Chapter 10: Character

Leng Mohan heard Luo Jiaojiao’s words, but his heart remained calm. Everyone has their own thoughts; as long as she can understand, it’s fine. It seems that she, like her parents, is inherently kind.

As for Luo Meihui, she completely inherited the character of her biological parents. The eighteen years spent in her adoptive parents’ home did not make her a bit kind; instead, she was like a natural malignant tumor, rotten to the core.

Luo Meihui was dissatisfied with her adoptive parents pouring their money into Luo Xingchen. She resented Luo Xingchen for using her adoptive parents’ money, believing it was all hers, even cursing him to die soon, completely disregarding the brother-sister relationship. This coldness and cruelty are truly chilling.

Leng Mohan also happened to overhear Luo Meihui cursing Luo Xingchen once. It was truly vicious. Uncle Luo and Aunt Lan, a kind-hearted couple, should have raised a daughter who was equally pure and kind. How could Luo Meihui, who was raised by them, be so vicious? It seems that not being biologically related, the viciousness in her bones is something no one can change.

Leng Mohan gazed at Luo Jiaojiao, a trace of imperceptible tenderness flashing in his eyes. He softly said, “Your thoughts are correct. Luo Meihui harbors deep resentment towards your cousin because your biological parents used their savings to buy medicine for your cousin, secretly wishing for his early demise.”

Luo Jiaojiao’s eyes widened, looking at Leng Mohan in disbelief. She asked in a trembling voice, “This… how is this possible? Didn’t they grow up together? Like siblings, how could she have such thoughts?”

Luo Jiaojiao knew Luo Meihui was a bad person, scheming, but how could she harbor such hatred for her brother, with whom she had lived for eighteen years?

Luo Jiaojiao also knew some things. Although not as good as Luo Jiahui’s family, her biological parents didn’t lack anything for Luo Meihui; she had everything a girl in an ordinary family should have.

Luo Jiaojiao envied that life even more. In her adoptive parents’ home, she seemed to be favored, but in reality, they treated her as a commodity, waiting to be sold off to a suitable buyer.

If she could choose, Luo Jiaojiao wished she hadn’t been switched at birth, to have grown up safely and healthily with her biological parents. Although not wealthy, it would have been free and warm.

“Why wouldn’t it be? The greed in Luo Meihui’s eyes is evident to anyone who sees it. Moreover, your cousin Luo Xingchen didn’t live with them; he was in your father’s hometown, where there’s a doctor with excellent medical skills. Your cousin is recuperating there, and that doctor is also your cousin’s teacher,” Leng Mohan explained to Luo Jiaojiao.

After hearing his explanation, Luo Jiaojiao immediately understood.

She knew Luo Meihui’s malice well; those days of being bullied were vivid in her memory. Luo Meihui always framed her, attributing things she didn’t do to her, and her adoptive parents showed her no affection.

“Being able to get a marriage license with you and leave that place of strife, I am truly happy,” Luo Jiaojiao said honestly. Although their new home’s living conditions weren’t as affluent as before, she was happy and content.

Leng Mohan had already investigated Luo Jiaojiao’s past; he knew everything about her from birth to the present.

He also arranged for someone to deal with Luo Meihui. Could his wife be bullied by her?

At this moment, Luo Meihui was in dire straits, suffering greatly. She had tried to deal with Luo Jiaojiao, but unexpectedly tasted the same bitter fruit. Leng Mohan glanced at his watch, a cold smile curving his lips. He assumed Luo Meihui was already experiencing what he had prepared for her.

After making requests to the photographer, Leng Mohan took Luo Jiaojiao into the studio.

Both of them were exceptionally beautiful. Leng Mohan wore a neat military uniform, while Luo Jiaojiao wore a striking red dress, like a moving painting.

Standing there, they naturally formed a beautiful scene, attracting everyone’s attention.

The photographer was also shocked by their beauty. He had never seen such an outstanding couple.

Unfortunately, Leng Mohan was a soldier, exuding a cold aura. Yet, a bold idea sprouted in the photographer’s heart—if he could hang their photos outside the shop to attract customers, many people would come to take pictures, wouldn’t they? Of course, this was just an unrealistic fantasy; he could only silently yearn in his heart.

“When can we get the photos?” Leng Mohan suddenly interrupted the photographer’s thoughts.

The photographer was pulled back to reality by the question. He looked up at Leng Mohan and replied, “The day after tomorrow. If you’re in a hurry, you can pay an extra fee, and you can pick them up tomorrow.”

Leng Mohan nodded slightly. “We’ll come to pick them up the day after tomorrow,” and left the photo studio with Luo Jiaojiao.

“Okay.” The photographer watched their departing backs, relieved. Leng Mohan’s aura was too strong; it made him feel breathless.

“Captain Leng.” Zhou Wenwen’s voice was slightly incredulous; her gaze lingered between Leng Mohan and Luo Jiaojiao. The figure that had made her suspicious at the supply and marketing cooperative was right before her eyes.

It was really Leng Mohan, and the woman beside him, who was she?

Zhou Wenwen forced herself to calm down. She took a deep breath and stepped forward. Her heart was beating fast. No, she hadn’t heard that he had someone he liked before.

“Captain Leng, who is she?” Zhou Wenwen’s voice carried a hint of imperceptible nervousness. She had always known that Leng Mohan was an orphan, with no relatives or sisters.

However, Luo Jiaojiao’s appearance made her feel unprecedented pressure. Luo Jiaojiao’s beauty and excellence made her worry about this woman’s relationship with Leng Mohan.

Zhou Wenwen felt a crisis.

Leng Mohan felt puzzled by the questioning tone in Zhou Wenwen’s voice; their interactions were not many.

He glanced at Luo Jiaojiao beside him and calmly announced, “Luo Jiaojiao, my wife. Zhou Wenwen is from the art troupe.”

Having said that, Leng Mohan intended to leave with Luo Jiaojiao, no longer entangled with Zhou Wenwen.

However, a huge wave surged in Zhou Wenwen’s heart. She looked at Leng Mohan in disbelief, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to confess her long-held feelings.

But looking around, she noticed that people’s eyes were on them, and discussions were rife. She could only forcibly restrain herself, burying that deep affection in her heart.

“Is that so? I haven’t heard of you getting married before?” A subtle expression appeared on Zhou Wenwen’s face as she looked at Leng Mohan and asked tentatively.

“We’ve already gotten our marriage certificate, and the marriage application is under review. Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant to me. Move aside, we’re going home.” A sharp glint flashed in Leng Mohan’s eyes. He clearly sensed Luo Jiaojiao’s nervousness and didn’t want to continue entangling with Zhou Wenwen. He still needed to rest; he hadn’t slept all night guarding the car last night.