Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Yang Liu stood there for a few seconds, took a deep breath, turned around, pushed open the bedroom door, went in, and locked the door behind her.

She picked up Lin Mo's sneakers from the floor beside the bed, quickly walked to the bay window, and tossed the shoes into his lap.

"Can we jump from here?"

Lin Mo took the shoes, slowly put them on, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"Just let me out, it's only a matter of time!"

To be honest, he really wanted Li Jing to see for herself how he could bring the essence of Chinese culture to life.

When Li Jing dumped him, she did it so decisively, saying he was poor, useless, and wasting her youth. Now, the tables have turned.

Moreover, Lin Mo wanted to hear Li Jing call him "Dad" in person, even though she had called him that before, but the situation would be different.

"No, we can't let Xiaojing know."

There was absolutely no room for negotiation in Yang Liu's tone.

Lin Mo glanced out the window. It was the fifth floor, below which was the community's green belt, with soft soil.

When he turned back, the corners of his mouth widened slightly: "You can jump. But next time I'll have to go through the back door."

"You!" Yang Liu's face instantly turned red from her ears to her neck, and even her collarbone was flushed with a light pink.

"I won't jump if you don't agree."

Yang Liu gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words:

"……OK."

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction, opened the window, and waited until there were no pedestrians passing by on the path downstairs. He then braced himself against the window frame with both hands and lightly jumped out.

His figure plummeted rapidly through the air, his feet pushing off the wall several times for leverage. When he landed, his knees were slightly bent, and he made almost no extra sound, as light as a falling leaf.

Yang Liu, who had been anxiously peering down from the windowsill, breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw that he was standing safely on the ground, and even had the composure to look up and wave at her.

After changing her clothes, Yang Liu pushed open the bedroom door and said to Li Jing, who was still glued to the sofa like a sentry:

I'm going to work.

The front door clicked shut.

Li Jing sat on the sofa for another minute, making sure the sound of the elevator running in the hallway had stopped, before getting up and going into the bedroom.

She rummaged through everything, opening and closing the wardrobe, lifting and pulling the curtains on the bay window, and even peeking into the mattress by lifting a corner of it.

Finally, she stood in the middle of the room, hands on her hips, muttering to herself with a puzzled expression:

"Where is he? Is stepfather really not here?"

A month later.

As usual, Lin Mo went to Lin Qingyue's house.

Su Qing no longer needed to lie on the bed waiting. She leaned against the headboard, and when she heard footsteps, she raised her head, a slight light shining in her eyes.

"Auntie, you should be able to get out of bed and move around after today."

Lin Mo sat down on the edge of the bed and began to perform acupressure massage while casually saying something.

"Thanks……

I don't know how to repay you.

Su Qing looked at his focused yet roguish profile, and a blush crept onto her cheeks, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears.

"No need to be so polite."

Lin Mo said, increasing the pressure on his hand.

Su Qing frowned slightly, but she neither stopped them nor pushed them away.

I simply closed my eyes, turned my face to one side, and repeatedly told myself:

Lin Mo was only treating her illness, nothing more.

After the massage and acupuncture were finished, Lin Mo went to the door and called Lin Qingyue in:

"Your mother can get out of bed now. From now on, you need to accompany her for rehabilitation exercises every day. Start by helping her walk slowly while holding onto the wall, and don't do it for too long at a time. Take it step by step."

"good!"

Lin Qingyue nodded vigorously.

She watched as Su Qing slowly moved to the ground, holding onto the edge of the bed. Although her legs were still trembling, she managed to stand firmly, taking half a step forward and then another half step.

Lin Qingyue's eyes welled up with tears.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

"Then I'll see you off."

Lin Qingyue quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve and followed.

The two of them went downstairs one after the other.

When they reached the old locust tree at the entrance of the building, Lin Qingyue suddenly hugged him from behind, pressing her face tightly against his back.

Lin Mo felt his back quickly become soaked with something, and her muffled voice came from his shoulder blade, tinged with suppressed sobs:

"Thank you, Lin Mo... I really don't know what I would have done without you."

"Don't mention it, you've helped me a lot before."

Lin Mo turned around and used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her face.

"It's different. The favors I did for you were all small ones, but the favors you did for me are something I can never repay in this lifetime."

Lin Qingyue shook her head, and a few more tears fell.

"Don't think about it too much, go back and help your mom with her rehabilitation training."

"Hmm. By the way! I'm off tomorrow afternoon, so I'll come over and help you tidy up the house since I'm free."

Lin Mo thought for a moment and realized that he hadn't cleaned his place since Yang Liu left, so he nodded.

"OK."

When Lin Qingyue returned home, Su Qing was slowly moving along the edge of the bed, her forehead beaded with sweat. She looked up when she heard the door open.

"Xiao Mo is gone?"

"Hmm. Mom, how are you feeling?"

"Much better. Xiao Mo's medical skills are truly amazing."

Su Qing tried to loosen one hand, her body swayed slightly but then she steadied herself.

"Yes, Lin Mo said that in another month, you will be just like a normal person."

Su Qing was silent for a moment, then slowly moved her feet, asking as if casually:

"Qingyue, what's your relationship with him now? Are you dating?"

"No, no, we're just classmates."

Lin Qingyue's face flushed bright red, even the tips of her ears turned pink, and she waved her hands wildly in front of her.

"Just classmates?"

Su Qing stopped in her tracks, leaned on the edge of the bed, and looked back at her, her gaze filled with something indescribable.

"Yes, just classmates."

Lin Qingyue lowered her head, her voice soft and urgent, as if she were arguing with someone.

A complex look flashed across Su Qing's eyes, a mixture of disappointment and a sense of relief.

She took a few more steps, supporting herself on the edge of the bed, before speaking again:

"Does Xiao Mo not like you?"

"I don't know... I didn't ask him."

"Do you like him?"

"I don't know." Lin Qingyue's voice was as soft as a mosquito's wings, her head almost buried in her chest.

Su Qing nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Seeing her daughter like this, she understood everything.

The living room of the villa was filled with a faint aroma of wine. Chen Ting had just left a business dinner party. Her high heels were askew in the entryway, and her trench coat was casually draped over the armrest of the sofa.

Her face was flushed with a slight intoxication, but her eyes and brows shone brightly. She grabbed Lin Mo's arm with such force that she almost dug into the muscles of his forearm.

"Xiao Mo, do you know what? I went to the hospital for a check-up today, and the cancer cells are practically gone!"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, and her eyes were glistening with tears, whether from the alcohol or something else, it was hard to tell.

"Really? Congratulations, Sister Chen."

Chen Ting suddenly leaned closer to him, her breath reeking of alcohol mixed with perfume, and whispered:

"Tell your sister, is it because of your acupuncture?"

"Yes." Lin Mo did not deny it.

"I knew it! How could cancer cells decrease on their own? Why didn't you tell your sister before?"

She pinched his arm lightly, her tone playful but without a trace of real reproach.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, would you?"

"That's true. If you had told me earlier that acupuncture could cure cancer, I would have thought you were crazy."

Chen Ting leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and her robe slipped down from her knees, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

She looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, then suddenly sat up straight, as if she had just remembered something.

"Xiao Mo, you're going to be rich! If those rich people find out you can cure cancer, do you believe they'll wear your doorstep down?"