Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

“Well then, let’s leave it at that.”

The person on the other end of the line hung up eagerly.

Listening to the busy tone in the phone line, Gu Li pursed her lips. Unfathomably, she felt like Brother Ting was a little different that day.

Perhaps she was overthinking it?

Gu Li had no idea that Murong Si had not only blocked and manipulated her communications, but he even used a robot to collect Mo Shiting’s vocal data to impersonate him and talk to her.

How could Gu Li, caught in this nearly perfect trap, have any suspicions?

Even if she had any, they were fleeting.

Elsewhere, in Hua Country.

Lu’s Hospital.

Li Jinyao walked to the VIP ward’s entrance, just in time to see Lu Cong coming out.

The two looked at each other, their gazes complex.

Li Jinyao was the first to speak: “Is he still refusing to talk?”

“Yes.”

Lu Cong sighed, “I guess this time, he’s truly devastated.”

Li Jinyao furrowed his brow, “I will go in and see him.”

As he was about to open the door, he was stopped by Lu Cong, “He’s asleep. Let’s go to my office and chat for a bit.”

“Alright!”

Li Jinyao nodded, and then they both left one after the other.

Returning to the office, Lu Cong took off his white lab coat, took a drink out of the fridge, and handed it to Li Jinyao, saying, “He’s not doing well. He was already badly injured, and then he stubbornly flew back a long way. Now he hasn’t eaten, drunk or spoken for several days. To be honest, in the 20 years I’ve known him as a brother, I’ve never seen him this depressed.”

“Love lost, normal.”

Li Jinyao was thoughtful.

Lu Cong chuckled lightly: “You act as if you’ve suffered from heartbreak before?”

Ignoring Lu Cong’s ridicule, Li Jinyao unscrewed the lid of the drink and took a sip, “The one who tied the bell on the tiger must untie it, only Gu Li can bring him back.”

“Are you sure?”

Lu Cong returned to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs, “Gu Li is now living in Murong Si’s house. So many days have passed and she hasn’t made a single phone call. And then look at the state Mo Shiting is in. What does this say? It means they’ve had a falling out.”

Li Jinyao sat down as well, saying seriously, “Maybe we could still salvage the situation.”

“Do you have a way?”

Lu Cong perked up at this.

Li Jinyao: “I’m thinking.”

“Well, I do have a way.”

Lu Cong stroked his exquisite chin, a glimmer of different light flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.

Li Jinyao gave him no face at all, “You wouldn’t be asking me to find Murong Qian for you, would you?”

Lu Cong:

Was he that obvious?

During this period, Murong Qian was as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth; her phone was turned off, she didn’t reply to text messages, it was driving people crazy.

Thinking of this, he adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge, leaned closer to Li Jinyao, “Your information network, Hawk, is spread all over the world, can’t you help me find Murong Qian?”

Li Jinyao snorted in disdain: “No!”

“Hey, are we brothers or not?”

“Which is closer, brothers or sisters?”

Li Jinyao capped the bottle of drink, threw it in the nearby trash can, and stood up.

Seeing this, Lu Cong couldn’t help but stand up as well, “You know, I really don’t like—”

“Stop!”

Li Jinyao raised his hand to stop him, “Regardless of whether you like it or not, you are engaged. I’m not going to betray my sister and help you pursue other women.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Cong tugged at his shirt collar in annoyance, took a deep breath, “I admit, I have my own selfish motives for finding Murong Qian, but I’m more worried about Shiting. I know what’s more important.”

“Hmph, I hope so!”

Li Jinyao added a grim smile, brushed past him, and left with long strides.

Watching his sturdy figure gradually disappear, Lu Cong couldn’t help but curse under his breath and forcefully pounded on the office desk.

Li Jinyao exited Lu Cong’s office, his handsome face suddenly turned gloomy.

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

He picked up the phone while walking, seeing that it was from Mo Shiting, he answered eagerly.

“Finally willing to speak?”

“Where are you? Come over.”

Mo Shiting’s voice was faint, devoid of any emotion.

Li Jinyao was worried, he replied “Okay,” and hastened his pace.

Two minutes later, he hurriedly pushed open the door to the VIP ward.

Mo Shiting was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, seeming listless.

Lu Yang carefully placed a cushion at his lower back, respectfully greeted Li Jinyao upon his entrance, “Young Master Li.”

Knowing the two had something to discuss, Lu Yang promptly excused himself.

Li Jinyao walked over, sat down on the chair next to him, and got straight to the point, “Tell me, what do you need my help with?”