Black Lotus

The next morning, as he was walking back after buying some breakfast, Tang Shuo saw a message that his friend sent to him.

[OMG! Go check it out yourself. Someone posted this just then. That little kitten of yours got some sharp tooth!]

Tang Shuo quickly opened the link and watched the video. In the video, Wen Niannan was tightly grabbing onto Shen Luoan’s hands and questioning him where he got the music from. Shen Luoan, however, was only struggling and shouting in pain.

The video abruptly stopped after that. Anyone that didn’t know any back story would easily interpret Wen Niannan’s actions as being jealous of Mr. Gu’s new relationship and the acquisition was nothing more than an excuse.

Obviously, someone wanted to deliberately discredit Wen Niannan. Sure enough, the comments were flooded with hate toward Wen Niannan and filled with pity for Shen Luoan.

[Oh my god, the little prince is so pitiful. He was certainly being framed by this evil person!]

[You ugly son of a bitch, go die!]

[Where’s your evidence? How dare you accuse our innocent little prince? Such a vicious human being!]

[Look, the little prince’s arm is all red. How painful!]

[So disgusting, no wonder Mr. Gu hates him]

[I know the back story. These two met in the high school I went to and they’re a perfect match]

Seeing those other people who knew them well already got in the conversation, Tang Shuo knew that the past couldn’t be covered up anymore, making him more and more furious.

Suddenly wondering if Wen Niannan also saw this or not, he rushed back into the hospital, only to see that the person on the bed was watching a video on the tablet.

Tang Shuo’s heart sank. So he still saw it. How won’t he? After all, he cares about it so much…

Pretending to have just returned from the outside, Tang Shuo opened the door and walked in, “I’m back. It’s so cold outside.”

“Niannan, do you want to try the porridge I bought for you?” Tang Shuo took out the porridge over and wanted to feed him.

Refusing to be fed, Wen Niannan put the tablet down, took the bowl, and started eating by himself.

“Tang Shuo.”

“Huh? What’s the matter?”

“I want to leave the hospital.”

Wen Niannan’s words surprised Tang Shuo so much that the egg in his hand fell to the ground.

“How… how can I let you out of the hospital if you aren’t even recovered yet?” The doctor told him to take extra care of Wen Niannan, but now that Wen Niannan wanted to get out, Tang Shuo panicked.

Wen Niannan looked away from the porridge and said to Tang Shuo apologetically yet firmly, “I’m fine. I’ll ask Aunt Lan to pay more attention to my eating habits. Thank you for staying with me for the past few days. I can’t bother you anymore.”

“I have nothing to do in my studio anyways. I can still with you for as long as you want.”

Tang Shuo was scared that Wen Niannan might do something stupid after seeing the video and comments on the Internet.

“Seriously, I’m fine. I asked the doctor while you are gone just then, and the doctor said I can be discharged from the hospital, as long as I can keep up at home. You have a business to take care of, not just me.”

Wen Niannan felt very sorry for Tang Shuo. He understood how much Tang Shuo had done for him, but the more Tang Shuo gave him, the more he felt guilty. He didn’t have anything that he could replay Tang Shuo’s kindness.

“When will you go? I can go get everything ready for you, ” said Tang Shuo disappointingly, seeing that it was impossible to convince him.

“Right now.”

“Now? Why in such a rush?”

“Well, I still have things to do.”

Wen Niannan looked at the tablet placed on the bedside table. An anxious expression flashed in his eyes.

Translated by: Summit

Edited by: UnderTheMoon