Chapter 97: Mo Beichan
"You should run 10 laps each day. If possible, do weightlifting. What do you mean by frail since birth? All of that is nonsense." Ni Mengxue’s youthful voice sounded like a broken melody to Mo Beichan’s ears.
Meng Xiaoni snickered, feeling the suffocating breath in him being released.
"You... Miss Ni, I... I see that you believe in tough love." Mo Beichan gave a fake laugh. He clenched his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Ni Mengxue snorted and started to observe the base.
True to its reputation, it was indeed one of the best and most beautiful bases. It was like an ordinary city before the apocalypse.
Few people were hawking, while even the most ordinary people were talking about their monthly leave for adventure.
Yes, the Burning Star base had its own rules. Every citizen has to go on a hunt and increase their level every single year.
They can’t litter, can’t buy and sell human lives, and even scuffles had to be solved in private rooms.
The street was bustling with relaxed people, lush green trees between the shops, and a refreshing smell unique only to nature... everything was mesmerizing.
Behind the shop were rising buildings that were being constructed. What surprised her was the small mountain within the base.
If she wasn’t wrong, Su Yao must have spent a lot of time clearing it up.
Suddenly, Mo Beichan started to cough and stopped midway. "Can we take a small break? I... I don’t feel good. If only someone can pat me a little..."
He even took deep breaths like he was parched for oxygen. Lu Yucai and all the other men gave him a dirty look.
As men, they were well versed in all kinds of green tea bitch moves another man could pull. This was Mo Beichan’s move to make Ni Mengxue feel sorry for him. Most women fall for such an act!
Lu Yucai especially felt uncomfortable. If it wasn’t for Ni Mengxue’s decision that he should hide his recovery until they reach their destination, he would have marched up to the green tea bitch and slapped him hard.
"Mr. Mo, if you aren’t qualified to lead us to our accommodation, then assign someone capable to do the job. Don’t make us look bad for wanting to rest early. We truly don’t have the luxury of waiting for someone, just because they feel sick."
Who was Ni Mengxue? A woman who had lived for 1000 years and had studied medicine for 963 years. With a glance, she knew that he was pretending.
Mo Beichan: "..."
His expression turned ugly when he saw Meng Xiaoni’s mocking smile. "I understand... please forgive me for my behavior."
Meng Xiaoni opened his mouth to comment when he suddenly started to cough. He had to stop his track.
Mo Beichan covered his lips and commented, "Mister Meng, you haven’t stopped imitating me, huh? Just because I felt a little sick, you started to pretend to be sick? Miss Ni, you should..." Now teach him a lesson too.
Midway, he stopped, and so did everyone. Ni Mengxue quickly rushed over to Meng Xiaoni. While patting his back, she offered him water and even asked softly,
"Are you okay? Do you want me to carry you? Shall we take a break?"
Mo Beichan: "..."
Meng Xiaoni: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Lu Yucai’s subordinate started to whisper among themselves.
"Is this the legendary double standards that favoured husbands talk about?" Griffin, a tanned man with a skinny body, whispered.
"Don’t ask me! Even I didn’t know it was so exciting to watch! You should know, before, I used to dislike Ni Mengxue for her loud mouth and hateful personality, but now I think at least she is smarter than many women." Milan laughed.
"Keep your voice down." He Yong frowned.
Mo Beichan couldn’t believe his eyes. The Ni Mengxue who used to be irritated and punish Meng Xiaoni whenever he coughed, thinking he was faking it... now acted like he was some fragile doll!
"Miss Ni, isn’t this a double standard?" Mo Beichan asked coldly.
The sudden stop, and Mo Beichan being a popular figure in the base, had already attracted a lot of people’s attention. A crowd started to gather, and the sound of whispers began to rise.
Meng Xiaoni coughed a little more, and quickly drank the healing potion Ni Mengxue was handing him. The warmth of the potion spread in his itchy throat, making him relax a little.
"Hm? Isn’t that bastard Meng Xiaoni and his bitchy wife Ni Mengxue? Don’t tell me they are here to mooch off our base leader?"
"Boss Su is too kind; if I had such a cousin, I would have broken off all the connections long ago!"
"But what does Mr. Mo mean by double standards? Is he being mistreated?"
Mo Beichan used the momentum and said in a loud voice,
"Everyone knows that Mr. Meng is jealous of me and loves to copy me. I was sick just now and wanted to rest, but you threw a tantrum and asked me to continue. Now it’s your husband’s turn, and suddenly you are concerned!"
Someone from the crowd became so enraged that she shouted,
"You bitch Ni Mengxue, if your plagiarist husband is so fragile, then take him and leave! How dare you make our Mr. Mo suffer!"
Ni Mengxue laughed, "Mr. Mo was the one who insisted on dropping us off at our destination. I even requested a change of guide since he isn’t my husband. As for Xiaoni, he is my husband; of course, I will side with him. Is there anything strange about it?"
At her logic, the raging crowd fell silent.
"Sigh... as for plagiarism, I will request a retrial from Su Yao. I made some interesting discoveries and came here specifically to clear them up."
Ni Mengxue’s words made not only Mo Beichan stunned but also Meng Xiaoni.
Mo Beichan quickly regained his composure and said with a serious expression, "Miss Ni, if you are planning to bluff your way in or show some false evidence, I will sue you."