"Look for another apartnt? No need, no need!"
Knowing what Mo Han was about to say, Ming Cuilian smiled and said, "Han’er, I know you’re filial and want to live more comfortably, but Chen Chen just started kindergarten, and there will be many expenses in the future. Don’t waste your money on this old lady."
"I’m quite comfortable living here, and the neighbors, Sister Wang and Uncle Li, are all very nice."
"If I move away now, I’d really not be used to it for a while."
"Besides, it’s cheap here! Including utilities, it’s only 200 yuan a month, where else can you find such a cheap place?"
"Listen to , don’t think about moving to another place."
"If you have ti, go out and look for a job. It’s not easy for Ning’er to support the family by herself..."
Ever since the bankruptcy and that sudden car accident a year ago, Mo Han hadn’t recovered and hadn’t gone out looking for work again.
All the household expenses were supported by Luo Ning, who worked during the day and set up a street stall at night.
Ming Cuilian understood too well the bitterness of a woman carrying the weight of the whole family, so she also reminded Mo Han on the side, urging him to cheer up and help Luo Ning share the burden.
Mo Han nodded vigorously, "Godmother, rest assured, I won’t let Ning’er and Chen Chen suffer anymore!"
Ming Cuilian extended her arms and hugged her son, only letting go after several seconds. She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and said with a smile, "Alright, I’m off to catch the bus. I need to go back to the village to repay the money to the villagers."
After the incident with Huang Mao stealing money, Ming Cuilian dared not keep the money on her anymore, so she decided to pay it back.
"Mom, I’ll take you..."
"No need, can your electric bike take to the village? Alright, go back ho."
Ming Cuilian waved her hand, carefully hid the thirty thousand yuan she had collected, locked the door with a clatter, and hurried out.
Watching godmother’s retreating figure, Mo Han sighed deeply.
Godmother’s character was still so independent; as long as she could manage, she would never trouble anyone, even if it ant troubling her godson...
As he was thinking, his phone rang.
The call had just connected when Tang Chuchu’s quirky voice ca through, "Mo Han, where are you?"
"I’m in North City, what’s up?"
"Grandfather woke up, he wants to see you. Send your location, and I’ll send a driver to pick you up right now."
Without waiting for Mo Han to agree, she hung up.
Mo Han shook his head, smiling bitterly. He had promised Luo Ning to look for work later and to buy gifts for Old Lady Luo in the afternoon.
"Oh well, a quick visit won’t take too long," he murmured to himself and sent his location.
Twenty minutes later, a stretch Rolls Royce Phantom with five consecutive nines on its license plate picked up Mo Han.
The neighbors who saw such a top luxury car suddenly appear on the road all pointed and comnted, full of envy.
"Eh, that person in the back seat looks familiar," one neighbor remarked.
The old grandfather who had spoken up for Ming Cuilian that morning stared at the blurry figure in the window, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seed.
"It looks like Cuilian’s son Mo Han, yes, it’s Mo Han!"
...
Contrary to expectations, the Rolls Royce with the prestigious license plate didn’t head to Renkang Hospital, but instead drove into the famous affluent Autumn Water Bay area.
Mo Han only found out from the driver that Miss Tang was worried about Grandfather being disturbed in the hospital, so she had the old master brought back to the Tang Family Villa.
The Tang Family Villa, located in Autumn Water Bay in the suburbs of Jiangling City, covers more than three hundred acres.
Compared to the bustling East City, this place was quieter and rarely disturbed.
As soon as Mo Han got out of the car, the servants and bodyguards standing on the edge of the red carpet all bowed in salutation.
Tang Family’s Miss Tang Chuchu was standing at the forefront, giving full respect to Mo Han.
"Welco, Mister Mo, to the Tang Family Villa!"
Mo Han, having never seen such a scene, was not intimidated and nodded slightly, speaking with neither arrogance nor subservience, "Miss Tang, you’re too courteous. How is Old Master Tang recovering?"
"Grandfather woke up last night and can now drink millet porridge," Tang Chuchu said with a slight smile, leading Mo Han into the hall.
The European-style great hall of over a thousand square ters displayed calligraphy, porcelain, jade, and various antiques on both sides – one would think they had entered a provincial museum.
"Mister Mo, you’ve co as well?"
Just as Mo Han was admiring them one by one, a surprised voice called out from the entrance hall.
Next, he saw a beautiful woman dressed in a red dress walk out, with an elder with youthful face and white hair beside her.
These two people were Wen Biyu and Old Master Wen.
"Miss Wen, Old Master Wen, we et again." Mo Han stepped forward, smiled, and said, "How’s Miss Shan Shan?"
At the ntion of Shan Shan, Wen Biyu’s face imdiately lit up with a smile, "Thanks to Mister Mo’s miraculous hands, Shan Shan is much better now. Director Lin said that she just needs to rest."
Old Master Wen stroked his white beard, laughing happily, "Young Mister Mo, are you also here to visit Old Tang?"
Before Mo Han could answer, Tang Chuchu interjected, "Grandpa Wen, it was Grandfather who asked to invite Mister Mo over."
"What?" Old Master Wen was both surprised and delighted, "Old Tang woke up?"
"Yes!" Tang Chuchu nodded, "Grandfather woke up yesterday and even had so millet porridge this morning."
"He heard it was Mister Mo who saved him, so he asked to bring Mister Mo over..."
"That’s only right! That’s only right!" Old Master Wen smiled, eagerly saying, "Girl, what are you waiting for, let’s go!"
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