So You're Such A Doctor Song

Chapter 368 - Yan Molun Frowned And Dissed Her Silently: Shes Terminally Ill

Chapter 368: Yan Molun Frowned And Dissed Her Silently: She’s Terminally Ill

“If I wanted to show-off, I wouldn’t be like this at all.” Duoyao sighed. “Sister Shuang, aren’t you just angry now because I wasn’t defeated like how you wanted? Honestly, I was really quite grateful to you in the past. I missed the times when you encouraged me even though I wasn’t popular. I felt I was very lucky then to have met such a nice manager like you. I thought we would go through thick and thin together, but it was wishful thinking on my part. Now, I’ve come to understand that I was just your tool.”

Ge Shuang was stunned. Internal conflict was combined with the anger in her eyes.

Duoyao looked at Xiao Xiao, who was dancing inside. “I guess from today onwards, she’ll be your new tool. Sister Shuang, even at work, it’s still possible to build a relationship between people. I hope you won’t treat her how you treated me. As a manager or artiste, what matters most is being true to the other party. If you betray people or act behind a person’s back, you will lose their trust. I’m not referring to myself but every other artiste that you will be managing in the future.”

Ge Shuang took in a deep breath. Her expression turned ugly.

“I’ll be gone. The next time we meet might be under different circumstances. We might even be on opposing sides and I won’t give in to you.” Duoyao took a step back and left with melancholy.

Although you might part with your friends, colleagues, or lover someday, some people could deal with it very callously, but for Duoyao, she easily believed in the goodness of others, so she was always hurt when it was time to part.

Yan Molun watched intently as she walked towards him. When she walked past him, he said softly, “I can help you teach her a lesson.”

Duoyao shook her head. “There’s no need. Just leave things as is. I’m afraid she will go downhill too in this industry.”

Yan Molun answered with a simple “Mm”. That was true. Now that everyone knew about the things Ge Shuang did behind Jiang Duoyao’s back, her reputation had been completely tarnished. Even if an artiste was willing to let Ge Shuang manage her, the fans wouldn’t buy it.

During the drive back to the villa, Duoyao and Xiling were discussing their future plans for development. In the end, they decided to sign a contract with Shang Wei as an artiste with a personal studio.

“Shang Wei?” Yan Molun found the name very familiar.

“It’s Fu Yu’s company,” Duoyao explained to him. “Shang Wei called me several times. I thought the conditions they offered weren’t bad. Besides, Shang Wei has been developing pretty well in recent years and they also have good resources. Fu Yu is also Changqing’s brother, so I guess it would be somewhat advantageous in a certain way.”

Yan Molun nodded. So that was the case.

Song Chuyi didn’t really like Fu Yu, but Yan Molun was fine with him since they didn’t have any enmity between them. “Then you two can go ahead and discuss it with the company. Remember to stay safe.”

After taking her back to the villa, he went to take care of his own business. He believed there were certain things that her team could handle for her. It wouldn’t be very appropriate for him to help her out with everything since she couldn’t possibly pay them for doing nothing.

The moment he left, Xiling started strangling Duoyao, chattering non-stop: “Tell me honestly—was it Yan Molun who settled this for you? What exactly is his background? I heard Sister Shuang said that it had something to do with Li Hall?”

Duoyao nodded. Although she was close to Xiling, she knew there are certain things that she shouldn’t say. “Mm. Yes. He has some ties with Li Shaobin.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Xiling looked at her with envy. “I just thought he was a little rich. If I had known that he was so powerful, I would’ve hooked up with him back on the mountains.”

Duoyao pushed her angrily and said with a smile, “Great, so this was what you had in mind. Too bad; I’m his cup of tea.”

“That’s true. You must’ve been really lucky in your previous life. Now that I think about it, is he also the one who helped you with Zhu Fenglei’s incident?” Xiling had figured it all out.

Duoyao nodded.

“So that’s really it? I just thought you were lucky.” Xiling laughed secretly. “Luckily I was smart to leave with you. I’ve decided that from today onwards, other than making you work hard, my goal is to make sure you have Yan Molun’s heart captured securely. Say, he was even able to settle things with Zhu Fenglei and CEO Kang—what do you need to be afraid of in the future? Do you even need to put up with people at all?”

Duoyao thought Xiling made sense, so she had to treat Yan Molun better in the future and hold onto this big tree tightly.

However, she didn’t really think it was just luck that Yan Molun would like someone like her. Some good came out of her mom’s daily prayers indeed.

