554: Chapter 543 554: Chapter 543 “Alright, I really admire you now!” Song Yun looked at the girl who still had a childlike innocence on her face and suddenly felt that maybe he was a bit of a beast for pursuing her out of selfish desire, wasn’t he?
However, upon thinking again, did he have money?
Yes!
Did he have love in his heart?
That could be cultivated later, couldn’t it?
So, he felt reassured.
“Just trying to contribute a bit of my own strength, I guess.
Alright, your wound should be okay now!” Mo Yuyao reached out to touch Song Yun’s head, then leaned in to examine the wound, which was now covered in red medicine, “If it were any bigger, you might have needed stitches.”
At this moment, Mo Yuyao was standing in front of Song Yun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, naturally putting her at a higher position than Song Yun, so his eyes were directly in line with Mo Yuyao’s ample bosom.
Song Yun kept telling himself not to look, not to look, but Mo Yuyao occasionally moved slightly and her chest jiggled a bit, almost as if she were tempting Song Yun.
Song Yun swallowed hard.
Mo Yuyao’s chest was less than ten centimeters away from him, and he felt as if he could see through her white coat to the lingerie underneath.
“Alright, you can go back now, remember, come over tomorrow for another injection!” After examining him, Mo Yuyao stepped back, sat down on a chair, and while laughing, lifted her foot and told Song Yun.
However, Mo Yuyao had forgotten that she was only wearing a white lab coat with almost nothing underneath, and this lab coat, despite being labeled a coat, was more like an oversized shirt.
When Mo Yuyao lifted her leg, about two-thirds of her shapely thighs were exposed, advantageous for Song Yun who sat opposite her.
After finishing speaking, Mo Yuyao noticed that Song Yun wasn’t moving, and seeing that he was staring blankly at her lower half, she couldn’t help but lower her gaze and saw much of her modesty was about to be compromised.
“Ah!” Mo Yuyao exclaimed softly, and quickly put her leg down flat, but she flattened it so rapidly that the hem of the coat remained in its original place.
Thus, the one-third of her thighs that were initially covered were now fully exposed to Song Yun’s view, even the light yellow panties shyly peeked out a bit.
“Ah!” Mo Yuyao exclaimed again, hurriedly adjusted the hem, and then, with both hands pressing down, her face turned red as she said, “Don’t look!”
“I didn’t see anything…” Song Yun chuckled awkwardly, but his saying he hadn’t seen anything seemed even more like he had seen everything, causing Mo Yuyao to blush from her face down to her neck.
“I should go.” Song Yun, too, felt embarrassed.
Had it been moments earlier, he might have tried another expert flirting technique known as the “increase embarrassment method”!
As awkwardness often makes appearances during the dating process, it isn’t necessarily a bad thing in experts’ views.
Handled well, it could even foster further development of the relationship, although that involves many nuances, best not elaborated on here.
Charmed by Mo Yuyao’s charisma, Song Yun’s intentions weren’t as strong as before, so seeing Mo Yuyao embarrassed, he chose the best strategy—retreat, and promptly left the medical room.
It took a long while after Song Yun left for the redness on Mo Yuyao’s face to slowly fade.
Then, still feeling annoyed, she glanced at the bed Song Yun had been sitting on, walked over, sat down in the same manner he did, and then looked towards her own position.
“From here, you really can see!” Mo Yuyao’s face reddened inexplicably again, thinking of that person who had embarrassed her twice after only two meetings, and she couldn’t help but feel a peculiar sensation in her heart.
After leaving the medical room, Song Yun was escorted by the waiting prison guards to an open area where many inmates were already gathered.
Zhang Longhu appeared timely beside Song Yun and said, “I heard that Tongtong and Brother Tu went to the hospital?”
“Yeah, they had bad luck, got hit by debris!” Song Yun smiled naively.
“Ah, you’re the one with good luck, nothing happened to you…
right?” Zhang Longhu asked.
“Nothing.
Just as Tongtong grabbed me, he got hit by debris,” Song Yun touched his head.
“Let’s go, Tongtong and Brother Tu are hospitalized.
Not sure if Qian Kaikou will take it out on you, but if he doesn’t, then you’re clear and have survived the newbie hurdle,” Zhang Longhu said, leading Song Yun to a vegetable patch, “Here, take your tool.” Zhang Longhu handed over a plastic rake-like object to Song Yun.
“What’s this for?” Song Yun took the rake and asked.
“It’s a rake.
Even prisoners have to work.
Today, we are tilling the soil!” Zhang Longhu replied, and began manipulating his own rake in the soil.
“Shouldn’t rakes be made of metal?
How come it’s plastic now?” Song Yun asked.
“If they were metal, you could kill someone with it, but with plastic, you can’t,” explained Zhang Longhu.
“I see!” Song Yun nodded, bent down, and started working alongside Zhang Longhu.
Meanwhile, a few dozen meters away by the vegetable garden, Qian Kaikou sat on a large rock, but this time without a woman beside him, since it was outdoors—a woman beside him would have been too disrespectful to the Prison Chief.
“Did you say Tongtong and Little Tu are now done for?” Qian Kaikou laughed as he said this, as if the ones trashed were not his subordinates but merely some random cats and dogs.
“Yes, according to the prison guards, they’re finished,” someone nearby responded.
Qian Kaikou shook his head.
“This Song Yun is indeed no ordinary person.
Heh, I heard that Centipede now wants to deal with him?”
“Yeah, Centipede sent Song Yun to the medical room today, and I heard that tomorrow he intends to ask Song Yun to bring him benefits.
If Song Yun can bring enough benefits, he’ll take him as his subordinate; if not, Song Yun might find himself in the medical room again tomorrow.”
“Heh, watch Centipede and Song Yun tomorrow, see how Centipede plans to deal with Song Yun, or maybe it will be the other way around,” Qian Kaikou grinned widely.
“Yes.”
In another part of the prison, several people were mopping the floor, while a strapping man around two meters tall sat by a wall, hands behind his head, lost in thought.
“Here.” A prison guard walked over and passed a cigarette to the man known as Pillar of Heaven.
“Thanks.” Pillar of Heaven took the cigarette, handed several red banknotes to the guard, “For tea for the brothers.”
“Ha ha, just call us if you need anything,” the guard laughed as he pocketed the red banknotes.
That single cigarette had cost him only about a hundred dollars, but the several notes tossed by Pillar of Heaven could be worth about ten times as much—a few hundred dollars profit with just a quick exchange.
There really was no business more lucrative than this.