Chapter 85 Molly is angry
Two days later, Molly replanted peanuts in the vegetable garden, and also planted some corn.
Every day she goes to work in the vegetable garden, and the twelve goslings line up behind her, following her out and back, becoming her little shadows.
Someone joked with her, "Molly, could these goslings be mistaking you for their mother goose?"
Molly shook her head, her expression serious. "Sister-in-law, you can't say things like that. I can't be their mother. I still want to eat stewed goose in an iron pot in a few months."
Molly's serious expression made the woman laugh so hard she couldn't straighten up.
By late August, the peanuts and corn that Molly had planted had sprouted, a lush green and thriving plant. The twelve goslings had doubled in size and were now able to swim in the river.
Mo An divided the peanut oil residue in the house in two. One part was given to the family as a snack, and the other part was kept to be mixed with vegetables and used as food for the chicks after they hatched.
Mo An and Lu Lu have been learning cooking from Uncle Wang for the past few months, and their cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Whenever they are at home, Molly has no chance to cook.
By the end of August, the school's newly built teaching building will be completed. After a final coat of paint, the school will be able to open normally in September without any problems.
In September, nine-year-old Lu Lu and Mo Chuyang will be starting third grade, and thirteen-year-old Mo An will be going to junior high school.
The junior high school was in the town, which was quite a distance from the military camp; it took an hour to get there by bicycle.
Mo An didn't own a bicycle, so he rode on Zhu Lezhi's bicycle to school every day. Sometimes he would ride with Zhu Lezhi, and sometimes Zhu Lezhi would ride with him. They ate lunch at the junior high school cafeteria, so they didn't have to commute back and forth.
Zhu Lezhi and Molly agreed that once Molly's goose grew up, Molly would give him one as a thank you gift for sharing a bicycle with Mo An.
In mid-September, Molly received a letter from Mohe, in which Mohe said that she had given birth to a daughter weighing 5.6 pounds, and that both mother and daughter were safe and sound.
Molly wrote back on the same day she received the letter. She borrowed a can of malted milk powder from Commissar Bao's house and bought a roll of fabric from the town's supply and marketing cooperative. She mailed the malted milk powder and the fabric back to Mohe.
When Mo An came home from school and learned that Mo He had given birth to a daughter, he was so happy that he jumped for joy and wanted to write a reply on the spot.
"Sister, what do you think I should buy for eldest sister?" Mo An was undecided.
"Buy some brown sugar?" Molly herself didn't quite know.
"Sister, why didn't you wait until I finished writing the letter and buying the things before mailing them back together?" Mo An glared at Molly resentfully.
Molly: "...I was so happy at the time that I forgot about you in my excitement."
Mo An felt even more resentful. "Now that I have a niece, does that mean I, as her younger brother, am no longer important?"
"Of course not," Molly apologized repeatedly. "I'll borrow some candy coupons for you, and you can buy candy tomorrow and send it back to your older sister."
Molly's happiness lasted only a day and a night. The next morning, Bao Haoming found her and said that Ji Hefeng had returned from the hospital in Kyoto and had just been transferred to the hospital in their military region half an hour ago.
The man who said he would return unharmed two months ago kept his promise; he was not missing any legs or arms, but he has not woken up yet.
"His injuries are too severe; he received several critical condition notices in Kyoto." Accompanying Ji Hefeng was a pale-faced man with round, metal-rimmed glasses. He was refined and unlike anyone Molly had ever met before.
Molly glanced at him briefly before returning her gaze to Ji Hefeng on the bed. His breathing was weak, his body was covered in tubes, his face was a deathly pale white, and his hands and feet were ice-cold...
"How could it have turned out like this?" Molly's voice was very soft. With Ji Hefeng's strength, he shouldn't have ended up like this.
The man was prepared for Molly to break down in tears, even to hit or yell at him, but Molly didn't shed a tear. She simply asked him softly why things had turned out this way.
Logically, Molly was asking about these confidential matters, but for some reason, the man couldn't bear to hide them. He replied, "There was a bomb on the ship that was supposed to pick us up for our evacuation. The ship exploded, and Ji and Feng escorted my father to jump into the sea, but they were shot in the back by an inside man. He was hit by five bullets, but he still gritted his teeth and swam back with my father. After we got ashore, he begged my father, whether he was dead or alive, that my father must bring him back to you."
“He stayed in the Kyoto hospital for about ten days and received several critical condition notices. Logically speaking, staying in Kyoto would have been the wisest thing to do, but my father said that the reason he refused to close his eyes was because he hadn’t seen you one last time. My father withstood the pressure and insisted on sending him back. Along the way, I didn’t dare to close my eyes, for fear that he would die on the way.”
