Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 15

Without waiting for Mo Wang’s reply, Mo Li turned and sprinted away.

The private school campus lived up to its exorbitant tuition fees, the distance from the sports field to the teaching building was nearly a kilometer.

Fortunately, the school clinic was on the first floor. Panting heavily, Mo Li pulled open the door to the inner room of the clinic, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud noise.

Bai Wu, who had been leisurely drinking tea, was so startled that her hand trembled, spilling the tea all over her white coat.

“What’s the big news?”

Mo Li caught her breath.

“Mo Wang has a fever. She asked for you.”

Bai Wu brushed the water droplets off her clothes, puzzled. “If she has a fever, someone should carry her here. Why call for me-”

She seemed to realize something, her expression turning serious. Hastily, she rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out a bag. Before Mo Li could get a closer look, Bai Wu hurriedly nudged her shoulder.

“I really do need to go. Take me to her.”

On the way back, since Bai Wu rarely exercised and was wearing high heels, the journey took much longer.

When they reached the depths of the grove, Mo Wang was still there with her eyes closed, resting. Hearing the commotion, she lazily lifted her gaze.

“Oh, I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

Feeling her goodwill was unappreciated, Mo Li’s temper flared up. But remembering Mo Wang was sick, she only scoffed and turned her head away without speaking.

Seeing that Mo Wang was unharmed, Bai Wu relaxed and smiled, speaking kindly, “Don’t talk nonsense. Xiao Li ran all the way here.”

As she spoke, she half-knelt to examine Mo Wang’s condition.

Mo Wang glanced at Mo Li, who was scowling, and said in a weak but sincere voice, “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

It was the first time Mo Li had ever heard Mo Wang apologize, and she was taken aback. When she turned back, Mo Wang had already averted her gaze, focusing intently as Bai Wu opened the bag.

Inside were three syringes of varying sizes, each containing liquid of a different color.

Just as Bai Wu was about to pick up the middle one, Mo Wang pressed her hand down. Reaching past Bai Wu’s hand, she picked up the smallest and thinnest one.

Mo Li raised an eyebrow. “Choosing the smallest needle? Are you that afraid of pain?”

“Yeah.” Mo Wang tilted her head, exposing her pale neck, and without blinking, injected the contents with one hand.

For some reason, Bai Wu looked utterly incredulous. She lowered her voice and spoke urgently, “Why use this one? There’s no scent at all.”

Mo Wang lowered her eyes. “Heaven knows.”

After the injection, she seemed unusually drowsy. Slowly blinking twice, Mo Wang whispered almost inaudibly, “Let me stay in the clinic today.”

With that, she leaned against the tree trunk, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

The task of helping Mo Wang back ultimately fell to Mo Li, because while crossing the grove, Bai Wu tripped over a stone and sprained her ankle.

Back in the clinic, Bai Wu remained grim-faced, sighing repeatedly. When asked what was wrong, she refused to say.

Left with nothing to do, Mo Li could only watch the unconscious Mo Wang.

The clinic was unlit, and the sunlight warmed Mo Wang’s profile, her dark eyelashes casting shadows, making her appear serene and peaceful.

Mo Li tentatively hooked her fingers into Mo Wang’s palm and found her temperature was no longer feverish, though her arm was so slender it could be encircled with one hand.

The class bell rang. Mo Li checked the time, two hours had passed, and it was now lunch break.

“Eating so little all the time, no wonder you got sick.”

She stood up and went to the cafeteria to bring back two servings of porridge.

By the time Mo Li reached the outer room of the infirmary, faint sounds were already coming from inside. Without making a sound, she set down two containers of congee and turned to leave.

In the inner room, the two people who had noticed the movement simultaneously looked toward the door.

Bai Wu limped out to take a look and returned with their lunch.
Seeing the insulated containers, a faint smile appeared on her troubled face.

“Mo Li is quite a good kid.”

Mo Wang took the bag, a disposable spoon in her mouth, and carefully unwrapped the packaging without spilling a single drop of soup.

“She’s alright, I suppose,” she mumbled vaguely.

After a moment’s thought, she added critically, “A bit naive though. Someone should teach her a thing or two.”

…

The next day, Mo Li arrived early at the classroom. Beside her “throne,” an extra set of desks and chairs had appeared at some point, and the blond, blue-eyed “foreign student” was lounging casually with her legs crossed.

Only the two of them were in the classroom. The girl looked up, pulled the lollipop out of her mouth, and greeted Mo Li in fluent Mandarin with a hint of a local accent.

“Hey, your sister asked me to keep you company.”

It was only later that Mo Li learned the girl’s name was Li Liu, a native Chinese. Her hair was dyed, her eyes were colored with contact lenses, and her naturally sharp features gave her a slightly exotic look.

She loved pretending to be a foreigner, and the gibberish English she spouted was entirely made up.

“Nobody can understand it anyway,” she’d say.

But Li Liu was clever. Using her “foreigner” identity, she skillfully played on people’s curiosity and got along well with her classmates.

Under her influence, Mo Li learned a great deal about social dynamics, and gradually, her relationships with her classmates eased.

This was the most relaxed and enjoyable period of Mo Li’s school life, but it lasted only a year.

On the night before her high school entrance exam, Mo Li’s mother received a call from the hospital. At the time, Mo Li was secretly casting spells at Mo Wang, who was watching TV, hoping to transfer some knowledge into her own brain.

But her mother suddenly let out a sharp cry. Mo Li turned to see her trembling all over, her face deathly pale, the phone receiver dropped on the floor.

Hearing the commotion, Mo Wang came over, picked up the receiver, and after listening for just a few moments, her expression changed drastically. Without even putting on her shoes, she dashed out the door.

After she left, Mo Li pieced together the truth from her mother’s sobs, their father had collapsed at work from sudden cardiac arrest.

The hospital said the chances of saving him were slim.

But the problem didn’t end there. Their father had collapsed at the company, and the news spread quickly, making his condition public.

Countless companies withdrew their investments, and the Mo family’s stocks plummeted.