Good Morning, Mister Dragon! (WN)
chapter-310

Long Sijue saw the small scratch on the young woman’s cheek and immediately pulled her over to him. He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “How did you get injured?”

“I fought with Qiao Yiren.” Su Qianxun gazed at him with a straight face. She wanted to see his response.

“Why did you fight with her?”

Long Sijue was already in a very good mood. He felt even more pleased as he assumed that the young woman fought with Qiao Yiren because of him. This little thing finally learned how jealousy felt like.

“She said something awful about my younger brother. Of course I would beat her up!” Su Qianxun did not think twice. She told the truth right away.

But the moment she finished her sentence, Long Sijue’s expression froze and even turned slightly grim. She fought with that woman because of another man. It was not about him at all!

Long Sijue suddenly pushed the young woman away and continued to work on his laptop.

Su Qianxun who was sitting beside him froze for a moment. She suddenly felt a hint of sadness in her chest.

‘Why is he acting like this? Is it because I fought with Qiao Yiren?

‘Is he falling for Qiao Yiren for real?’

Su Qianxun pursed her lips tightly. She did not even know why she was so bothered.

The two of them were silent during the car ride. Su Qianxun felt increasingly frustrated. She reached out to tug at Long Sijue’s shirt, and Long Sijue eventually turned to look at her. The young woman took the briefcase, put it on her lap and opened it. She said, “This is the remaining six hundred thousand RMB. I am returning some of the money I owe you for my younger brother’s medical fee to you… I will return the money for my apartment and the renovation fee once I earn them.”

Long Sijue stared coldly at her when he heard that. He suddenly sneered. “You seem very eager to draw the line between us.”

Su Qianxun was dumbfounded.

She stared at him in confusion. The young woman was seriously puzzled. ‘Did I do something wrong? I’m just returning some of the money I owe him.’

“You won first place in the race because of me. I did fifty-percent of the work, so I own half of this one million RMB. In short, you have only paid one hundred thousand RMB of your total debt!” Long Sijue shut the briefcase with force. He then lifted it and tossed it aside.

Su Qianxun felt the weight lifted from her lap. She looked at the briefcase and bit her lower lip hard. She felt even more dejected.

‘But… what he had just said was right.’

“Understood. I’ll work hard to pay back the rest of my debt.”

After Su Qianxun said that, she got up and sat in a seat farther away from him. She assumed that he probably no longer wanted to sit with her.

Perhaps he wished that Qiao Yiren would be by his side.

Su Qianxun did not even realize how jealous she was.

Long Sijue fixed his gaze on her the entire time. After a moment, he took out a cigarette and started smoking to ease his frustration.

The car arrived at the hospital. When Long Sijue dragged Su Qianxun out of the car, she finally realized that this man had brought her here to receive fluid transfusion.

But once they were in the ward, Long Sijue only stayed until the nurse was done inserting the needle into Su Qianxun’s vein. He left immediately after.

As Su Qianxun lay in bed alone, she felt rather empty inside.

…..

Long Sijue and Si Mancheng found Tang Zui at the cemetery. By the time they saw him, he had already drank a lot of alcohol. At that moment, he seemed awfully calm. He was not crying, nor was he screaming hysterically. However, the air of melancholy around him was heartbreaking.

Today was Tang Zui’s mother’s death anniversary. They could barely remember how many years had passed since that gentle, loving woman left her two children behind and leaped off the twenty-eighth floor of a building. She fell and was crushed into a mush of flesh and blood. When they found her, they could barely recognize her face.

Long Sijue and Si Mancheng knew that he would feel miserable this day every year. Every single year, the two of them had kept him company as he went through this torturous day.

Tang Zui gazed at the picture of the woman on the headstone. He did not look like his mother. She was a very innocent-looking woman. She was not breathtakingly beautiful, but her she had a pleasing and approachable face.

As he stared at his mother’s photograph, he suddenly smiled. But he looked even more sad and pitiful compared to when he cried.