Chapter 1243: My Good Bengbeng, Don’t Cry

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Let go of her!”

The moment Qi Yan saw Mo Yongheng grab Tan Bengbeng’s arm, he leaped up from the sofa.

What nonsense!

Why would he need him to help treat his wound?

It was more likely that he was preparing to apply some ointment to make his wound rot and worsen his injury!

“Qi Yan, stop it!” Tan Bengbeng screamed all of a sudden, staring blankly at the back of Mo Yongheng’s figure.

From the moment he had grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back, she had been staring blankly at him like that.

Many familiar scenes started to flash in her head.

It was all of her childhood.

When she was young, she wasn’t such a bore and was like any other ordinary child—smart and cheeky.

She was lazy and always would procrastinate over doing the assignments she was given. However, whenever her grandfather was about to hit her palm with his ruler, her brother would rush out to protect her.

Just like earlier, he would grab her arm and pull her behind him.

Then, he would take the punishment for her.

She had once felt a sense of security every time she saw the back of her brother’s figure.

Once her brother passed away, she never experienced this feeling again.

Only when Mo Yongheng had grabbed her earlier, all of a sudden…

For some reason, she had an illusion that she had gone back in time to more than ten years ago when her brother stood before her to protect her.

It seemed so real that upon seeing Qi Yan leap up to lay a blow on Mo Yongheng, she unexpectedly yelled at him.

Even she herself was stunned by what she had done.

The two men turned to look at her, and upon seeing her reddened eyes, Qi Yan was to first to surrender.

He went forward without hesitation and pulled her into his arms.

“I was wrong! Even if Mo Yongheng deserves a beating, I won’t beat him up anymore. My good Bengbeng, don’t cry…”

“I’m not crying, let go of me!”

Tan Bengbeng pushed him away and when her head was raised, there were indeed no tears inside her eyes. They were only slightly red.

She was only feeling upset, she was no longer a child.

She would not cry easily.

Tan Bengbeng bit her lip and seemed to have realized that it was rather ridiculous for her to have imagined someone unfamiliar to her as her brother multiple times. She went forward and took the antiseptic lotion and ointment from Mo Yongheng’s hands.

She muttered lightly, “No need to trouble Young Master Yongheng. I’m a doctor, this kind of scene is common on the operating table. I’m not bothered by it.”

“…”

Watching how she was pretending to be fine even though she was obviously unhappy, Mo Yongheng’s brows furrowed tightly.

A few times, his lips quivered as if he wanted to say something, but he eventually held himself back.

Seeing that she was adamant to do it herself, he remained silent and cast a cold glance at Qi Yan before walking back to the coffee table and reading the prescription inside the box.

He had been the one taking care of the elderly head’s health all this time.

As Qi Yan couldn’t meet the patient himself, there were many restrictions which only he himself knew. He had to ensure that the medicine Qi Yan provided would not harm the elderly head’s health.

While he checked the capsules and dosages, Qi Yan did not idle around either.

He was lying down on the sofa and while Tan Bengbeng helped him to disinfect his wound, he was intentionally crying out pitifully and badmouthing Mo Yongheng.

He was doing this right in front of Mo Yongheng himself!

“It hurts! Bengbeng, he must be jealous of my good looks and wanted to disfigure me!”

“My chest hurts too. He must have realized that you’re the only one in my heart and thought that if he broke my chest, no one would fight him for you. How malicious of him!”