"Li Da?" Tong Mo’s mouth twitched violently as she repeated the two characters, looking incredulously at Secretary Chen, "This can’t be his actual name, can it?"
"That’s right, no mistake..." Secretary Chen spoke with seeming conviction, but his conscience was dimmed by his words.
Tong Mo’s mouth twitched even more severely now as she glanced at the handsome mature man lying on the hospital bed, a flicker of sympathy appearing in her eyes.
Such a handsome man having such an unsophisticated name!
It truly was hard to imagine.
At this moment, Li Zijue also slowly opened his eyes. A fleeting glimmer of confusion in his deep grey pupils was quickly replaced by the usual cool emptiness; he had clearly come to grips with what had happened.
"Li Da, you’re awake?"
Tong Mo was the first to notice he had awakened and rushed to his side, her eyes filled with concern.
"How are you feeling now?"
Instead of answering her question, Li Zijue frowned and looked at her, "Li Da?"
What kind of weird nickname was that?
It was like calling someone ’Neighbor Wang’!
"What’s wrong? Did getting shot make you forget your own name?" The oblivious Tong Mo didn’t catch onto the man’s discomfort, instead looking at him with an expression that read ’have you gone stupid?’
He slightly narrowed his long, narrow eyes and glanced at the girl before his gaze swept past her to Secretary Chen, silently asking: Was it you who told her my name was Li Da?
Secretary Chen hastily aimed his gaze inward, pretending like he had said nothing of the sort.
Didn’t he realize he should have come up with a better sounding name for him!
He knew he was great, but there was no need to hang it on everyone’s lips like that!
Secretary Chen still wore an "I know nothing" expression on his face.
That look nearly drove Li Zijue to kick him to death.
"Li Da! Li Da!" meanwhile, Tong Mo was earnestly advising him, "Look at how dangerous your line of work is, why don’t you quit? You must have saved enough for retirement by now, so stop doing it. Find a wife, have kids, and live a good life."
She looked just like an elderly person counseling a wayward youth.
Li Zijue knew she had mistaken him for a male escort who had gotten shot, and he didn’t know whether to feel angry or to laugh, "Tong Mo, I am not the kind of ’duck’ you’re imagining."
"I know, I know, you’re not a duck, you’re a male social escort, a viscount!" Tong Mo thought he was too embarrassed to admit his profession.
Li Zijue was thoroughly speechless.
Really, was there any difference between a male social escort and a viscount, and a ’duck’?
In the end, he simply couldn’t be bothered to argue with her about it and glanced at his watch on his wrist, "It’s nearly eleven o’clock, aren’t you going to school?"
He remembered today was her high school exam day.
"The exams are all over, what’s the point of going now." Tong Mo shook her head and sighed.
If she went now, she wouldn’t make it in time anyway; better not to go and spare herself the anguish.
Li Zijue couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and continued to ask, "Are you not taking the rest of your exams either?"
"Of course, I’m taking them!"
"Then shouldn’t you be heading back to school now?" Li Zijue kindly reminded her, "If you don’t go now, you’ll miss this afternoon’s exams."
"Oh, right!" It dawned on Tong Mo, and she quickly grabbed her backpack, waved to him, "Goodbye, Uncle. Take care of your injuries, I’ll come to see you after my exam is over."