Chapter 211: The Ungrateful Wolf That Bites Its Master

They really succeeded!

Song Mo tirelessly took Leng Wanqiu to visit old Chinese medicine practitioners—not only the famous ones in the big cities.

But also some very skilled "barefoot doctors" in the countryside, whom he tracked down through inquiries.

These barefoot doctors had no way to contact him.

Nor did he know their fixed whereabouts.

So they could only go down into the villages and towns to search, having to track them down village by village, which made the search exhausting and troublesome.

Song Mo did everything himself, shuttling around with Leng Wanqiu.

During this period, because her stamina was poor, Song Mo was the one taking care of her the whole time.

He had also overheard plenty of gossip.

It was nothing more than saying Song Mo was handsome but stupid in the head;

And that Leng Wanqiu was rich and must be the wealthy older woman keeping Song Mo.

But Song Mo just smiled and comforted her.

She felt a pang of disappointment—like throwing herself at him with full joy, only to have him sidestep away.

After a full year of treatment, Leng Wanqiu's illness was cured.

"It's difficult, but there's still hope."

By all rights, the life ahead should have been smooth sailing, a foreseeable happy ending for all, right?

Leng Wanqiu confessed her feelings to Song Mo.

The clouds of the past finally dispersed; now Leng Wanqiu truly felt the joy of parting the clouds to see the moonlight.

Under that doctor's care,

And the time he spent with Leng Wanqiu also decreased.

At this kind of gossip, Song Mo just laughed it off.

Leng Wanqiu was very dejected.

Ever since Leng Wanqiu's illness was cured.

"Now's not the time, wait a bit longer."

"If you're unhappy, you can slap the wind."

He also comforted Leng Wanqiu: "A person lives for themselves; this idle talk is just a gust of wind—once it blows past, it's gone."

But she was gently refused by Song Mo.

The smile on Song Mo's face faded.

It seemed as if all the past suffering had been for the fruits of today's cultivation.

Under the sunlight.

Her skin was fair, her eyes bright, her figure stunning, her proportions astonishing—she was a thorough, absolute great beauty.

Leng Wanqiu pressed her lips into a smile.

In the end, they found a barefoot doctor; upon seeing Leng Wanqiu's condition, he exclaimed it was bizarre.

He had been frowning and worried lately, as if deeply mired in troubles.

Something had also come up on Leng Wanqiu's side.

Chen Xi… had come looking for her again.

Thinking of Chen Xi, Leng Wanqiu felt surprisingly little hatred in her heart—perhaps because her illness was cured, she had become especially magnanimous?

She felt the past humiliations should just vanish like smoke.

Chen Xi asked her to meet.

Leng Wanqiu didn't quite know what she was thinking herself—perhaps because Chen Xi's humiliation of her had cut too deep, leaving her unable to forget it.

She also wanted to take this chance to appear before Chen Xi in a brand-new posture—not necessarily to slap him in the face hard, but at least to make him feel regret.

So Leng Wanqiu went to the appointment.

She did not tell Song Mo.

Before seeing Chen Xi, Leng Wanqiu had always believed she felt aversion toward him, but she never expected she couldn't muster any feeling of aversion—instead, she still held him in good graces.

Chen Xi was her moonlight.

Even if it was an illusory one, a moonlight of her own imagining, it was still moonlight.

Chen Xi sincerely apologized to Leng Wanqiu, saying that three years ago he had been young and impetuous, that he had only misunderstood Leng Wanqiu back then, which was why he had done things to hurt her.

In her heart, Leng Wanqiu clearly knew.

Chen Xi's words were very likely deceiving her, yet she still forgave Chen Xi.

Chen Xi praised Leng Wanqiu's current transformation.

He said she had truly shed her old self and become an entirely different person.

Leng Wanqiu felt secretly pleased.

Later, slowly, the conversation began to open up.

Chen Xi suddenly brought up Song Mo.

"By the way, Sister Wanqiu, I see you seem to be getting a bit close to Song Mo lately?"

Leng Wanqiu's face fell a little at this.

She said with a shadowed expression:

"Yes, but he seems to only treat me as a friend."

"A friend? Heh heh."

A contemptuous smile curled at the corner of Chen Xi's mouth, and that sneer stung Leng Wanqiu deeply.

"Without Song Mo, there would be no me today."

Leng Wanqiu said, somewhat displeased.

Chen Xi said: "But I heard that the reason he got close to you wasn't because he admired you or pitied you. Sister Wanqiu, what do you think Song Mo's reason was for becoming friends with you?"

This was also a question that had been troubling Leng Wanqiu for a long time.

And just as she was puzzling over it.

Chen Xi offered her own answer.

"From the very beginning, Song Mo was putting on an act. The reason he got close to you wasn't because of you, Leng Wanqiu, but because of the Leng Group."

Through Chen Xi's account, Leng Wanqiu came to understand.

Song Mo is now in an utter fix.

The Modu An Family and the Lin Family have been suppressing him for a long time. Song Mo has been struggling to hold on, and now he's at the end of his rope.

He urgently needs an ally.

An ally who can help the Song Group without counting the cost.

Chen Xi didn't say much about many things.

Yet Leng Wanqiu suddenly saw the light.

"So that's how it is…"

She had said it herself—how could anyone be so foolish as to willingly stay by an ugly freak, caring for her down to the last detail, giving without asking for anything in return?

Turns out, everything came with an agenda.

Leng Wanqiu suddenly felt humiliated.

This was a humiliation on a deeper level, one that broke her down even more than Chen Xi's little note had.

She had been deceived all along.

Sometimes, many things only need a single excuse.

Leng Wanqiu wouldn't admit it—that she still had lingering feelings for Chen Xi, that her heart still kept drifting back to him, that the very first time her heart stirred, the very first time she fantasized about her white moonlight, it had been Chen Xi's face.

She wouldn't admit that the reason she had agreed to the meeting wasn't only to show Chen Xi the transformation she had undergone, but also carried a hidden little scheme—hiding it from Song Mo and coming out alone.

She wouldn't admit that, because of the humiliation Chen Xi had inflicted on her at the start, she was now filled with a vengeful desire to conquer—desperately wanting Chen Xi to be awed by her beauty, without ever considering Song Mo's position.

She wouldn't admit that, during the process of Song Mo helping cure her ailment and gradually making her beautiful, her original intention had already changed—the old idea of only wanting to get pretty and then marry Song Mo had vanished, replaced by far greedier delusions.

Leng Wanqiu seemed quite ambitious. Watching Song Mo care for her down to every last detail, she assumed he must already be deeply in love, while the gaze Chen Xi directed at her always hid something filthy and lustful.

Then could she become the lofty queen, toying with both Song Mo and Chen Xi in the palm of her hand?

The wild ambitions in her heart, bound by morality and weighed down by owing Song Mo too much, had never been able to come true.

Now, Chen Xi had given her a perfect excuse.

Look!

Song Mo has ulterior motives, so even if you betray him it's fine—you have a reason, an excuse, and you can even use it to seize the initiative and control Song Mo.

Let him come begging you, let him figure out a way to win you back.

A few days ago it was you who took the initiative to propose and got rejected; next time, it'll be Song Mo who humbly proposes.

Leng Wanqiu realized her own importance.

Song Mo needs her now.

The Song Group needs the Leng Group's aid.

Under immense pressure, Song Mo's spirit is on the verge of collapse; he needs Leng Wanqiu's emotional comfort.

Leng Wanqiu has every condition she needs to court disaster.

So, she betrayed him.

(End of Chapter)