With a thud,
He Chen knelt on the ground without a second thought and pushed the Elixir back, "Mister Mo, not only did you awaken Yumo from her coma, but you also helped her stand up again. For such a great kindness, I, He Chen, really don’t know how to repay you."
"Now, you want to give such a precious Qiankun Elixir, I truly feel unworthy!"
"Please take it back, Mister Mo, there’s no need to waste it on sobody insignificant like ..."
Mo Han shrugged and pulled He Chen up, "Old He, listen to what you’re saying. I have plenty of Qiankun Elixirs, it’s just that they are precious because they are rare, I don’t want to give away too many at once."
"If I tell you to take it, just take it. Why all this nonsense? I will be counting on you to help with things in the future."
With that, he stuffed the Elixir back into He Chen’s hand.
He Chen felt his nose tingle with emotion and his heart swelled with excitent and gratitude.
At that mont, he no longer resisted, accepted the Qiankun Elixir, clenched his fists in a salute, and knelt on one knee, saying sincerely, "Mister Mo, from now on, my life is yours!"
"Rest assured, I, He Chen, will surely not disappoint you!"
Mo Han smiled slightly and patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry either. Follow , and you will see the stars and the seas."
This statent couldn’t be any more arrogant, yet He Chen believed it without a doubt.
For soone like Mister Mo, who was incomparable in martial arts and unparalleled in dical skills, it would be a matter of ti before he stood at the very peak of Jiuzhou. To be able to follow Mister Mo was the greatest honor of his life.
He Chen silently made a promise to himself to follow Mo Han all his life, not only to repay the life-saving grace of Mister Mo but also to witness the stars and the seas.
After the banquet ended, Mo Han got into He Chen’s car with the gifts from Tang Guowei and the others.
In the car, looking at the things in his hands, he felt a bit troubled.
Having a McLaren and a Ferrari Enzo was certainly top of the supercar list; if he drove them back ho, how would he explain it to his wife?
Fortunately, he wasn’t heading ho just yet; he had so ti to stall.
But as the saying goes, one can hide on the first day but not on the fifteenth. He looked up at the rearview mirror and asked He Chen, who was in the passenger seat, "Old He, what should I do with those two supercars?"
He Chen knew that Mo Han preferred to keep a low profile, otherwise he wouldn’t have bought a Cayenne S and gone to great lengths to modify it into a Porsche-style.
After thinking for a bit, he replied, "If Mister Mo doesn’t want to keep them at ho, I have an idea. We can store them in the Brand Elegant Luxury Car Exhibition Center in East City."
"That way, you don’t have to worry about your family seeing them, and the security at the Brand Elegant is quite good, they absolutely won’t damage your car."
"Whenever you feel like driving them, just give a call, and I’ll have soone bring them to you. What do you think?"
Mo Han nodded, pleased with the idea. "Fine, let’s do as you suggest."
When they were almost ho, Mo Han carefully wrapped the scroll that Elder Gui had given to him before getting out of the car.
Upon opening the door, the living room was pitch dark, with only the TV still on.
On the sofa, his wife Luo Ning was cheek in hand, watching the TV with a tired expression.
"Wife, why aren’t the lights on?" Mo Han walked over and sat next to his wife, "What’s wrong? Feeling down? Did so bastard upset our Ning’er?"
"Don’t talk nonsense!" Luo Ning rolled her eyes at Mo Han and said helplessly, "It’s my parents. I discussed with them again today about wanting to start a studio."
"They said the economy is not doing well these days, and rents are expensive, they prefer for to find a job."
"You know, I worked at Luo Group for six years and was recently the general manager. Asking to find a job now, at this point, and to work for soone else, I really don’t want to..."
"Mo Han, I still want to start my own studio. Will you support ?"
Looking at his wife’s bright, twinkling eyes, Mo Han smiled softly, "Support, of course I support you!"
"Starting a studio is your dream, let’s take it step by step. We’ll sort out the location first, then move on to decoration and hiring staff."
"I just so happen to have a friend with an empty office space in the East City Platinum Elite, last ti I helped him out with a big favor, and he still owes a favor. I’ll talk to him and see if he’ll let you use the office space."
"However, his space is not that big, just over four hundred square ters. I’m not sure if that will be enough..."
"Enough! Of course, it’s enough!"
Luo Ning was instantly overjoyed, "Four hundred square ters, that’s enough space for several studios!"
"Wait, Mo Han, you just said ’use.’ Does that an there’s no rent to be paid?"
Of course, since Elder Zhou already gifted the office space, how could a wife pay rent to her husband?
But of course, Mo Han wouldn’t say that. He smiled and pinched his wife’s face, "Exactly. I helped him out of a big trouble; how would he dare charge ?"
"How about this, I’ll take you to check out the office space tomorrow? If it’s all right, shall we establish your studio there?"
Luo Ning nodded, "Hmm, Mo Han, you are so good..."
After speaking, she planted a symbolic peck on Mo Han’s lips like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Just as she was about to pull away, a large hand suddenly embraced her entirely, and then a big mouth pressed down on hers once again...
It lasted a good two minutes before Luo Ning felt she was about to run out of breath.
Her face flushed, wanting to push the person in her arms away, but as soon as she slled his scent, her entire body went limp.
Click!
Just then, the room’s lights turned on, and Mo Xiaochen, dressed in pajamas, ca out of her room.
She rubbed her groggy eyes and upon seeing her parents hugging each other with mouths still joined, she quickly covered her eyes, "Chen Chen didn’t see anything, Mommy, Daddy, carry on..."
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