled self-deprecatingly: "What kind of erotic dream is this?"
"What kind of dream?" Fu Cheng bent down and stepped into the room, just as he heard Mo Huaixing muttering to himself. He really didn't hear him clearly, but the person speaking had an embarrassed blush on his pale face.
"It's nothing!" Mo Huaixing quickly changed the subject: "Big brother, what brings you here?"
"If I hadn't come, you would have died here!" Fu Cheng put down the bowl of porridge he was holding and said angrily, "He told you to go back, so you went back? Are you stupid?"
"By the way, brother, the goods are in the water. They're probably..."
“I found it!” Fu Cheng interrupted Mo Huaixing.
"It's good that we found it. This is my first time handling something like this, and I can't let Mr. Fu be dissatisfied."
Fu Cheng glared at him: "You don't even care about your life?"
Mo Huaixing forced himself to sit up and smiled helplessly: "Brother, I know he deliberately wanted me to go back, but could I not go back? It's just that I was careless. I thought he just wanted me to take responsibility for the destruction of the stronghold, but I didn't expect him to stab me in the back."
Fu Cheng said, "Amo, don't worry. I will definitely avenge you for this bullet."
"Brother, no, I'm fine!" Mo Huaixing advised, "Right now, Mr. Fu's mind is focused on the marriage alliance with the Chu family. He doesn't want internal strife within the Lu Group at this time. Don't provoke him now."
Speaking of the Chu family's marriage alliance, Fu Cheng looked at the girl sleeping on the bamboo sofa. Mo Huaixing followed his gaze and saw the girl, whom he had just thought was in a dream, still lying there quietly.
He didn't believe it, he really couldn't believe it: "Brother, why are you looking at that?"
"If it weren't for the young lady cutting her hand to give you a blood transfusion, you probably wouldn't have survived." How could such a loving couple not be together? Fu Cheng couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Gan Tang woke up the moment Fu Cheng entered. However, unsure how to face Mo Huaixing, she pretended to be asleep. Now, seeing the two talking about her, she sat up, leaning against the back of the sofa.
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