The Chef Rules the Last Days

30: Chapter 28: Prison (Four) Going to the Appointment 30: Chapter 28: Prison (Four) Going to the Appointment “Um…” Did these two really have to be so lovey-dovey in front of her?

The woman’s crying echoed through the hallway, Su Mo growing impatient, she tapped Mo Yan signaling him to move aside.

“I mean, senior, are you ever going to stop crying?”

Chu Mengyao’s crying immediately ceased, she raised her hand to wipe her tears and sobbed, “I’m so sorry, I should have let the meteor kill me, I shouldn’t have let Mo Yan save me.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Mo Yan comforted, patting her shoulder, and said softly to Su Mo, “Su Mo, be careful with your words.”

“I think she’s quite self-aware,” Lu Chen, who had been leaning against the door without speaking, glanced at Chu Mengyao, then rubbed the top of Su Mo’s head disdainfully, “Do you even know this kind of person?”

“Exactly,” Su Mo pouted, nodding her head.

Being so blatantly mocked, Chu Mengyao’s tears started flowing again.

She looked at Su Mo with eyes full of endless grievance, “Momo, are you blaming me for stealing Mo Yan?”

Hearing this, Mo Yan instinctively looked at Su Mo and opened his mouth to explain but, catching Chu Mengyao’s grievance-filled eyes, he closed his mouth again.

The hand that had been rubbing Su Mo’s head tightened suddenly, grasping her entire head.

Lu Chen’s dangerous voice came from above, “You like him, huh?”

That “huh” made Su Mo shiver inside, she was terrified this man would twist her head off.

She tugged at his shirt pleadingly, “How could I, we have nothing, right, Senior Mo Yan?”

We have nothing…

For some reason, Mo Yan felt uneasy, yet he still conjured up a gentle smile, “Right.”

Only then did Lu Chen release his hand, but the coldness slowly emanating from him still made Su Mo shiver.

Could she ask to turn on the air conditioning?

As they spoke, another door on the opposite side opened, Jianxiong scratching his head as he walked out, gruffly saying, “What the hell is all the screaming about during the day, which old hag is crying so awfully?”

“I just genuinely came to apologize…

you…

you all!”

This time Chu Mengyao couldn’t cry anymore, she trembled, pointing at Su Mo then hurried away covering her face.

“Be careful of Old Shen Du,” watching her run away, Mo Yan hesitated for a moment before dropping a cryptic comment and then followed in pursuit.

“What’s going on, who are those two?” Jianxiong asked, his big eyes wide with confusion, having listened inside for a long time before coming out: “Does sister still have old acquaintances here?”

Acquaintances?

Su Mo smiled shaking her head, waved her hand, “Not really, college classmates.”

“But…

who is Old Shen Du?” she looked up and asked Lu Chen.

The man’s expression turned solemn as he straightened up and opened the door behind him, “Let’s go inside and talk.”

The hallway fell silent, Zhao Xiweng peeked through a crack in the door, the outside was empty.

She clenched her fist, her eyes filled with reluctance, even having to speak separately now, …Old Shen Du, huh.

The three sat around a small table.

Speaking of Old Shen Du, Jianxiong actually knew, this was one of Lu Chen’s great accomplishments, known throughout the entire military district.

“Right.”

“I remember back then, Boss Lu crippled one of his legs and sent him here, right?”

Su Mo’s eyes widened as she began to look up to Lu Chen,

“Right,” Lu Chen seemed to enjoy that look, the temperature around him rose slightly, his long fingertips intermittently tapping on the table: “Him being alive can also explain why this prison was preserved.”

“So, are we entering the lion’s den?” Su Mo asked, her hands folded on the table, tilting her head to look at him.

As expected, the man flicked her forehead, “Only you are.”

“Hmph,” Su Mo grimaced, covering her head, She really was going to be flicked stupid by him.

“Sister, all we need to do now is figure out whether the Jiang Residence came here or not,” Jianxiong laughed heartily, then added, “If Old Shen Du is still alive, it’s very likely they’ve never been here.”

“Hmm,” Lu Chen, of course, knew this well and said coldly, “Let’s rest here for now and wait until the day we can communicate before we leave.”

He knew Shen Du’s character well; if he could deal with him once, he could do it a second time.

Su Mo propped her head up, suddenly thinking of something with bright eyes, how could she have forgotten—Lu Chen was like a walking arsenal, no wonder he was so fearless.

After Yue Ru told Chu Mengyao that Su Mo had come, she waited for her return in her room.

She looked around the clean and tidy room, her eyes lingering on the cosmetics laid out on the table, a feeling of jealousy stirring within.

Despite her daily chores being light, she still had to return to a cell shared with eight others at night, a place riddled with snakes, bugs, mice, and dirt.

The difference in treatment between superpower users and ordinary people was truly like heaven and earth.

She picked up a lipstick and was about to apply it when there was a noise from outside the door; hurriedly, she put it down just as Chu Mengyao pushed the door open and entered.

“How about it?” she walked over and asked.

Chu Mengyao pushed her away and sat on the bed, her eyes teary as she shouted, “Leave me alone!”

Caught off guard by the shove, Yue Ru staggered, stabilizing herself against the wall; she held back her words: “Then I’ll go out first.”

Mo Yan followed and greeted Yue Ru before entering the room and crouching in front of the bed to gently call out,

“Mengyao,”

“She’s just an ordinary person, and I’ve been so humble,” Chu Mengyao, her eyes teary, forcefully slapped the bed and asked him, “Do you like her?”

She hadn’t missed his hesitation just now.

Mo Yan paused before answering, “…No.”

Chu Mengyao was their only Water Element Superpower User, so he needed to keep her emotions in check; he patted her knee gently and said, “You’re overthinking this.”

“Then do you like me?” Chu Mengyao grabbed his hand, her beautiful face stained with tears and full of hope, this man had never admitted their relationship.

“Get some rest, don’t think too much,” Mo Yan gently pulled his hand away, patted her shoulder comfortingly, and then turned and left without answering.

She threw off the covers and, in a burst of frustration, grabbed them again and tore them, her face somber and dark.

Night fell.

“Knock, knock.”

The door was knocked.

“No matter what happens, stay close to me,” Lu Chen got up and instructed Su Mo.

“Got it,”

It seemed that every time there was danger, Lu Chen always said this to her, implying that tonight they were heading into a trap.

He opened the door, and Li Qian, as anticipated, had come to invite them; he pushed up his glasses and made a polite gesture, “Our boss has invited you, please come.”

The three exchanged glances and followed him; Zhao Xiweng, who had been alone in the room, was already asked to come out by Jianxiong who helped her up; the four of them followed Li Qian to the appointment.

The night was bustling at the dormitory, with brawny men scarred and fierce as well as students in their twenties mingling about, all from Southern University.

Many people had heard of Su Mo and cast curious glances toward her.

On the ground floor, whenever a superpower user came back, Yue Ru had to get up to greet them.

Several brutes just back from the outside covered in blood even stopped at the table to tease her a bit.

“Damn, those are really big,” they laughed heartily.