Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chen Mo leaned closer to her and lowered his voice.

"Sister-in-law, what did the doctor say about Jun-ge's condition?"

She sighed, her eyes slightly moist.

"The doctor said it's a spinal cord injury, high-level paraplegia, and I can't move anything below the neck."

Chen Mo gasped, remained silent for several seconds, and then sighed heavily.

He turned back to look at Wang Jun, his tone sincere.

"Jun-ge, take good care of yourself. Medical technology is so advanced now, you might be able to recover in the future. You lie here, and your sister-in-law is here to take care of you. You have to cheer up and not let her worry."

Brother, I know quite a few doctors out there. I'll ask around and see if there are any specialists who can treat your illness. Don't worry, I'll cover whatever it costs.

The veins on Wang Jun's forehead bulged.

"Shut the fuck up! Stay away from my wife!"

Chen Mo ignored him, shifted her body closer to her, and lowered her voice by an inch.

"Sister-in-law, has Jun-ge been like this ever since he woke up?"

"It's been like this all along. He's yelling and screaming, sometimes crying, sometimes talking nonsense. The doctor said it might be post-traumatic stress disorder."

Chen Mo nodded, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Post-traumatic stress is one aspect. But in his case, he said someone wanted to kill him, that the video was fake, that someone tampered with the brakes, and that I was the one who harmed him."

Sister-in-law, I suggest you have a psychiatrist come and take a look.

She froze for a moment.

"Psychiatry?"

"I have a friend who was like this after his car accident. He always felt that someone was trying to harm him, saying that the surveillance footage was fake and that the brakes had been tampered with."

Later, it was diagnosed as paranoia. This kind of illness can't be delayed; the longer it's left untreated, the more serious it becomes.

Chen Mo spoke very softly, his eyes fixed on her.

"You've already worked so hard taking care of him, don't let him scare himself into something bad."

Her eyes reddened.

"He wasn't like this before. He used to be fearless."

Chen Mo reached out and gently placed his hand on the back of her hand.

Her hand trembled, and she didn't pull away.

"Sister-in-law, you know about what Jun-ge has been doing outside, right?"

The information Naga had gathered about Wang Jun, including the fact that he was keeping several young women as mistresses, was now on Chen Mo's phone.

Her fingers tightened suddenly, and she didn't say anything.

Chen Mo gently rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand.

"You knew, but you didn't leave. Anyone else would have left long ago."

Her tears fell and landed on the back of her hand.

Are you stupid?

Chen Mo looked at her with a slight smile on his lips and reached out to wipe away the tears on her face.

His fingertips slowly glided across her cheek.

"What good fortune did Jun-ge burn in his past life to marry such a wonderful wife like you? If I had someone like you, I'd come home every day."

Her face flushed instantly, and she turned her head away from Chen Mo's hand, her ears turning as red as if they were about to bleed.

Wang Jun started howling in bed.

"Shut the fuck up! Don't touch her!"

Chen Mo turned her head and glanced at him.

"Brother Jun, why are you in such a hurry to say a few words to my wife?"

He turned back, his hand still on hers, and his thumb wiped away another tear from the corner of her eye.

"Don't cry, don't cry. If you cry, your eyes will get swollen and you won't look good. Then Jun-ge will yell at you again."

She bit her lip, but tears wouldn't stop.

Her lips twitched slightly at his teasing, but she quickly pursed them back.

"He laughed."

Chen Mo moved closer to her, and the two became even closer.

"Sister-in-law has a beautiful smile. Jun-ge probably never complimented you before, but I'm doing this for him."

She buried her face in her hands, her entire neck still bright red.

"Brother Jun, don't you think so?"

Chen Mo turned his head to look at Wang Jun.

"Your sister-in-law is so beautiful, how come you never wanted to come home before?"

Wang Jun glared at his wife.

"Shen Nian, you fucking stay away from Chen Mo!"

He glared at Chen Mo again, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Chen Mo! You son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

"You can't even move, how can you kill me?"

Chen Mo turned back with a smile and looked at her.

"Sister-in-law, look at him. He's lying here unable to move, yet he still yells. You spend all day wiping his face, turning him over, and cleaning up his excrement, and he doesn't even say a kind word. What do you get out of him?"

Her tears welled up again, and she bit her lip, remaining silent.

"Stop biting, you'll break the skin."

Chen Mo reached out and gently pressed his thumb against her chin. "Let go."

She released her lips, tears streaming down her face, and looked up at Chen Mo.

