At 7 a.m., Luo Ning groggily awoke from her sleep.
She felt a twinge of pain in her back, and that’s when she rembered everything that happened last night.
Last night was her 26th birthday, and the night was truly a clash of fire and ice.
First, Mo Han took her to the most upscale restaurant in Jiangling City, Dazzling Stars, where they listened to her favorite Rachmaninoff playing passionately, then Mo Han took her to a crystal balcony to watch the Gemini Building across from them and the drone performance...
When Mo Han put on that knockoff pink lover’s necklace, Luo Ning truly felt like the happiest woman in the world.
But who would have thought, just after that, she saw a black SUV brashly point a gun right at her husband!
In her agitation, she didn’t think twice before taking the bullet for her husband.
Lucky for her, she actually woke up.
She touched her back, and though it hurt a bit, it seed to have already scabbed over, which was incredibly fast, wasn’t it?
Last night she clearly rembered, after waking up, a blue-eyed, blond man in a white coat kept muttering "impossible," saying how Mo Han could have possibly treated a gunshot wound with just a silver needle. At the ti, Mo Han was annoyed and had soone usher the white-coated man out, after which she fell unconscious once more, sleeping until now.
"Was it not the white-coated man who saved , but Mo Han instead? Does he really know dical skills?"
She then rembered that the only reason Mo Han was able to host such a grand banquet last night was that Mr. Liao said Mo Han saved a very prestigious guest, and only out of consideration for that person did he facilitate things for Mo Han.
So, does Mo Han really possess dical skills, and deep ones at that?
But that couldn’t be right!
If Mo Han knew dical skills, when he had a car accident before, and one of his legs was crippled, he should have been able to treat it himself, so why wait until now?
That’s not right, Mo Han is hiding sothing!
"Ning’er, you’re awake?"
As she pondered, Mo Han, wearing an apron, stepped in with a bowl of millet porridge and sat down beside the bed. He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and then said, "Here, drink so millet porridge."
Watching her husband carefully tend to her, Luo Ning’s heart churned, her eyes moistened, and she sniffled slightly, "Mo Han, why are you so good to !"
"Silly girl, you’re my little treasure. If I’m not good to you, then who should I be good to?"
Mo Han looked at Luo Ning endearingly, blew on the porridge again to make sure it wasn’t too hot, and then handed her the spoon, "Good girl, listen to , open your mouth, and eat the porridge..."
"Hmm."
Seeing her husband call her such an intimate na made Luo Ning blush.
"Daddy, you’re biased!"
Just then, Mo Xiaochen pouted and wriggled out from under the covers, "Daddy always called Chen Chen his little treasure before..."
"Uh..."
Mo Han scratched his head, damn it, how could I forget about this little one?
"You’re the little treasure, and your mom is the big treasure. You’re both my precious loves!"
"Humph! Chen Chen doesn’t believe it," Mo Xiaochen grunted and pointed at the bowl in her father’s hand, "Daddy only likes Mommy, that’s why he only feeds her..."
Upon hearing their daughter’s words, Mo Han and Luo Ning both smiled together, realizing that the little one was just jealous.
"It’s Daddy’s fault. Shall Daddy get you a bowl of millet porridge as well? How about adding a poached egg?" Mo Han said with a smile.
"Yay!" Mo Xiaochen finally broke into a smile, "I want two!"
The three of them took a whole half hour for breakfast.
"Ding-dong..."
Just then, Luo Ning’s phone on the bedside table rang, and surprisingly, it was grandma calling.
"Hello, Luo Ning, didn’t you see the text I sent you yesterday? Why didn’t you reply?"
As soon as Luo Ning answered the phone, she heard her grandmother’s dissatisfied voice.
"Chairman, I’m sorry, I felt a bit unwell and went to bed early without checking my phone. I might need to take a day or two off..."
"What? Feeling unwell? Is that a reason? Is that an excuse?"
The old lady scoffed, "Do you have any idea how difficult the company is right now? You are now the general manager of Luo’s Group, dozens of people are waiting for your orders!"
"And now you’re telling you need leave, what makes you think you have that privilege!"
Luo Ning was taken aback by this barrage of words and cluelessly said, "Grandma, isn’t everything in the company going smoothly? Where is the difficulty?"
"Luo Ning, Luo Ning, you’ve really let down!"
The old lady pretended to be heartbroken, "Don’t you know about the urgent need for steel for the East City Comrcial Street project we are cooperating with Tian Sheng Group on?"
"I know," Luo Ning nodded, "Haven’t I arranged for the procurent to go buy so? We should have news within three days..."
"Three days? Luo Ning, you really do have ample ti, don’t you? How are we to construct without steel?" The old lady mocked, "You must rember we’ve signed a contract with Tian Sheng Group, and if we don’t complete the construction within the specified ti, we’d owe double the penalty!"
"The price of steel has soared recently, and there’s been a severe shortage in the surrounding counties and cities. Even if you were to source from other regions, it’s going to be too late!"
"Then... what should we do?" Luo Ning was a bit panicked. She knew about the recent sharp increase in steel prices and the shortages in many places, but she hadn’t realized the severity of the shortage.
Seeing Luo Ning take the bait, the old lady began reeling in her catch.
"Boss He at Blacklight Pier still has stock. Hurry over there and see. Tomorrow, at the latest tomorrow, you must bring that batch of goods back to , otherwise, just submit your resignation!"
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