The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 149 - 124 (Happy Minor Year)

Mo Junhua felt satisfied; he liked how Lan Tian could speak his mind freely in front of him without any reservations, instead of maintaining a formal and distant relationship.

"What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you. You have to eat something; grandma would be worried if she knew you were like this." Mo Junhua insisted on making Lan Tian eat.

This man was stubborn; nine bulls wouldn’t be able to pull him back.

"I brought some peaches from home, I’ll just eat them if I’m hungry. Don’t worry about me, I’m grown up and won’t starve myself. You go ahead and eat!" Seeing that Mo Junhua was about to persuade him again, Lan Tian said sternly.

Glancing at Lan Tian’s bowl, which only had a few bites of rice, and seeing that she really couldn’t eat any more, and to avoid getting her angered again, he took her bowl, finished the rice inside, and then cleaned up the dishes.

"Zhao Li’s issue has been resolved, there’s no need to worry. I’ve told Su Qing and Zhang Tian not to speak of yesterday’s incident. If any word leaks out, military rules will apply. Don’t be fooled by their usual playful behavior, they understand the severity of the situation."

Lan Tian hummed in response and moved to sit by the coffee table, "Let it leak if it must, I’m just a person who dislikes hassle, not someone who fears trouble."

It was she who had the medical skills; she would heal whoever she wanted to, and it had nothing to do with anyone else. If it weren’t for that bit of merit, she really wouldn’t want to save Mo Junhua’s subordinates.

As a cultivator, Lan Tian was very sensitive; after treating Zhao Li, she vaguely felt the merit granted back to her by the universal laws.

Boiling water was on the stove, and she took out the Spiritual Tea flowers from the Sleeve Universe to brew. The faint fragrance of the tea permeated the room, and Lan Tian poured herself a cup, slowly savoring the wonderful sensation, squinting her eyes in delight.

Watching her relaxed and pleased expression, Mo Junhua felt an itch in his heart, finished cleaning up, and went to sit next to Lan Tian, also pouring himself a cup, imitating Lan Tian in slowly savoring the tea.

The tea set and the stove had been replaced; it wasn’t the set he had originally found, but a new purple one, more exquisitely made and finer to touch, certainly not the rough handmade sets sold for a few yuan in the market.

The two quietly drank their tea, neither speaking, the room warm and tranquil.

Nearly finished with his small cup of tea, Mo Junhua turned to look at Lan Tian.

"Girl, there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time, do you dislike me?"

Since the two met in childhood, the girl had always been very cautious and guarded against him, but he thought it was understandable since she was in a strange place.

Having known each other for over a decade, essentially growing up together, any unfamiliarity should have developed some affection by now. A stone, over ten years, should have warmed up, and now they were married and supposed to live together, yet she still guarded against him, not allowing his approach.

He would advance a step, and she would retreat, sometimes even more than one.

Lan Tian looked up at Mo Junhua, the question was finally asked—she thought Mo Junhua would never ask it, suppressed in his heart!

"You’ve noticed, huh," Lan Tian said melancholically, "I’ve never intended to be with you, even though we are married now, I never planned to live with you. If I don’t acknowledge it, this marriage is invalid for me."

Mo Junhua’s eyes shimmered with a hidden sharpness as he lowered them, suppressing the fierceness within, his expression calmly saying, "Why? You dislike me so much, if there’s something I’ve done wrong, tell me and I will change."

Lan Tian turned his head to look out the window, gazing into the distant mountains as if lost in thought, yet seemingly seeing nothing. His tone was melancholic and profound.

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Lan Tian turned back and looked at Mo Junhua.

He didn’t believe it!

The words reached his lips, and Mo Junhua shivered, suddenly recalling the dream he had had recently. Those bizarre dreams, mainly involving conflicts between him and Nurse Zhou. Very little was about the girl, and it was mostly very vague. There seemed to be a fog obscuring everything between the two, and only by dispelling this fog could the reason for the girl’s dislike of him be uncovered.

But, what did the girl mean by this? Did she also dream of those things?

Seeing Mo Junhua’s thoughtful expression, Lan Tian suddenly smiled.

"There’s no reason; I just don’t like you as a person."

"I dislike you because of you, Zhou Yuwei labelled me as a homewrecker; because of you, I was driven from the position of a rightful wife by Zhou Yuwei, and also because of you, I live a life where I have a home I dare not return to, relatives I dare not acknowledge. And because of you, I lost my child and lost my qualifications to be a mother. What in you is there to forgive or like?"

"Unless you exchange your life for it; a life for a life!"

The smile on her face was even brighter, Lan Tian tilted her head to look at him, "Now that you know, what do you plan to do? Continue to play the couple in name only with me, or..." separate.

"In this lifetime, there will only be one woman for me." Mo Junhua put down his tea cup and went to the study.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him in the study, Lan Tian retracted her smile, her expression turned cold, and her eyes serene. She poured herself another cup of tea and sipped slowly while gazing at the distant mountains through the window.

In this life, if fate insists on tying them together, she would not be blamed for torturing him heartlessly.

No matter what, Mo Junhua in the study couldn’t calm his mind. He would sit down for a while, then stand up and walk around. Hearing the girl say she didn’t like him nearly made him lose control of his inner ferocity.

Ever since the last time he was bombed near Boundary River, those bizarre dreams made him especially irritable and anxious. Just thinking of the girl leaving him to marry and have children with another man, he couldn’t control himself and would crazily think of murder.

This couldn’t go on; he couldn’t think about it anymore. He pulled out a book on world military warfare guide from the bookshelf and opened the first page, but half an hour passed, and he hadn’t absorbed a single word.

Putting down the book, he glanced at the desk opposite, which he had prepared for the girl. He had seen in Lan Tian’s room that she had a desk for practicing calligraphy. There were several sheets of paper on the desk filled with freshly written characters, likely from yesterday; he could almost see Lan Tian’s serious and focused face while she wrote.

Staring at the desk for a while, Mo Junhua walked over and saw the big characters of "Cleansing Heart Technique" written on the top of the sheet, followed by rows of somewhat awkward phrases. freewebnoveℓ.com

A flicker of confusion passed through his eyes. Who had taught the girl these things? Every time she practiced her calligraphy, she practiced the Cleansing Heart Technique, repeatedly without ever tiring.

Setting aside what Lan Tian had written, he picked up the brush and began to copy the characters, memorizing as he wrote. Initially, it was difficult to write and read, often easy to make mistakes. After several repetitions, he read it a few times, and it seemed not so hard. As he continued to write and read, Mo Junhua unnoticeably calmed down.

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