Reincarnation - Lord Is Extremely Hardcore Chapter 56 Part4

"Risking your life to fabricate a ghost. Would anyone do such a stupid thing?" Her soft voice came from behind him as Mo Qianren's fingertips grazed the doork.n.o.b, like she was trying to emphasize something. 

He paused. Translated by The Novelst

He didn't know why, but he felt a slight happiness when he heard her speak. Whether it was because it meant that if the car accident was planned, then that poor, innocent child was the victim of a scheme, or that it meant that the kindness Mu Rulan showed saved a child's life - he didn't know. 

Mo Qianren's pause seemed to indicate he didn't plan on leaving any longer. 

Mu Rulan raised her brows, a hint of a smile in her eyes. This guy was strange - wasn't he a little too easy to satisfy? 

"I'm gentle?" Mo Qianren had finally processed the first question that Mu Rulan asked. 

He found it odd. No one had ever used such a word to describe him. What did the people at the jail in California call him again? … A tyrant? 

"Not gentle?" she asked back, feeling that his reaction was amusing. 

"This is a new word," he said very seriously, like the word "gentle" was worth pondering. 

"Are you not going to continue interrogating, sir?" Mu Rulan's tone was a little teasing. 

"Even if I ask further, will you answer?" She didn't seem like a sixteen-year-old. She was smart and tactful, sometimes evil and sometimes righteous. She was like weeds underwater. He could never quite find the right angle to capture her. 

"If you ask the right way, maybe," she smiled sweetly. But as she finished talking her brows furrowed. The face that had just recovered some color turned pale. c.r.a.p, today was her… 

"What's wrong?" asked Mo Qianren, noticing the change in her face. 

What was that expression? Embarra.s.sment? Shameful? Painful… 

Mu Rulan clutched her stomach, the throbbing pain making her feel like her insides were being minced by a meat grinder. Her forehead was dotted with cold sweat. 

Noticing her movements and adding that information to her expression, he found it odd but still walked to the cabinet behind the doctor's desk and searched for a painkiller. He brought out tow pills and poured her a gla.s.s of water. 

Why was it that the ones who had to suffer through periods were women and not men? This was the eternal question, especially for woman who suffered pain during their period. 

Mu Rulan felt like she would expire from embarra.s.sment. 

Taking the pills and water from him, she swallowed them down quickly. And a sensation from below had her grabbing his hand as she handed back the empty gla.s.s, "Mr. Mo…" 

His hand turned stiff. Though she didn't say it out loud, the request was clear in her eyes: sanitary pad, sanitary pad, sanitary pad… 

Mo Qianren didn't even know how he'd ended up promising to help her purchase some pads… He only remembered his ears were hot when he came out of the infirmary. 

It was the first time he bought sanitary pads. Somehow, when he got there, the impact had already faded. His expression was calm, like he had just come to buy a pack of tissue. 

Inside the market, the shopkeeper and cas.h.i.+er were both women. When the shopkeeper saw Mo Qianren, her eyes brightened. "Sir, what are you looking for?" 

"…" Her expression was stunned. Translated by The Novelst

Mo Qianren stood in front of the row of sanitary products. Looking at those colorful images, varied packaging and options, his brows furrowed.

He simply took two from the shelf and asked, "How are these different?" 

Although she was a little sad to hear that Mo Qianren was helping his girlfriend buy pads, she still wanted to leave a good impression. "Some of these are for daytime use, and some are for nighttime use. Some are ultrthin, and others have added length and thickness. Also, some have wings and some don't, and there are mint or lavender-scented products…" 

Mo Qianren remained silent for a moment before interrupting her long speech. Buying pads for a woman seemed to be more trouble than capturing a psychopathic killer… 

"I want something for a young girl. It has to be thick with added length, and good quality so it doesn't disturb the skin." He was considerate of Mu Rulan's condition. 

A little later, the shopkeeper held her cheeks while staring after the man who had grabbed the plastic bag and disappeared into the sunlight. She exclaimed, "I also want a man who is willing to go to the supermarket to buy me pads… And someone as good-looking as him…"

The cas.h.i.+er aunty rolled her eyes. "Last time you said you wanted a man who is willing to die for you, and that he had to be as handsome as Dong Sixuan." 

The shopkeeper rolled her eyes in irritation. "Aunty, you're so behind. Nowadays, an abstinent man is more attractive for a woman to walk all over when compared to a player!" Dong Sixuan, that kind of superstar, he was only good to look at. 

The aunty didn't really know what she meant by abstinent man or player. "No matter what kind of man it is, nowadays, as long as a man falls in love with a woman, an abstinent man can turn into a player or a player can turn into an abstinent man. The love of a man to a woman is purely animal: the problem is whether the loyal dog can be attracted by others." 

……

Mu Rulan was covered in a cold sweat and lying p.r.o.ne on the bed. Though she had already downed the painkillers, the pain remained. Just as she thought she would ruin the bed, Mo Qianren finally returned with the pads. 

The young girl lay on the bed, in so much pain that she was in a little ball. Her face was pale and her hair was damp with sweat and messily strewn across the bed, a few strands stuck on her face. She looked weak as gla.s.s.

Proofread by: Hannah