Capítulo 11: She Still Has a Private Fund?
Leng Rongrong arranged for Mo Linyuan to stay in a room on the second floor, placed Tang Luo in the room next to him, and settled herself on the third floor.
Although Mo Linyuan protested, his objections were futile.
After taking a shower, Leng Rongrong lay in bed and had a solid, restful sleep.
It wasn't until the next day, when the sun was high in the sky, that she lazily stretched and got up, driven out of bed by her hunger.
After freshening up, she went downstairs and saw Mo Linyuan already seated at the dining table, eating.
Though his legs were crippled, there was no denying Mo Linyuan's striking appearance. Dressed in a white shirt with a gray sweater vest, paired with his cold, impossibly handsome face, he was the epitome of a forbidding yet irresistible god.
The sunlight streaming in from outside cast a halo on Mo Linyuan's jet-black hair, giving it a subtle sheen, as if he were crowned by light.
Leng Rongrong sat down, her gaze fixed on Mo Linyuan, eyes wide with awe, nearly drooling.
"Admiring the view?" Mo Linyuan's voice was cold, yet magnetically deep, with a hint of danger that carried an inexplicable allure.
Leng Rongrong instinctively touched the corner of her mouth, mimicking the act of wiping away saliva.
Then, with honest candor, she nodded, "You do look very good."
Mo Linyuan snorted, "Fool."
Tang Luo: "..."
Unbothered, Leng Rongrong stood up and bounced toward the kitchen. She found something to eat and brought out a portion for herself.
"Tang Luo, did you make this?"
"Yes." Tang Luo nodded.
"Impressive! How about leaving the cooking to you from now on?" Leng Rongrong asked, her eyes curving into a playful smile as she ate.
"Uh..." Tang Luo glanced at Mo Linyuan, unsure whether to agree or refuse. He had only made breakfast because there was no one else to do it, and while he was Mo Linyuan's assistant and handled various daily tasks, cooking wasn't exactly part of his job description.
"He only takes care of my needs," Mo Linyuan replied with a haughty tilt of his chin. "You're the wife. You cook."
"Why should I?" Leng Rongrong slammed the table in defiance. "Why should I have to cook? I'm not your real wife, just your wife in name. Why should I cook? Besides, I can't cook!"
Her refusal was bold and justified. "If you're not afraid of being poisoned, I can cook for you!"
Mo Linyuan: "I'm not afraid."
Leng Rongrong: "You'll regret it!"
After finishing her breakfast with a cold snort, Leng Rongrong tossed her bowl into the kitchen and walked to the door to glance outside.
The yard was large and clean, but empty and dull, with nothing to make it pleasant to look at.
"How about we buy some flowers to plant? Or maybe we could section off a small vegetable garden and grow some crops?" Leng Rongrong turned to Mo Linyuan, still sitting in his wheelchair.
"No time," Mo Linyuan replied icily.
"No time?" Leng Rongrong looked him up and down. "Are you sure? What could you possibly have to do?"
After speaking, Leng Rongrong quickly closed her mouth, sensing the icy chill emanating from Mo Linyuan.
He seemed angry.
Of course, it made sense. After all, someone who was rendered disabled would likely struggle to accept their condition.
Once the heir to the Mo family, and now unable to inherit the family business, he must be feeling quite miserable.
Leng Rongrong had originally intended to provoke him further, but seeing him like this, she couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him.
"Well, how about you keep me company? Let's go out and buy some things!" Leng Rongrong blinked at Mo Linyuan and said, "And don't be too sad. I won't lie, I know a bit of traditional Chinese medicine. I'll try to help you recover. One day, you'll walk freely again."
Mo Linyuan: "..."
Tang Luo: "..."
Young Madam, the Young Master is perfectly fine. If anything, your 'treatment' might just cause more problems.
Could we agree not to 'treat' him?
Suddenly struck by an idea, Leng Rongrong's excitement grew. "Why don't we try it now? I have my acupuncture needles with me. If we treat him like a dead horse needing a last-ditch remedy, a few needles might just do the trick!"
"A dead horse?" Mo Linyuan's dark eyes flashed with a sharp, chilling light.
Leng Rongrong covered her mouth and let out a couple of dry laughs.
Tang Luo stepped in quickly, "Young Madam, weren't we going to buy things? How about I go with you instead? The Young Master's mobility is limited. I'll borrow a car, and we can drive out."
"Oh, right. We don't have a car. It's a bit inconvenient." Leng Rongrong frowned. "Let's call a car first, and we can head to a dealership and buy one. I do need a car for getting around."
Now that she had left the countryside, it was time to restart her life properly.
She had already made plans for her future before she went to sleep last night.
First, she would retrieve her mother's belongings from Leng Guantang and find a way to reclaim her mother's company.
Second, as Mo Linyuan's wife in name, she was obliged to take care of him and would try her best to cure him.
Third, she had always dreamed of acting. Now that she had finally escaped from her various 'godfathers,' she was determined to make a name for herself in the entertainment industry!
Without further ado, Leng Rongrong picked up her phone and called for a car.
Mo Linyuan eyed her suspiciously. "Buying a car?"
This woman, though she came from the countryside, spoke with such grand ambition. She must be a fool.
Did she not realize he had lost his power and status? Did she really expect him to buy a car?
"Of course, how else would we get around?" Leng Rongrong glanced at Mo Linyuan. "You're not very mobile. How can we manage without a car?"
Mo Linyuan replied coldly, "No money."
Leng Rongrong scoffed, "I'm not stupid. You've been exiled to a place like this; how could you still have money? I'll pay for it! You better treat me nicely, speak politely, because one day, you'll rely on me to take care of you!"
Mo Linyuan raised an eyebrow and shot her a skeptical look. "Did Old Master Lu give you money?"
"Not exactly, but he did leave me a few things, and I've kept them safe!" Leng Rongrong pouted and sighed, "My poor little private stash. After I buy the car, I'll need to work hard and earn back every penny I spend!"
Mo Linyuan: "..."
She has a private fund?
How big could it be?
Wasn't she just a village girl, abandoned by the Leng family? He had heard she lived a hard life, yet she could afford to buy a car?
Surely it would be one of those cheap, rundown cars worth three to five thousand.
Could that thing even run?
Mo Linyuan's gaze lingered on Leng Rongrong, filled with disbelief and disdain.
(End of Chapter)
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