Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 49

Spring has arrived.

A cold wind billowed the pearl-white curtains, leaving the room feeling empty and devoid of life.

The white cat curled up in its bed, casting a longing glance at the sky.

A pair of pale, slender arms moved gracefully across the writing board, leaving elegant, rustling strokes.

Mo Wang’s expression was serene yet pale, a faint smile gracing her lips as if she were alone in the Garden of Eden.

…

Day 51.

The last time I kept track of how long we’d been apart like this was when I went abroad.

Time flies so quickly.

The frozen river must have been bitterly cold, right?

After you fell in, I tried it myself, I could only stay conscious for a few minutes.

But I believe you’re different. You’re an Alpha who grew up fighting your way through the slums. You must, you absolutely must, have survived.

Mm.

Today is the third time they’ve tried to hold a funeral for you. Dad even hit me, but I don’t care.

It’s so strange.

How can they declare you dead when they haven’t even found your body?

Did I ever tell you that the earring I gave you has a one-way connection?

In the days after you fell into the river, I tried calling through it.

At first, I could always hear your soft, shallow breaths, but after a few days, there was only silence on the other end.

Were you too badly injured, and someone took it off you?

Or did you not want to come back and see me?

I’m sorry for being so suspicious before, for making you so unhappy.

Tang Yuan misses you a lot. The little swallow that always chirped, I’ve been taking good care of it, but this morning, it died without any warning.

Wild creatures born to the wild can’t survive in a greenhouse. I should have realized that sooner.

Without you, I truly can’t do anything.

Halfway through writing, Mo Wang’s fingers trembled slightly. Tears fell onto the paper, soaking through and smudging the ink into a messy blur.

As if sensing her mood, the white cat leaped up and settled onto her lap.

Mo Wang tore off the page, folded it into a small, delicate paper airplane, and tossed it into the air.

The snow-white wings rose with the air currents, soaring across the sky.

…

“One, two, one, two… Excellent.”

The nurse, dressed in a pristine white uniform, spoke softly as she encouraged the patient who was supporting herself on the railings, working hard on her rehabilitation.

“Please be careful.”

She reached out to steady the beautiful, dark-haired Eastern Alpha, guiding her to turn around and continue her recovery exercises.

There was no shortage of admiration in her eyes.

When this patient was transferred here, her condition had been critical. She had been unconscious for a full half-month before regaining her senses.

As soon as she woke, she anxiously asked for another person’s name, someone who seemed to be her lover.

Yet, in the half-month since her rehabilitation began, no one had come to visit her.

She clearly had a lover.

At this thought, a trace of pity surfaced in the nurse’s eyes. She supported the sweat-drenched Mo Li, helping her into the wheelchair.

“That’s enough for today.”

But Mo Li stared unblinkingly out the window, where one snow-white paper airplane after another soared past, followed by a cluster of colorful hydrogen balloons.

Her voice was hoarse, damaged by the icy river water.

“Airplanes.”

Seeing this, the nurse couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, what you’re seeing is the local children celebrating the Return of Spring Festival. The ice and snow have melted, and soon they’ll be able to go out to earn some pocket money.”

Mo Li lowered her eyes.

“Is it already spring?”

Her eyes were filled with uncontrollable worry.

What had happened to the helicopter in the end?

Had Mo Wang landed safely? Was she injured?

Who had sent those people? Why were they trying to kill them?

Had Mo Wang managed to escape the pursuit?

Countless questions swirled in Mo Li’s heart. She still didn’t know who had brought her to this hospital, nor when she would be able to leave.

She looked down at her legs in the wheelchair.

For now, all she could do was wait in complete darkness.

The caregiver wheeled her back to the cold hospital room and bowed politely.

“You can ring the bell if you need anything.”

Angelie was an excellent caregiver, attentive yet never overstepping boundaries, but she knew nothing either.

Mo Li reached up and touched her earlobe.

The earrings Mo Wang had given her were gone.

She lowered her gaze, seeing only the small diamond ring on her finger, proof that the wedding had truly happened.

Whoever had brought her here seemed intent on cutting off her contact with the outside world. Her phone, watch, and anything that could be used for communication had been taken away.

Mo Li was at a complete loss.

However, that person would eventually show themselves. They wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of treating her injuries for a whole month without wanting something in return.

