The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Little Heng.

Why does this name sound like a little eunuch!

Mo Yongheng's legs were numb from squatting in the corner for the entire afternoon.

He got ready to stand up when he saw that Qi Yan was about to leave. However, when he heard that he had called him "Little Heng", his knees wobbled and nearly fell on his face. He cast him a glare as soon as he returned to his senses!

As if he could not detect his gaze, Qi Yan continued to complain.

"Little Heng, quick. Why are you so slow? Woes of having short legs, indeed!"

"My name is Mo Yongheng, not Little Heng!"

Mo Yongheng took huge steps forward to him and compared both of their heights. Gritting his teeth, he reminded him, "We only have a slight difference in height!"

He used his actions to prove that his legs were not short!

However, Qi Yan ignored everything and curled his lips.

"In any case, I am still taller than you, and your legs are shorter than mine too. If you are not convinced, shall we remove our pants to compare?"

"…"

Remove their pants to compare. What was he trying to compare?

As Mo Yongheng stared at the unbelievably shameless Qi Yan, he was so angry that his face turned ashen.

His hands draped at the sides of his body, tightened into fists.

He repeatedly reminded himself that Qi Yan still had to treat the elderly head and that he could not die now…

"Are you even a man? Why are you dawdling?

"Let me tell you this, I did not fuss over this matter with you today because I took my Bengbeng's feelings into account. For someone like you, I can simply prescribe you a dose of the drug and you can proceed to lie down with Mr. Mo on the bed!

"Follow closely and take the initiative to carry the box. It's okay if you do not have any experience of being a footman, I just happen to have time today and I can teach you how to do it…"

"…"

Qi Yan's nagging could be heard throughout the entire journey.

Even though Mo Yongheng had followed him blindly with the box in hand, every action of his was scrutinized.

By the time they returned to the elderly head's ward, the expression on Mo Yongheng's face could no longer be described in words. He was so angry, that it seemed like he would just faint from anger by the next second…

"Are the two of you… alright?"

Tan Bengbeng weakly asked. She had been in a deep sleep and only woke up when she heard sounds of the door opening.

The moment she turned around, she saw the two men with two completely different expressions.

Qi Yan replied, "We're good!"

Mo Yongheng said, "We're not!"

Yeah, their vastly different replies matched their current feelings right now.

Tan Bengbeng's eyes flickered and she sat up on the reclining chair. As she walked toward Mo Yongheng, she said softly, "Young Master Yongheng, Qi Yan's character is as such, he is used to being wilful. If he was impolite to you or offended you in any way, I am willing to apologize on his behalf…"

"Tss!"

Qi Yan had already taken in a deep, chilly breath even before Tan Bengbeng could finish speaking.

Reaching out, he pulled her to face him and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"I have been developing the Mo Family head's antidote the entire afternoon and I did nothing evil. Why are you apologizing on my behalf? Furthermore, you are apologizing to him. Are you trying to p*ss me to death?"

"Indeed, he did not do anything."

Mo Yongheng strolled forward and scoffed, "He merely used his authority for personal gain and made me squat in the corner of the laboratory for an entire afternoon. He even used his mouth and took advantage of me."

"???"

Used his mouth to take advantage?

It was obvious that Tan Bengbeng had misunderstood the meaning in a sexual manner, as her gaze traveled back and forth between the two men.

Qi Yan hurriedly pressed onto her head and said, "Don't let your thoughts run wild, I merely called him Little Heng. It is nothing much, yet he used it to complain to you. He is not manly at all! Little Heng, today is Children's Day and you can go and enjoy your day. Judging from your looks, I think that you are at most only three years old!"

"…"

What does it feel like to be called childish by the most childish person?