The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 37 - 35 Prison (11) I was too naive

37: Chapter 35: Prison (11) I was too naive

37: Chapter 35: Prison (11) I was too naive

“Get lost,”

New novel chapt𝒆rs are published on ƒгeewebnovёl.com.

Zhao Xiwen shook off her hand and, leaning on the wall, walked down the steps slowly and heavily, while Su Mo and company had already descended the stairs and disappeared from their view.

“I’m sorry, I…

I just wanted to help you because you seemed so alone,”

Chu Mengyao’s eyes reddened, and Ai Yang walked over to her side and pulled her, “Let’s go, Mengyao, why bother with her?”

“You guys go ahead,” she broke free from his grasp and called out gently to Mo Yan at the bottom of the stairs, “I’m fine, you guys hurry on.”

She stubbornly stood beside Zhao Xiwen to accompany her down the stairs slowly, and seeing this, Mo Yan nodded and led his people away first.

The burly man following behind Zhao Xiwen was already impatient.

Air hummed from his garlic-like nose, and as he spit on the steps, he muttered, “Such dilly-dallying, what a hassle.”

Her head seemed to lower even more as she moved on without a word.

Seeing that her pace was extremely slow, Chu Mengyao still came forward, took her hand, and placed it on her own shoulder:

“Let’s hurry up.

With what’s happened to Momo now, I have to help you no matter what.”

Hearing Chu Mengyao mention Su Mo, it seemed the entire building must have heard.

Zhao Xiwen stopped resisting and let herself be partially supported as she walked, asking softly, “Are you and Su Mo close?”

Glad that she had spoken, Chu Mengyao relaxed and said gently, “We went to the same university, and back then, Mo Yan and we were very close.”

“It’s just…” she paused, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, “we all fell for the same man.”

Zhao Xiwen stopped in her tracks as her previously dead eyes sparkled, her voice barely containing her excitement, “You’re saying Su Mo likes Mo Yan?!”

“No, Mo Yan, he…

ah,” Chu Mengyao pretended to be flustered and leaned in to whisper, “Momo is already with your leader, and you pretend not to know?”

“Hmm,” Zhao Xiwen lowered her head again, a glimmer of light fleeting in her eyes as the heart buried deep in ice seemed to start cracking and thawing.

The two made their way to the exercise yard, which was brightly lit.

After some cleaning, the bloodstains that could not be washed away had been tidied up completely.

All the strong men in the prison were orderly lined up and standing neatly in the middle, with those who had followed behind them for tasks now blending in.

Mo Yan’s and Su Mo’s teams each stood on one side.

“Do you want me to help you over?” Chu Mengyao asked her softly.

“No need, just go to your side,”

“All right,”

The two helped each other merge into Mo Yan’s group, and he only glanced at them without speaking.

Su Mo noticed the two of them arm in arm like good sisters, and when Chu Mengyao saw her staring, she gave her a gentle smile.

As a response, Su Mo, nestled in Lu Chen’s arms, also curved her lips into a weak smile, her eyes crescent-like, devoid of real mirth.

She had absolutely no idea that at this moment, a huge metaphorical ‘hat’, was about to be placed upon her head.

In front of everyone sat a chair, with Li Qian standing beside it, bowing slightly to them and, touching his nose bridge, said, “Please wait a moment, Old Shen Du will be here shortly.”

Down in the corridor on the first floor of the dormitory, Old Shen Du, leaning on his cane, stabbed it fiercely into the ground.

The pervasive scent of blood in the air no longer excited him, replaced instead by endless rage.

His sagging facial skin trembled with anger, “The body, where is the body?

Why is there no body!”

Hao Hu followed behind him, not daring to make a sound, while one of the attendants mustered the courage to speak, “There must be a Space Superpower User mixed into our prison, otherwise how could the body just vanish?”

“Who on earth is it!

Who!

Cough, cough,” Old Shen Du, gasping with severe coughing fits, his wrinkled eyes shone even more brightly and sinisterly—he might already have a guess.

“Have someone clean this place up and take that woman and the gatekeeper away,”

Hao Hu promptly obeyed the command and hurriedly supported him as they headed to the airing area.

Waiting had nearly exhausted Su Mo to the point where she was almost draped over Lu Chen and was barely stifling a yawn.

Mo Yan, who usually had a gentle demeanor like a Prince Charming, now had a rare tight expression on his face, ignoring Ai Yang’s attempts at conversation.

She leaned her head against Lu Chen’s chest and muttered softly, “Why haven’t they come yet?”

The stone was nice to look at, but too hard to lean on; she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Jianxiong observed the overlapping silhouettes of the two for a while before he leaned in close to Su Mo and whispered, “Honestly, in that position, Boss Lu really does look like your dad.”

“Huh?” Su Mo’s sleepiness instantly vanished.

Her face, which she intended to appear frail, almost couldn’t hold back her expression.

Her whole delicate body shook as she looked up at Lu Chen’s darkened face and quickly lowered her head again, biting her lips tightly to control her facial expression.

The hand that Lu Chen had wrapped around Su Mo’s waist tightened, and she almost couldn’t catch her breath.

This time, Su Mo stopped laughing and tried to pinch a handful of flesh from his waist with her opposite hand.

Failing to grasp anything on this man, who didn’t have an ounce of excess fat, she softly apologized:

“I was wrong, I was wrong; please loosen up a bit.

Go scold Jianxiong, it wasn’t me who said it.”

Jianxiong had already stepped back two paces to distance himself from the pair, his square face struggling to hide a smug grin.

Lu Chen lowered his head, long silvery strands of hair falling from the side of his ear, his deep blue pupils ice-cold as he uttered, “Do I look very old?”

“No, not old at all.

It’s just that I’m too green,” she replied.

As Su Mo twisted his fingers, she admired her own ability to keep a straight face while shamelessly praising herself.

“…”

These interactions between the two were fully observed by Zhao Xiwen, who surprisingly didn’t get angry and even managed to respond with a smile when Chu Mengyao spoke to her.

She thought that someone like Lu Chen, who stood high above, would never allow such a dirty woman to drag him down from his pedestal.

A disturbance arose from outside the airing area.

Old Shen Du was at the forefront, dragging behind him a woman covered in naked bruises and scars, followed by two burly men with bare upper bodies.

Su Mo recognized Yue Ru and the two guards immediately.

Her mood for teasing gone, she adjusted her facial expression and quietly nestled in the man’s embrace to minimize her presence, aware that she carried more than a dozen bodies in her bag.

“Mengyao!

Save me, Mengyao!

I was forced, Mengyao!”

Yue Ru, harnessed with a rope around her neck like a dog, scratched at the ground as she was dragged, her fingers tearing and bleeding, as the coarse concrete left bloody traces on her naked body.

Chu Mengyao supported Zhao Xiwen, looking both surprised and upset.

“Mo Yan…

she…”

Mo Yan didn’t respond, merely standing straight with a surge of red light in his eyes, fixing his gaze on what lay ahead.

Ai Yang moved beside her to offer comfort, “This is no small matter.

Over a dozen superpower users died, Mengyao.”

“Yue Ru was my college roommate, so I…” Chu Mengyao lowered her head with a pale face, aware of the seriousness of the situation: “I’m sorry, it was my fault.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, everyone knows you’re kind,” Ai Yang consoled her again and Chu Mengyao’s complexion finally improved.

However, the look in her eyes still carried regret as she watched Yue Ru’s shattered form.

Li Qian took Old Shen Du from Hao Hu’s hands and helped him sit down beside a chair.

The entire airing area was filled with an unprecedented level of tension.