All she needed to do was wait patiently for the right moment.

…

The hospital’s three daily meals were simple and bland. Mo Li’s only entertainment was reading old newspapers and magazines.

Occasionally, Angelie would take her out for some fresh air to feed the hospital’s pigeons, which were as plump as old hens.

When the clock’s hands had completed forty-eight full circles,

Mo Li was finally able to stand up and walk on her own.

Though her pace was somewhat slow, she appeared almost no different from a normal person.

As if to reward her progress, that day’s lunch was no longer just plain congee and side dishes, a portion of braised spare ribs had been added.

That same afternoon, Mo Li declined Angelie’s assistance and went downstairs alone, bringing the leftover rice to feed the flock of plump old pigeons.

As soon as she scattered a handful of rice grains, the pigeons swarmed forward to peck at them. Once the rice was gone, they strolled around leisurely, completely unguarded.

Suddenly, a diamond-studded high heel appeared, making a feinting kick toward the flock.

The pigeons, startled, managed to lift their plump bodies with their delicate wings, wobbling as they flew in a group about two meters away.

Mo Li’s feeding was interrupted. She looked up.

Lin Qianying was wearing a thick plaid woolen dress but still exposed her legs in the chilly spring air. The white beret on her head disguised her as a kind and gentle girl.

She tucked her flowing long hair behind her ear, revealing a sly smile that Mo Li knew all too well.

What was she doing here?

How did she know Mo Li was here?

Mo Li felt both puzzled and wary, but after months of complete isolation from anyone familiar, the sense of being a lone stranger in a foreign land had been tormenting her constantly.

The moment she saw Lin Qianying, she felt a flicker of joy that she was reluctant to admit.

“Was it you who brought me here?”

She began to ask.

Lin Qianying leaned down, brushed the dust off the stump seat with a hint of disdain, and sat down beside Mo Li.

“Yes, it cost me quite a bit of money and connections to save you.”

She listed the expenses one by one as if settling accounts.

“Respiratory failure, lung damage, fluid accumulation in the cavities, multiple organs ruptured from the impact, and fractures all over your body.”

“Even the doctors said it’s a miracle you survived.”

But Mo Li didn’t seem concerned about any of that.

“What about Mo Wang? How is she?”

Lin Qianying didn’t answer, merely smiled quietly, narrowing her eyes as she looked at Mo Li.

The two locked eyes in silence for a moment.

Mo Li was the first to give in: “I understand. I owe you a huge favor this time. Whatever you need from me in the future, I’ll do my best to help.”

Lin Qianying immediately beamed with delight.

“Mo Wang is fine, of course, full of energy. Just a few days ago, she was arguing with Old Master Mo.”

“Love really does make women lose their heads,” she said with a teasing glint in her eyes. “You’re no exception, and neither is Mo Wang.”

“Even though no body was found, what does it matter to bury an empty coffin? But she insisted on taking those slaps from Old Master Mo.”

“Father hit her?” Mo Li blurted out anxiously.

“More than just hitting, they’d gladly skin her alive and eat her flesh. In their eyes, you were the only legitimate heir. Now that you’re ‘dead,’ they’re sure Mo Wang had something to do with it.”

Lin Qianying’s gaze grew distant. “What do you think?”

Mo Li thought of the white wedding dress and the meticulously arranged ceremony.

“It wasn’t Mo Wang.”

Lin Qianying smiled knowingly. “Smart. It was Luo Licheng.”

“His heart is probably on the right side, so he didn’t die. When he was buried, he must have been in a state of suspended animation, and no one noticed.”

“But his mind must have been damaged by the trauma. He’s making a grand show of seeking revenge, as if declaring to Luo Liming, ‘I’m here, come and kill me!'”

Hearing that name, Mo Li felt a surge of complicated emotions, both relief and heaviness.

So, Mo Wang didn’t need to blame herself anymore. Luo Licheng hadn’t died.

But the culprit behind so much bloodshed was now roaming free, and they had suffered greatly for it. Perhaps this was their retribution.

Lin Qianying clapped her hands, pulling Mo Li out of her thoughts.

“Now that I’ve explained everything you wanted to know, it’s time for me to state my request.”

She smiled faintly and posed an enticing question.

“Do you want to take back the Mo Corporation?”