“What do you mean he won’t close his eyes?” Molly felt a chill run down her spine.
“He got an infection after the surgery, and the doctors say he won’t survive.” The man couldn’t bear to look at Molly. “Actually, it wasn’t after the surgery, but from the moment he was injured, Ji Hefeng was infected. His back was badly burned from the ship explosion. He could have escaped, but he protected my father—”
The man's voice choked.
Molly looked up at the man. "I want to be alone with him for a while."
Her clear, bright eyes were as pure and clear as a lake, without resentment, hatred, or even a trace of emotion.
The man had never seen a woman like this before.
Doesn't she love Ji Hefeng? Why is she so calm?
The man nodded, turned and left the ward, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
In the room, only the sound of the instruments could be heard. Molly's breathing became soft and shallow. She felt that she might regret it. She shouldn't have let Ji Hefeng stop that night. She should have gotten pregnant with Ji Hefeng's child. If Ji Hefeng had died, she could have rightfully received the compensation and lived on with her child.
Ji Hefeng is good, and the Ji family is good too. Their genes must be good, and she is willing to have such offspring.
As for Ji Hefeng's father, just consider him handed over to the authorities; whether he lives or dies is none of her business anymore.
Molly felt a mix of hatred, anger, and resentment.
All she wanted to do at that moment was drag Ji Hefeng out of his hospital bed and give him a good beating.
But she couldn't; she could only endure it!
What good woman should have to suffer?
Molly gripped Ji Hefeng's hands tightly, and thousands of pink tentacles burrowed into Ji Hefeng's hospital gown, into his wounds, and surged towards his limbs and bones.
No one noticed that Ji Hefeng's skin was covered in a deep pink, making her look eerily beautiful.
The moment Molly severed the pink tentacles, she couldn't help but let out a painful groan. The next second, everything went black, and she fainted.
After an unknown amount of time, when Molly woke up again, she was greeted by a white ceiling.
"Awake?" Monica asked, eating lunch beside her. "You slept for a whole day and night. Sigh, don't move. You're getting an IV drip of glucose. It's nothing serious, just that you're too tired."
Molly nodded and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Monika continued eating her lunch. "Are you hungry? I'll go get you some."
"Two portions, one isn't enough." Molly felt like she could eat a whole cow.
"Sure, two portions it is, it's on me." Monica turned and left the ward, but quickly returned with two lunchboxes in her hand. "You're lucky, there are still chicken legs at this time."
Molly said "thank you" again.
"So heartbroken you've gone mad? All you can say is those two words?" Monica teased.
Molly didn't say anything, but held her spoon and ate earnestly with one hand.
“I’m getting married next month. There won’t be a banquet; we’ll just have two tables at the cafeteria. Remember to come,” Monika suddenly said.
Molly looked up. Were they close? Why invite her?
"No need to prepare any extra gifts, just bring a chicken. I've been craving your chickens for ages." Monika didn't treat herself like an outsider at all.
Molly's lips twitched. "We'll see."
"No, please! Give me a chicken, and I'll tell you about Ji Hefeng's current situation," Monika pleaded.
“I don’t want to know.” Molly refused. If Monica brought up her marriage at this time, she should be able to guess that Ji Hefeng’s current situation must be good, unless Monica was too ruthless.
At least they won't die.
Monika: "......."
Didn't she faint from excessive grief? How come she doesn't even want to hear news about Ji Hefeng now?
Molly left the hospital after having lunch.
I ran into Molly, who was delivering food, at the hospital entrance.
"Sister!" Mo An exclaimed with delight.
Molly nodded to him. "I'm going back now."
"........"
My sister seems a bit off.
"Are you still delivering the food?" Mo An called out to Molly's retreating figure.
"Whatever." Molly walked faster and faster, disappearing from Mo An's sight in the blink of an eye.
Mo An was bewildered. Had his sister really fainted yesterday? This speed was something he couldn't catch up to even after practicing for ten or eight years.
Ji Hefeng had just woken up when he saw Mo An carrying four lunchboxes in. His first instinct was to ask, "Where's your sister?"
"Let's go back." Mo An scrutinized Ji Hefeng with his gaze. "Did you make your sister angry?"
Ji Hefeng remained silent. He felt the abundant energy within him, knowing that Molly must have been there. But had he angered Molly?
That's probably true. He broke his promise.
"How is your sister? Is she alright?"
