CHAPTER 254: CHAPTER 217

"What’s wrong with Chunhua?" He picked up Chunhua and followed Lan Tian.

What else could be wrong? She was drugged.

"She’s been drugged into unconsciousness," said Lan Tian, very seriously. Chunhua had thin skin; knowing that she had taken drugs and was nearly violated, she’d rather hang herself from a tree. Such matters, Lan Tian decided, were better left unsaid to save Chunhua some face.

If word got out, and those people in the village with their pretentious culture heard, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In this era, a woman’s reputation was more important than anything else, and Lan Tian couldn’t afford to jeopardize it.

Leading the way, as they reached the door, they could hear a series of footsteps in the corridor, getting closer and closer, heading in their direction.

With Divine Sense, Lan Tian saw that it was a group of newspaper reporters marching towards their room. Lan Tian immediately retreated, pulling Mo Junhua back inside with her. If they went out now, they’d be caught red-handed by the newspaper people. She was just a bit player, the main event was in the bedroom; it wouldn’t do for a soy sauce Party member to steal Zhou Yuwei’s limelight and incur envy.

"Quick, back into the room. There are a lot of newspaper people coming."

The living room was simply arranged and it was clear at a glance that there was nowhere to hide. Lan Tian pulled Mo Junhua into the bedroom, quickly scanning the room - other than the closet, the only place to hide was under the bed.

Mo Junhua’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he wanted to cover Lan Tian’s eyes; dirty sights are bad for the eyes, but he could do nothing but scold her with Chunhua in his arms, "Don’t look."

Lan Tian pouted; it’s not like she hadn’t seen such things before!

She sneakily wanted to retort. Divine Sense scanned that Chunhua’s room was also packed with people, making it impossible to escape from Chunhua’s room.

Her gaze circled the room, and without a thought, she pulled Mo Junhua toward the closet, telling him to put Chunhua in first, followed by herself, and lastly Mo Junhua. They had just hidden when the group of newspaper people reached the door, her Divine Sense unfolded to observe them, each as if injected with chicken blood, cameras held high, eyes glittering as they stared at the door.

Lan Tian was curious how Zhou Yuwei would explain herself to that white lotus. The newspaper folk were also odd, it was as if they had a prearranged signal, looking at each other before a reporter excitedly stepped to the door, straightened their appearance, then politely knocked and listened keenly, camera in hand ready for any developments.

Look how professional; Lan Tian felt like giving them an award for the most dedicated of the year.

Everyone’s an adult; by the sounds, they could guess what was happening inside.

Wasn’t the plan to catch a love affair? How did it turn into watching an affair unfold?

The group of reporters looked at one another, to go in or not, that was the question.

Having come all this way, it was hard to just walk away unsatisfied. No matter if there’s no love affair, a few shots of an affair in progress would suffice.

Watching from the closet, Lan Tian felt exhausted; she was ready, yet these reporters were still dawdling at the door. Their work efficiency was so low; no wonder they couldn’t break news.

Lan Tian blinked, sneakily thinking that such a scene couldn’t be missing an audience; Divine Sense turned into a palm and pushed the reporter at the front door.

See how kind-hearted she was, afraid that they’d fail to get their scoop and even giving a bit of help. As for Zhou Yuwei’s outcome, that wasn’t for Lan Tian to worry about; after all, she was no pushover to be manipulated by others without retaliation.

With someone leading, the others swarmed in heading for the bedroom, all vying for the scoop.

Thinking it was just a common affair, when they saw the military uniform on the ground, the journalists stalled, then as if realizing something, excitedly aimed their cameras and "click-click" took photos.

All as if on chicken blood, "click-click", the flashes going non-stop, bagging the biggest news of the year. They were destined for the award, and the prize money would surely be generous. With that thought, the journalists surrounded the bed, searching for different angles to take their photos.

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The space inside the closet was a bit small, fitting two women was tight, and now, a man had squeezed in too.

Lan Tian and Chunhua each took a side; Mo Junhua was in between. Chunhua was unconscious, unable to stand, leaning against the closet, taking up half of the space, and Lan Tian with Mo Junhua shared the other half. Mo Junhua, with his robust build, rendered the tiny space even more cramped without any gaps.

Lan Tian was squatting, Mo Junhua hunched. After a while, their legs couldn’t take it. Lan Tian wanted to change to a sitting position but couldn’t even turn around, the two were pressed tightly together. With a large group outside, it would be unimaginable if they alerted those journalists.

Mo Junhua wasn’t comfortable either. He, a grown man, squatting in a closet with his head down and knees bent, hardly fit. But these were trivial matters; he had spent days and nights in a dirt ditch half his height, ambushing the enemy by Boundary River, and he had endured.

Once the door closed, the closet went pitch dark. After a while, he adapted to the darkness. The bottom half of the wardrobe doors had louvers, letting light from outside shine through the slits, making the interior clearly visible.

Today, Lan Tian was wearing a light blue blouse with ruffled collar and lantern sleeves.

The three crammed in the wardrobe left the doors ajar, a gap as big as a chopstick. If not careful, the doors could easily swing open.

Lan Tian had no choice but to lean her head back a little, her head touching Mo Junhua, spying a glimpse of the view within the ruffled collar.

Mo Junhua wanted to look away, but his gaze stubbornly fixed on that scene.