582: The Shocking Decision

The Shocking Decision

Mo Roulan had a high fever. 

She was going in and out of consciousness. She didn't even know where she was. However, her lips naturally called out only one name.

"Jian…"

She didn't know that the man who was carrying her in his arms stilled at her voice. 

He Jian who was walking inside his mansion in New York halted suddenly and looked at her. His blue eyes suddenly had some extra moisture before he blinked rapidly and continued walking. 

However, his wobbling adam apple could tell anyone with keen eyes how emotional he was feeling at that moment. 

Two years ago, when Mo Roulan left him he had been so scared by her cold behavior. He didn't want to let her go but in the end, he decided to give her time. 

She had lost her mother. It was a huge loss to her. 

So he gave her time to accept that huge loss. 

He was trying to understand her pain. But his heart was not fearless. 

He was afraid that she would move on in the two years. What If she started to love someone else! 

However, at this moment, he knew that just like him…she had never moved on. 

His Lanlan still loved him. 

Otherwise why would she call out his name like this! In vulnerable circumstances, we call the name of only such a person who is closest to our heart.

He Jian laid her down on the bed carefully and covered her with a blanket. 

The doctor was already here. He checked Mo Roulan, prescribed some medicine. He Jian himself fed Mo Roulan those medicines. 

Fortunately, she was not difficult. She cooperated well. 

After she had taken the medicines, he again laid her down on the bed. Stroking her hair gently, he wondered why she had to destroy something so beautiful between them. 

Perhaps because she was still young so she didn't know that not every relationship had such a beautiful thing that existed between them. 

But He Jian had realized her importance in his life in the past two years. 

He had realized that between those two, he would have to act as the mature one. 

He needed to make her realize that she can't run away all the time. 

He was brought out of his trance when he heard a voice. His eyes went to the purse Chu Feng had carried inside the room. It perhaps belonged to Mo Roulan. 

He Jian walked to the purse and took out the phone which was ringing continuously. 

Seeing the name 'Dad' written on screen, He Jian looked relieved. It seemed that she had accepted Chi Rong and he was happy for her. At least someone was by her side when he was not there. He slid the screen to answer the call. Before he could even say anything, he heard a man's voice from the other side which was filled with joy.

"Roulan, where are you? Come back soon. Qianru just moved her finger. Can you believe it? She just moved her finger when I was talking to her."

The happy Chi Rong didn't know that his words had completely stilled the man who was holding the phone on the other side. 

He Jian's eyes went towards the bed where the unconscious Mo Roulan was lying. 

A moment later, he cut the call without saying anything and dialed Chu Feng's number from his phone. 

"I need you to investigate something…"

After telling Chu Feng what he wanted him to do, He Jian hung up. 

Then he walked towards the bed and sat by Mo Roulan's side. Stroking her cheek gently, he whispered suddenly 

"If it is what I am thinking, Lanlan…then no one can save you from me."

Before he had decided to give her time to adjust and not invade her life forcefully. However, now….He Jian had other plans. 

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Chi Rong was confused when Mo Roulan suddenly hung up. But then he thought that she was so happy that she couldn't wait to come back home so she didn't even wanted to waste a single second in talking to him.

He was very happy. 

Especially when he saw Mo Chen finally seated by Lin Qianru's side, Chi Rong felt as if everything was finally becoming alright. 

However, when a whole hour passed and Mo Roulan didn't come, he was starting to worry. He dialed Mo Roulan's number but no one picked it up. 

The worried Chi Rong was about to call Cheng Yang when the latter himself called him. 

"Cheng Yang, is Mo Roulan with you?"

Chi Rong asked as soon as the call connected. However, from the other side he heard a hoarse voice of Cheng Yang who said 

"Uncle Chi, I had called you to tell you about the same. He Jian appeared suddenly when I and Roulan were together. Uncle Chi, he took her away. I don't know where because I was unconscious. I am sorry, Uncle Chi…"

Chi Rong didn't hear anything after that because his eyes were filled with rage when he heard Cheng Yang's words. 

Took her away… 

What did that mean?

He cut the call and immediately dialed a number. 

"I want you to find out where my daughter is. Also…I want the phone number of the head of He family."

 "Yes, Boss."

The person said from the other side and Chi Rong hung up. 

He pressed his temple as he paced outside the room. Then he suddenly dialed a number and as soon as the person on the other side picked up, Chi Rong said coldly.

"Old man He…your grandson has kidnapped my daughter. You better ask him to send my daughter safely back to my mansion…otherwise, it will not be good for him and your family."

Chi Rong didn't even give Grandfather He any chance to say something before he cut the call. 

But what he said was true. 

If something happened to Mo Roulan, then he would destroy He Corporation regardless of how many difficulties he would have to face. 

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Mo Roulan didn't know where she was when she opened her eyes slowly. She could feel that her body was warm.

Perhaps she had a fever because her body felt very weak. Everything felt blurry in front of her eyes.

She could feel she was lying on a very soft bed.

Was she at home? But the interior of the room didn't look familiar.

"Where?"

She whispered without knowing whether she would receive an answer or not.

She only felt a hand stroke her forehead and a deep yet familiar voice.

"Sleep."