"This is bad. She fainted in your hospital room last night." The pale-faced man pushed open the door and walked in.
Ji Hefeng's expression changed. "And then?"
“She stayed in the hospital for one night. I went to her ward just now, and the nurse said she had already gone home.” The man looked Ji Hefeng up and down carefully. “Is your wife some kind of miracle cure? How come you, who was supposed to be 'certain to die and beyond saving,' are alive after she only visited you once? And now you can even sit up.”
"Brother-in-law, are your injuries that serious?" Mo An only found out that his brother-in-law and sister were both hospitalized when he came home from school last night. He was so concerned about his sister that he forgot to ask about his brother-in-law.
The man looked at Ji Hefeng but didn't say anything.
Ji Hefeng slowly shook his head. "It's alright now. Xiao An, go back and keep your sister company. I'm worried about you."
“My sister seems a bit off, and I’m worried. Brother-in-law, leave the lunchbox here; I’m going back now.”
Mo An left, and the two men in the ward stared at each other.
"What was her expression when she came yesterday?" Ji Hefeng wondered, feeling uneasy.
Wu Guyu carefully recalled the scene from yesterday, choosing her words carefully, "Your partner was very calm, so calm that she was almost expressionless. I accidentally revealed the reason for your injury, but she didn't take her anger out on me."
After hearing this, Ji Hefeng felt an even stronger sense of unease.
"She didn't shed a single tear." This was what puzzled Wu Guyu. "Isn't your relationship good? Is it one-sided that you love her?"
Recalling Molly's unforgettable beauty, Wu Guyu felt that even if Ji Hefeng was unilaterally in love with her, nothing was impossible.
Ji Hefeng glanced at him sideways, "You don't understand."
Molly didn't shed a tear, but she lost something more important and suffered even greater pain, fainting on the spot. This shows how much her body was damaged.
Ji Hefeng narrowed his eyes. "You must give me an explanation for this. Otherwise, I don't mind taking matters into my own hands!"
“My father has already had people investigating. But they’ve hired people from across the coast, so I’m afraid it won’t be easy to investigate.” Wu Guyu rubbed her temples. “You know, my dad’s expertise isn’t in this area.”
"Then I'll do it myself." Ji Hefeng's killing intent surged.
Wu Guyu's head throbbed even more. "I'm afraid you're no match for them."
Ji Hefeng sneered, "Not necessarily."
Wu Guyu didn't know where his confidence came from. "The fact that the other party can have people planted in both sides shows how terrifying his strength, or rather, the strength behind him, is. You can't imagine. I advise you not to be impulsive and to proceed slowly."
Ji Hefeng pursed his lips and remained silent. He knew perfectly well what was going on, but it was precisely because he knew that he had to bring the other party down, otherwise this hidden danger would continue to threaten the safety of him and his family.
"You saved my father this time. In addition to the reward from the organization, whatever you ask for privately, as long as it is within the capabilities of our Wu family, we will do our best to help you achieve it."
"Help my family clear their name."
"Can."
For the next few days, Molly didn't go to the hospital. She spent her days watering the vegetables, letting the geese roam, and mostly sleeping at home.
Mo An, Lu Lu, and Mo Chuyang brought Ji Hefeng meals every day and visited him in the hospital, but they resolutely avoided mentioning Mo Li. The three children noticed the unusual relationship between the two of them.
From the three children's perspective, as long as Molly didn't say anything, their attitude towards Ji Hefeng would remain the same. Moreover, Molly indulged their daily practice of killing chickens to nourish Ji Hefeng.
Of course, half of those chickens ended up in Molly's stomach. The three children ate either fish or eggs, but refused to touch the chicken soup or the chicken meat.
When only three hens remained in the house, Ji Hefeng was discharged from the hospital. Ji Hefeng looked radiant upon discharge, and his sunken cheeks had been fleshed out by Mo An and the other two. He didn't look like someone who had just recovered from a serious injury at all.
Ji Hefeng returned home at noon. The house was empty; the children had gone to school, and Molly was herding geese and fishing by the river.
She hadn't been to the mountain for a long time. Now, the main sources of meat for her family were the meat coupons that Ji and Feng received each month, the chickens and rabbits they raised, and the fish she caught.
The children are growing, so we need meat every day, or at the very least, a plate of fried eggs.
When Ji Hefeng got home, he first boiled water, took a shower, changed into some clean clothes, and then went out to find Molly.
He hadn't gone far from his house when he saw Molly carrying buckets of water and a fishing rod, followed by twelve wobbling geese.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
