In Yang ifeng’s eyes, if her daughter continued to be with Mo Han, she would never have the chance to beco a wealthy woman in her lifeti.
Ning’er is so young and pretty, not inferior to the big stars on TV.
Now, she only has one child, Mo Xiaochen, and there is a complete chance for her to remarry.
But if she were to be intimate with Mo Han again and ended up having another child, it would be difficult to consider remarriage in the future.
Thinking this, Yang ifeng’s expression darkened, and she said in an unhappy tone, "Ning’er! How many tis has Mom told you to keep your distance from Mo Han? Why won’t you listen?"
"Mom, you’ve got it wrong, Mo Han and I didn’t do anything just now," Luo Ning said with a blush and in a low voice, "Besides, he is my husband, so it’s normal for us to show affection."
"How do I even talk to you!"
Yang ifeng poked her daughter’s forehead with her finger and said in an exasperated tone, "Ning’er! Mom has been through more in life, I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice!"
"Don’t just look at how things are okay between you and Mo Han right now, but if you run into financial trouble in the future, it’s going to be a big ss!"
"Like last year, when his business failed and Chen Chen fell sick, what was your relationship like then?"
The ntion of this instantly reminded Luo Ning of last year’s hardships.
Mo Han’s business failed, and overnight, he went from being a multimillionaire boss to a penniless beggar, with his house and villa both taken away.
She went from being the envied CEO’s wife among her classmates to a destitute wife.
To support the family, she worked diligently in the office by day and ran a street stall in night markets by evening.
Later, when her daughter was diagnosed with leukemia, it was yet another blow to the already struggling family.
During that ti, Mo Han even tried to scam money for his daughter’s treatnt by faking accidents, but was exposed and even detained, having to pay fifty thousand yuan for his release.
Also at that ti, Luo Ning felt utterly hopeless about their ho and for the first ti brought up the idea of divorce to Mo Han.
Thankfully, things eventually turned around, and all the bad luck was driven away.
Their daughter Mo Xiaochen was rediagnosed by Director Lin of Renkang Hospital and confird to have been misdiagnosed, she was then treated and cured for free.
Luckily, she managed to get the project for East City Comrcial Street from Shengtian Group.
Mo Han also learned Feng Shui and helped a significant figure resolve a problem, even securing a ten-year residence right for a property worth 1.7 billion.
Recalling the past, Luo Ning chuckled lightly and replied, "Mom, I know you want what’s best for , but I believe in Mo Han and in myself, as long as we work hard together, even if we can’t beco very rich, we can at least live a comfortable life."
"Comfortable? A hundred yuan worth of clothes are clothes, and so are ten thousand yuan clothes. Ning’er, is that all the ambition you have?"
Yang ifeng shook her head repeatedly when she heard this and continued to persuade, "Ning’er, with your looks, you can totally find a better husband."
"Don’t you want to beco a wealthy lady one day, wearing designer clothes, carrying designer bags?"
"Don’t you want a luxury car and driver to pick you up when you go out? Don’t you want to travel around the world and live those intoxicatingly luxurious days?"
It was less of the daughter’s dream than Yang ifeng’s own dream.
She dread of living the life of a socialite from the movies, replete with opulence and glamour.
Regrettably, she spent her life in the shadows of Old Lady Luo and her sister-in-law Chen Guihua, never daring to propose divorce.
Now that she was older and had lost her youthful appeal, no one was interested.
Her only hope now lay with her daughter Luo Ning finding a wealthy man, preferably a successor from a noble family.
Initially, she was short-sighted, marrying her daughter to Mo Han because he was young and already worth millions, and he gave a lavish dowry of two million yuan.
But who would have thought, in just a few years, she hadn’t really enjoyed the good life, and Mo Han had beco penniless...
At that thought, she shook her wrist with regret, sighing at what might have been.
"No, I don’t want that!"
Luo Ning raised her head, her gaze determined as she looked at Mo Han, who pretended to sleep next to her daughter in the room, "Rather than being a rich and influential lady, I prefer our current life."
"I have a husband who loves , a child by my side, and a career I am passionate about."
"Mom, we don’t live our lives to compete with others. There are too many rich people in this world, we can’t compare with them all."
"Although Mo Han and I don’t have much, we can definitely provide you and Dad with a comfortable life."
"Would you please not interfere with Mo Han and ?"
"No!" Yang ifeng snapped, "You are my daughter..."
Bang Bang Bang!
Suddenly, there was a series of urgent knocks from the front door.
Yang ifeng was feeling agitated and had no one to lash out at, so she imdiately exploded when she heard the noise outside.
She turned around, walked over to the door, swearing as she went to open it, "Who is it! Lunatic! What is this knocking, keep it up and see if I won’t thrash you!"
Creak...
The door opened, and three middle-aged n in black suits stood at the doorway, with about a dozen more behind them.
Seeing this scene, Yang ifeng was taken aback for a mont, then swallowed nervously and stamred, "Who... who are you? Have you got the wrong door?"
"Sorry to disturb you."
The man standing at the center, who had a mole on the left side of his chin—if Old Lady Luo were there, she would have recognized him at a glance—was Gao Shou, the boss of Yintong Finance.
He smiled slightly, very politely asking, "Excuse , is this where Miss Luo Ning lives?"
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