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Chapter 138 - CHAPTER 138: THE WORLD DOESN'T STOP FOR ANYONE!

"Mo Fan!"

A deep voice called out from the entrance of the room, firm yet laced with relief.

Mo Fan, who had just managed to calm Tang Yue down, glanced toward the doorway.

"Chairman Tang!" he exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the imposing yet familiar figure.

Behind Tang Zhong stood his wife, Song Lin, her sharp yet concerned gaze softening as it fell on Mo Fan.

"Thank goodness you're awake!" Song Lin said, walking into the room with her husband.

As they approached his bed, Mo Fan offered a weak smile and dipped his head slightly as a gesture of respect.

"Thank you... Thank you so much for taking care of me. I'm deeply sorry for the trouble I've caused all of you." He said, his voice raspy and apologetic.

He made an attempt to bow his head further but winced sharply as the soreness in his muscles reminded him of his condition.

Tang Yue placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Don't move! You're supposed to rest," she scolded gently, her brows furrowing with worry.

"..."

Sigh.

Tang Zhong sighed heavily as he watched the scene.

Despite being the one who had suffered so much, Mo Fan was still apologizing.

The weight of guilt pressed down on Tang Zhong's shoulders, knowing full well the mess his stupid daughter had caused.

Tang Zhong stepped closer to Mo Fan's bed, his expression solemn.

"No apology is necessary," he said, his deep voice steady yet laced with regret.

"In fact, no words can express how sorry we are for everything my family has put you through." With that, Tang Zhong did the unthinkable.

He bowed low, his head dipping deeply toward Mo Fan. "Please, find it in your heart to forgive us."

Not just him. Song Lin also pulled Tang Yue down from the bed.

She then followed suit, her elegant form bowing as well.

Slap!

Before doing so, she landed a sharp slap on Tang Yue's back, as if to silently reprimand her for the chaos she'd caused.

Tang Yue's face flushed with shame as she stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Mo Fan..."

Mo Fan blinked, caught off guard.

Seeing one of the most powerful families in China bowing before him felt surreal.

He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond here...

If he stopped them, it might come across as pretentious, but letting them continue felt equally wrong.

He made a disturbed expression, unsure of what to do with his hands or where to look.

Sensing his discomfort, Feng Lian, the head maid, tactfully intervened. "Mistress Song Lin, I've already called the doctor. He'll be here shortly. Perhaps it's best if we allow Mr. Mo Fan some time to rest, considering he's only just regained consciousness."

Mo Fan glanced at her and sighed with relief. _Nice assist, Head Maid._ He gave her a thumbs up in his mind.

"That's a good idea," Song Lin agreed, standing upright again.

She turned to her husband. "Honey, let's leave him to recover for now."

Tang Zhong shook his head. "I'll join you soon. I need to speak with Mo Fan privately first."

Song Lin raised an eyebrow. "He just woke up, Honey. Don't overwhelm him."

"I won't," Tang Zhong reassured her with a small nod.

Tang Yue, however, hesitated. "But Dad—"

"No buts," Song Lin interrupted, pulling her daughter along. "You've caused enough trouble already."

Though reluctant, Tang Yue allowed herself to be led out of the room. Feng Lian followed them, glancing back briefly to ensure Mo Fan was comfortable.

Ka-Thud.

The door closed softly, leaving Mo Fan and Tang Zhong alone in a heavy, quiet atmosphere.

"..."

"..."

Tang Zhong pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, his sharp eyes meeting Mo Fan's tired ones.

"I heard everything from Tang Yue," he began, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority.

"..."

Mo Fan didn't reply, his gaze dropping to his hands resting on the blanket.

"What happened was unfortunate, to say the least. But I need to understand something,"

Tang Zhong continued, leaning forward slightly. "How are you still alive, Mo Fan?"

Mo Fan looked up, his face unreadable, though there was a hint of defensiveness in his eyes.

"... Is that really important?" he asked softly.

Tang Zhong's expression hardened.

"A Supreme Ruler Class, Guardian Beast of Hangzhou—one that has protected this region for centuries—suddenly goes berserk and attacks you, a student, in a densely populated area. Don't tell me you don't know anything about that."

Sigh.

Mo Fan sighed, his eyes flickering with a complex emotion Tang Zhong couldn't quite read.

"Do you really think I would have those answers?" he replied, deflecting the question.

Tang Zhong's jaw tightened.

The boy was clearly hiding something, but he couldn't push too hard—not now.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to suppress his frustration.

Before Tang Zhong could press further, Mo Fan shifted the topic. "The head maid mentioned I'd been unconscious for a while," he said, his voice cautious.

"Can you tell me what day it is?"

"..." Tang Zhong stared at him for a moment, his lips pressing into a firm line.

Then, reluctantly, he answered. "It's November 29th, 2017."

Mo Fan froze. His body stiffened, his mind refusing to process what he'd just heard.

"W-what?! N-No, I'm sorry… I must've misheard you. Could you… please repeat that?" His voice cracked slightly, betraying the unease bubbling beneath his calm façade.

Tang Zhong's expression softened, though his voice remained steady. "... Kid... You've been unconscious for the last Five Months and Thirteen Days."

The weight of those words hit Mo Fan like a tidal wave.

His eyes widened and the words 'five months and thirteen days' echoed in his mind over and over again...

_F-five months. Almost half a year has… passed since then...?_ Mo Fan thought in his mind as he remembered the hill where he met Tang Yue.

For a moment,

He sat there in stunned silence, his mind racing to comprehend everything he'd missed.

What had happened while he was unconscious? What had become of his Island and city? His plans?

How was Xinxia? Five months had passed, and he couldn't contact her... She must be worried.

What about Little Wolfy, he hadn't summoned the little thing for five months, is it okay?

The soul contract is still there! Thank God, it's still alive!

But...

What about Qin Yu'er and their little Angel?

He couldn't send that fake email he sends every month to the Sacred City to keep them off from Qin Yu'er's back.

But by now... they might be aware that she is not sealed anymore.

Have they already tracked her down? Is she taken by the Sacred City??

Even if they couldn't track her, what if they decide to cast the Stone Of Guilt!!

His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Tang Zhong watched the boy closely, his stern demeanor softening ever so slightly.

"Mo Fan, I know this is a lot to take in. But I need answers. If there's even the slightest chance you know something then please..."

Mo Fan clenched his jaw, his gaze lowering to the sheets. He was not in his right state of mind.

"… I need some time," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tang Zhong studied him for a long moment before nodding. "Very well. But don't take too long, Mo Fan. The world doesn't stop for anyone—not even you."

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Mo Fan alone with the weight of his thoughts and the passage of time he could never get back.

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