The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 199 - 163: Happy Lantern Festival (2)

Mo Junhua’s heart thumped violently; this benefit was just too damn good. But daring to go out on a date with a man, and thinking a kiss on the face would suffice to send him off—at the very least, a kiss should be on the lips.

Pah!

Mo Junhua fiercely despised himself. Was that the point? No, it wasn’t the point at all. The point was that the girl was planning to go out with another man right in front of him. Did she consider him dead?

Instantly, anger surged upward, and he ground his teeth, enunciating each word that popped out of his mouth, "Mo, Lan, Tian." His voice was dark and hoarse, as grating as the screech of iron across glass.

Angry, he even called her by her full name.

"Yo, you’re awake. Tsk, tsk, such a pity." Lan Tian walked back, shaking her head in dismay at the still-unopened eyes of Mo Junhua. Who knew if she regretted the failed date or regretted Mo Junhua waking up.

"Water." Mo Junhua didn’t open his eyes immediately, moistened his dry lips, and requested water from Lan Tian’s direction.

Lan Tian was genuinely pleased; Mo Junhua waking up meant she felt the universe had credited her with many merits. After all, she had saved a person who collected immense merit and fortune. Although Mo Junhua was bound to turn misfortune into fortune eventually, who knew when that would be?

Considering that he had contributed a portion to her journey towards immortality, Lan Tian felt she should be magnanimous just this once. How could a cultivator bother a mortal over such trivial matters? Her world was in the much vaster cosmos.

She went to pour boiled water for Mo Junhua, wetting a cotton swab to moisten his lips.

"All right, I’ll call the doctor over." After dabbing a few times and placing the water cup on the side table, Lan Tian got up and moved toward the door.

"Don’t you dare." Mo Junhua released a cold and unquestionably domineering command, a pity that he lacked some force while he lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.

"You can’t control me." Lan Tian walked away without turning her head.

He had seen it all, everything that happened between him and Lan Tian in his dreams.

In the dreams, just like now, he rose from a nameless soldier, gradually building up his reputation through military achievements. But because of those same achievements overshadowing his superiors and blocking someone’s path, certain people smeared his name black. Zhou Yuwei was one of the dark stains they threw on him. free𝑤ebnovel.com

He bore the humiliation and dealt with them superficially, secretly gathering strength, waiting for the ripe moment to strike them lethally. But the result of his patience was the loss of their child; Lan Tian lost her chance to be a mother forever; while Zhou Yuwei stood in the limelight enjoying the honor and glory he brought, Lan Tian crouched silently in an unknown corner. He thought he protected Lan Tian well, but that vile woman Zhou Yuwei bossed her around behind the scenes until Lan Tian disappeared.

The more Mo Junhua thought about it, the more stifling pain he felt in his chest. Heartache for the Lan Tian in his dreams and frustration with his past self who chose the safest, most secure method. For revenge, he could forsake Lan Tian, because the him in the dreams felt responsibility, not love, towards her.

But he was different. He loved Lan Tian; he had been thinking of her since she was little. From her days as a baby, all the way to now, grown into a beautiful young woman, she could only be his, Mo Junhua’s, woman in this lifetime.

Thinking of the girl, Mo Junhua’s head ached. Her attitude towards him deserved some contemplation! Over the years, her hostility, guard, and vigilance towards him were not unknown to him. Before, he didn’t understand the reason, but after seeing everything in the dreams, he finally found the source.

The Lan Tian in his dreams wasn’t endearing and maddening like she is now, one moment cold to him, the next warm, capricious and unpredictable. On the day of their marriage, the drunk girl mocked him for being cuckolded; just for that alone, she must surely know about the dream, which is why she rejected him.

Trouble!

With the girl’s sensitive mind and strong defenses, knowing about the dream made her even harder to approach. Fortunately, the Ji Family kid wasn’t born yet; he didn’t have the danger of a rival.

Thinking about the dreams, with her still with a young man by her side in her seventies or eighties, Mo Junhua felt all sorts of discomfort. Although he had been apart from her for decades, he thought there was nothing wrong with her finding a second spring, but Mo Junhua felt betrayed by her, plainly uncomfortable. He had remained pure for decades, never touching Zhou Yuwei; her children were not his.

In his past life, he was truly patient, enduring several cuckolding, yet outwardly still had to pretend ignorance, cordially dealing with Zhou Yuwei. He really knelt to his past self, sacrificing so much for revenge. Was it worth it?

Then again, it was his disgust for Zhou Yuwei’s filth that kept him from touching her, venting his excessive energy through military training, the way he survived those many years of celibate life. Zhou Yuwei must have hated herself more, despite several infidelities and clearly loving him, never having... she also endured. What a hateful and venomous woman.

This time, he was prescient, officially marrying the girl, and they were rightfully husband and wife.

As for Zhou Yuwei...

Mo Junhua sorted through his memories. Reality diverged somewhat from the dream. In the dream, Zhou Yuwei first married Chu Yang, then after a divorce, came looking for him, making the whole military camp aware of her. Now, Zhou Yuwei had not married Chu Yang yet but still clung to him.

In his dreams, he only took part in the Boundary River battle. Later, after bringing the girl to the military, he went to the southern battlefield, not participating in the northern one, just because his prominence in the south blocked someone’s path, leading to a chain of reactions.

This time, because he had just married the girl and couldn’t bear leaving her, he didn’t go to the southern battlefield. But because of his role in the Boundary River battle, where he saved a certain leader, he still caught the eyes of those people who refused to let him be, sending him to the northern battlefield, wishing for his death there.

Too bad human calculations cannot compare to fate’s, and he lived through it all. Thinking of the peach wood necklace hanging around his neck, Mo Junhua inexplicably felt joy again; this time, he was thankful for the necklace the girl gave him, without which he would have died hundreds of times over.

This time he was ready, not about to fall into their traps. Zhou Yuwei, that scourge, should be ousted from the military as soon as possible.

Setting aside Mo Junhua’s thoughts, Lan Tian had left the sickroom for the nurses’ station. There were only three people in the duty room, two of whom he saw every day, like feuding relatives.

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