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She went to Shang Wei with Xiling in the afternoon and Fu Yu came personally to welcome her. The two of them discussed for more than two hours before Duoyao finally signed her contract as Shang Wei’s first artiste with her personal studio.

At night, she attended a dinner party organized by Shang Wei. The next day, the headlines were all about her dinner with Fu Yu. Just when the public was speculating whether she had decided to join Shang Wei, it was announced on Shang Wei’s official Weibo account that they had officially signed a contract with Duoyao’s personal studio.

After the contract signing, Duoyao was busy looking for a studio. After finding one, she began renovations. After half a month, her studio was finally opened.

On that very night, she organized a party with the partners of her studio and was only sent home by Xiling after midnight. The lights in the villa were still on. After Xiling parked her car and turned off the engine, the door to the building opened. Yan Molun’s towering figure walked over under the shadows of the moonlight.

“She... had a drop too much today.” Although Xiling was familiar with him, after finding out about his identity, she was still a little fearful in front of someone with such a tall build.

“Mm,” Yan Molun replied lightly. He opened the door to the backseat and saw the woman lying there inside, sleeping comfortably. She had a cushion under her head and her shoes were taken off and left on the car mat.

Yan Molun squinted and picked her up with his right hand while he picked up her shoes with his left. He said to Xiling, “Sorry to have troubled you.”

“It’s alright.” Xiling was stunned. It was great if a man was strong. Duoyao looked just like a baby being carried by him.

...

Yan Molun carried Duoyao all the way into the bedroom. When he put her down on the bed, the drunk woman lifted her hand up. “Come, cheers... cheers. Wishing my career a success... I’m going to dominate the industry.”

Yan Molun frowned and dissed her silently: She’s terminally ill.

...

In the middle of the night, as Yan Molun was sleeping, the bedroom light was suddenly switched on, waking him up. He opened his eyes and saw Duoyao swaying into the bathroom. At first, he thought she was sleepwalking. He sat up. In the end, he saw the bathroom light switched on and in no time at all, he heard the sound of water flowing down the drain.

Within three minutes, she swayed out again, trying hard to open her eyes as she climbed back into bed, all the while not even looking at him once as though he was air.

Yan Molun said lightly, “Are you awake or sleepwalking?”

Duoyao ignored him and flipped around, leaving him with her back. When Yan Molun saw that, he felt terrible all over. This woman. Could she pull her pants up properly after going to the toilet? Was it really appropriate to leave her bottom exposed for him to see in the middle of the night?

He covered her up with the blanket with a black face, but soon after, she kicked it away, mumbling: “It’s hot”. After that, she took her pants off.

Yan Molun: “...”

Why was the moon so bright tonight, making it faintly visible for him?

He shut his eyes and could suddenly feel Little Mo howling non-stop. How unbearable.

After a long period of torment, he finally kicked the thin blanket away and pounced on the woman beside him.

...

Duoyao drank quite a lot of hard liquor tonight and felt as though her body was burning. She felt as though she was covered in a quilt during the summer and she pushed with all her might but she couldn’t seem to push it away.

She moaned weakly.

Why’s it so, so hot?

It’s so unbearably hot.

She also felt like going to the toilet, but she just went moments ago.

No, I’d better take a trip to the toilet, but why can’t I seem to get up...?

Oh no, oh no, I didn’t manage to hold it in...

Done for. She actually peed in bed. Next time, she definitely wouldn’t drink so much anymore.

Yan Molun would definitely scold her tomorrow. He might even abandon her.

How embarrassing.

She finally opened her eyes. A faint light flooded in from the window. She was all alone in the giant bed. There was the sound of flowing water coming from the bathroom.

She was stunned. She let out a sigh of relief. Luckily, it was just a dream. Otherwise, it would’ve been really embarrassing.

She flipped over with much effort and froze.

F*ck, something’s amiss. Where are my clothes?

Also, why are the sheets under me wet? Could I really have...

She covered her face. How embarrassing.

What to do? What to do?

She wanted to get up and change the sheets first, so if Yan Molun were to despise her later, she could still act pitifully.

However, when she sat up, she was stunned once again. Why do my legs feel so sore? It feels like every time...

Just then, the door to the bathroom opened. Immediately after that, Yan Molun walked out languidly wearing only a pair of pants, revealing his lean waist and sexy abs, making her dizzy. When he saw her sitting by the bed with her eyes wide open looking slightly shocked, he said, “You’re finally awake?”

“Mm... er...” Duoyao was very embarrassed and very awkward. Who could tell her what happened exactly? “Er... the sheets seem a little wet.”