The voice …Mo Roulan could recognize it even though she was not fully conscious. Without her permission, tear-filled her eyes as she whispered

"Jian…"

Fingers wiped her tears gently and she could feel warm breath on her cheek but Mo Roulan closed her eyes wondering if she was dreaming.

But she liked it so much.

The warmth, the touch, and the familiar presence …it filled her heart with so much security. The security which she had been seeking in the past two years perhaps.

"Jian…"

She called out again in longing and fresh tears rolled down her eyes.

He Jian wiped them again gently. His eyes were filled with distress and pain as he looked down at her.

His heart felt so full seeing her calling his name in such a vulnerable situation. At the same time, the longingness in the manner she called him filled him with pain.

Only a fool would believe that she didn't love him.

She still loved him…just like he did.

Then must she destroy something so beautiful?

He Jian leaned down as he kissed her forehead gently and patted her stomach until she stopped crying like that of a child. 

He will correct everything she had done wrong in her folly.

After he was sure that she was asleep, he climbed down from the bed and walked out of what looked like a room.

A lady who was standing a few steps away approached him immediately and asked respectfully.

"Do you need anything, sir?"

"No, how much more time will it take to reach?"

He Jian asked coldly. They were actually in his private plane and Mo Roulan was lying on the bed inside the room which was present on this plane.

The air hostess smiled politely as she answered

"Only one hour is needed, Mr. He."

He Jian nodded before he went back inside the room…by Mo Roulan's side. Leaving her alone even for a few moments seemed a difficult task now.

As if she would disappear as soon as he moved away from his gaze. But he didn't let his emotions gain control over him.

Because what he was going to do next needed him to become an emotionless man.

"I am sorry, Lanlan. But I will have to do it."

He whispered in a guilty voice as he kissed her forehead again before he dared to close his eyes for some time having her in his embrace.

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When Mo Roulan woke up again, she was more conscious this time. Slowly, she opened her eyes and frowned when she felt pain all over her body. Though it was light, she felt uncomfortable.

It might be because she had been on the bed for the almost past fifteen hours constantly. 

However, when she saw the interior of the car she was in, and the cold face of the man on whose lap she was lying on, her eyes suddenly went cold.

Everything that had transpired before she had gone unconscious suddenly flashed across her eyes. 

She tried to get up immediately.

He Jian looked down at her swiftly when he felt her movement and held her arm.

"Lie down. We are yet to reach."

Mo Roulan frowned as she struggle to get her hand free.

"Leave me."

Her voice was weak as well as her body. Hence, her struggle could easily be controlled by He Jian. He held her arms and reprimanded her as if she was a child

"Don't be stubborn. Your body is already weak."

Mo Roulan glared at him but then felt her head aching. She closed her eyes and frowned deeply.

The next moment, she felt a pair of hands pressing her head gently.

She sighed in somewhat relief forgetting for a moment where exactly and with him exactly she was.

When the car stopped, Mo Roulan could feel it and tried to get up from He Jian's lap again. Fortunately, he didn't stop her this time.

She thought that He Jian was dropping her at Chi Mansion. She thought that she was still in New York. After all, she was not aware of exactly how much time have passed since she had gone unconscious.

So when He Jian opened the door from her side and helped her in stepping out of the car, she did that calmly.

But when he suddenly picked her up in his arms, her eyes widened slightly.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Roulan called out weakly as she pushed his arm indicating for him to let her on her feet. However, He Jian continued walking straight without answering her.

Mo Roulan glared at him but suddenly realized that her surrounding seemed to be quite different.

She frowned deeply as she looked around and whispered

"Where…where are we?"

It was raining slightly.

Her eyes suddenly stopped on a board they passed by. As He Jian climbed the stairs, Mo Roulan's eyes were wide wondering if she just read right.

Was it the marriage bureau written on the board she just read?0

Looking at the man whose face didn't give away anything, she suddenly clutched his collar and asked strictly

"You…where are you taking me?"

He Jian finally looked down at her as he continued walking. Behind him, walked Chu Feng with an umbrella in his hand covering both of them carefully. His other hand held a file.

"We are marrying today."

He Jian said calmly but his words made Mo Roulan anything but feel calm.

"W…what? …Rubbish."

Mo Roulan thought that she must be dreaming but her heart was filled with fear as she remembered something from her past life.

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She had been passing across a shop where a large screen was playing a news channel. The reporter's words made Mo Roulan halt amidst her steps.

"The heir of He Corporation today married the daughter of Shen Enterprises, Shen Yiling. We have found a video which will flutter the young hearts seeing how Mr. He is leading his wife to the marriage bureau."

The stiff Mo Roulan dared to raise her head and glanced at the screen.

Indeed, on the screen, she saw He Jian walking towards a building while holding Shen Yiling. Shen Yiling had panic and fear written all over her face.

Somewhere it looked as if He Jian was forcefully leading her to the marriage bureau to get married or perhaps she made such an expression to make it look like that.

Side by side was shown the comments of netizens.

'Woah! He looks so hot and dominating. I will sell my soul to be in place of Shen Yiling.'

'My Shen baby is scared. CEO He better comfort her first.'

'I like this couple so much.'

Every comment and the video itself was like a stab in Mo Roulan's heart. She smiled bitterly as she touched her stomach and then walked away from there.

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