He was shaking violently, like a leaf that was being blown about by the wind.

Chen Mo looked at her, reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her over.

She didn't resist; her forehead rested against his shoulder, and the sobs she had suppressed for so long finally escaped her throat.

Her fingers gripped his shirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Wang Jun watched all of this from his bed.

Only his head could move; his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and he was making hoarse noises.

"Don't touch her! You fucking don't touch her! Let her go!"

Chen Mo ignored him.

He lowered his head, gently resting his chin on her hair, and slowly stroked her back with his palm, again and again.

Her hair brushed against his chin, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

"Sister-in-law, you've lived for others for so many years."

His voice was very low, so low that only she could hear it.

"When Jun was out having fun, you waited for him at home. When he was indulging in debauchery, you took care of the house for him. Now that he's paralyzed, you're still here taking care of him. When have you ever lived for yourself?"

Her sobs muffled his shoulder, causing his shoulder to tremble violently.

"I don't know... I don't know how else I can live..."

"Think about it slowly."

Chen Mo patted her back one last time before letting go.

He took a business card out of his pocket, placed it in her hand, and closed her fingers.

"Call me when you've made up your mind."

He stood up and glanced down at Wang Jun.

"Jun-ge, you should rest and relax. I'll take good care of your wife."

Wang Jun's roar turned into a wail.

"Chen Mo...you fucking...I'm going to kill you!"

Chen Mo didn't turn around, opened the door and walked out.

Behind them came Wang Jun's hoarse howl and the woman's suppressed sobs, the two sounds mingling together as they chased after him through the crack in the door.

He closed the door behind him, shutting out all the sounds.

Instead of going back, he went to a teahouse by West Lake.

The ghost sat by the window.

He changed into a new navy blue suit, a white shirt, and no tie.

He was looking down at the tea master brewing tea. Phoenix nodded three times, and the water level rose and fell three times.

His eyebrows twitched slightly following the waterline, then he nodded slightly.

Chen Mo sat down opposite him, and Ghost looked up and smiled.

"Boss, Chinese tea is more interesting than coffee."

He pushed a cup of Longjing tea in front of Chen Mo.

"Drinking tea is about slowness, aiming to calm the mind; while drinking coffee is about speed, aiming to stay alert."

Chen Mo picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

The ghost picked up the teacup but didn't drink it; steam slowly rose from the rim.

"Boss, you're right. The biggest difference between Chinese tea and coffee is that tea requires stillness. To brew tea, you have to wait for the water to boil, for the tea leaves to unfurl, and for the tea to cool to the perfect drinking temperature. You have to wait for each step, and you can't rush any of them."

He raised the cup to eye level.

"The person brewing tea must not be distracted, and the person drinking tea must not be impatient. Therefore, both brewing and drinking tea are ways to cultivate the mind."

Chen Mo looked at the tea in his cup and smiled.

"I never knew you had such a deep understanding of Chinese tea culture! No wonder your assassination methods are so unique, but I like them."

The ghost's finger paused on the rim of the cup for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"Boss, you understand me."

He put the cup down.

"Every order I make is like sculpting a work of art, just like brewing tea. The water temperature, the tea leaves, the brewing time—every detail must be taken seriously. A difference of one degree or one second will result in an off taste."

The reflection of West Lake outside the window on the glass cut his profile in two halves, one light and one shadow.

"Boss, you've opened the package. Are you satisfied with my work?"

Chen Mo put down his teacup and looked directly into the ghost's eyes.

"Very satisfied. I really like this piece!"

Ghost's lips curled up slightly, then he picked up his teacup and finished the last sip of tea.

He put down his teacup, stood up, picked up his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, put it on, buttoned it up, and with one hand gently placed on his abdomen, bowed to Chen Moxing.

"It is my honor to have your appreciation."

"Let Wang Jun live a couple more days, then I'll kill him after I send you a message."

"No problem, you're the boss, you're in charge."

After the ghost finished speaking, it turned and left.

Chen Mo picked up the cup of Longjing tea and took a sip. His phone lit up; Lu Xingyao had sent him a message.

The color has been decided. I'll start painting the walls tomorrow. I want to paint the whole wall creamy white.

Su Wan posted: The workers said that warm gray is out of stock and we have to wait three days.

He replied with one word: Okay.

Chen Mo felt he was becoming more and more like a villain!

He's a good person; I should find some time to send some warmth and care to Jun-ge and his wife.