Chapter 289 - Jealous
President Wife is Pretty and Cool
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When Qin Xue heard Mo Jinrongâs words, she thought that there was a chance. She heard that Mo Jinrong didnât like women and secretly married one. However, his wife probably wasnât very good and definitely wasnât good enough. He didnât even bring her out to the banquet.
He, Mo Jinrong, had lost five more wives and must be extremely thirsty. Since he happened to meet such a beautiful lady, he definitely wouldnât be able to endure it. Unexpectedly, she was right.
Qin Xue was overjoyed. She was just about to burrow into Mo Jinrongâs arms when Mo Jinrong took out his phone and smiled.
âMiss Qin, are you willing to take a photo with me and share it on Moments?â
Mo San and Qin Xue were both stunned. Mo Jinrong was taking the initiative to take a photo?
âYeah.â
Qin Xue nodded happily. Mo Jinrong was the number one figure in Rong City and she hadnât seen him take a photo with any woman. She was probably the first in Rong City!
Mo Jinrong casually took a photo and posted it on his WeChat Moments. Thereafter, he became extremely cold.
âAlright, you can leave!â
âDid you hear that, third wheel? Arenât you going to leave? Youâre disrupting my fun with President Mo.â
Qin Xue smiled and hugged Mo Jinrongâs neck.
Mo San was taken aback and was about to turn and leave, when Mo Jinrong spoke again.
âItâs you!â
Qin Xue couldnât react for a long time. They had just taken a photo, so why was he suddenly angry?
âBoss Moâ¦â
âScram!â
Mo Jinrong pushed her aside.
Qin Xue was a little confused. They were taking such an intimate photo just now, how did he become hostile so quickly?
âMo Jinrong, donât be ignorant, I am Qin Haoâs daughter!â
Qin Xue threatened.
âWhat does that have to do with me? Mo San, see her out!â
Mo Jinrong was extremely impatient, unwilling to take another glance.
âMiss Qin, pleaseâ¦â
Mo San politely invited her out.
Qin Xue was furious as she walked out in her high heels.
âMo Jinrong, you will regret this!â
âMo San, post this photo online!â
Mo Jinrong uploaded the photos onto Mo Sanâs phone. He posted them online on Mo Sanâs phone because there werenât many people on his phone, only Mo San, Old Mrs. Mo, and Lan Anran.
âYoung Master, will Miss Lanâ¦â
âI want her to see it. I, Mo Jinrong, will have other women too. If she can take photos with other men, why canât I take photos with other women?â
Mo Jinrong was extremely jealous, behaving like a childish child.
âYoung Master, you must reconsider, what ifâ¦â
âThereâs no âwhat ifâ, get out!â
Mo Jinrong was frustrated. Lan Anran had teased him several times and he wanted revenge.
âYoung Master, my phoneâ¦â
âScram!â
Mo Jinrong didnât want to say anything more and Mo San didnât dare to ask further, so he left.
â¦.
Mo San posted the photos online, causing a stir.
The web server accidentally exploded and there was no response for a long time.
Many netizens sighed that even the richest man couldnât resist the temptation of youth.
Instantly, there were over a million discussion threads.
âDoesnât he have a wife? Why is he behaving so intimately with another woman?â
âIt seems like he doesnât like his wife very much either. Men are all pigs!â
The popularity of the photo caused some people online to suspect that it wasnât Mo Jinrong. Legend has it that Mo Jinrong was old and ugly, and many people claimed to have seen him with their own eyes. They started to suspect that the man in the photo was an impostor.
Mo Jinrong felt that his health was getting better. In the past, he had hidden himself because of his illness, but now that he has mostly recovered, no one can threaten him anymore. He thought it was time to reveal his identity.
Hence, clarifying his identity and reasons for hiding his identity online was even more explosive than the photo.
Many people had forgotten about the photos and were more concerned about his identity.
âSo this is the real Mo Jinrong, he canât even be described as handsome!â
âHe is too handsome, he is also the head of the Mo Family Group. He is simply a representative of the rich and handsome.â
Many people were amazed at Mo Jinrongâs good looks, but they also had designs on him. Most of them are women.
Lan Anran was hard at work in her room, and when she saw the top search post, she was stunned.
Mo Jinrong wasnât such a person, so why?
She was instantly dumbfounded and suddenly remembered that Mo Jinrong and Mo San werenât blocked on her WeChat Moments yesterday!
Itâs over! Itâs over!
Lan Anran couldnât stop thinking about it, it was because of this that Mo Jinrong became like this.
She calmed down and looked at the woman carefully, as though she had seen her before.
She went online to find information about the woman in the photo and was shocked.
She was Qin Tianâs sister, the daughter of Qin Hao, the second-largest company in the world. No wonder she looked familiar.
Great!
Did Mo Jinrong need to be so intimate with her when heâs taking a photo?
Lan Anran was a little angry. She was taking a picture with her subordinate. Mo Jinrong, youâre dead!
She was prepared to teach Mo Jinrong a lesson!
She hacked into Mo Jinrongâs companyâs network and sent him a bunch of articles he couldnât understand. It was a cryptic note.
She then stole 5billion from Mo Jinrongâs company.
âYour companyâs security system is rubbish. I have already helped you modify the procedures, donât thank me! This is the price for angering me, Mo Jinrong! If you donât come over and apologize to me personally, you will never be able to solve it!â
Lan Anran shut her computer after sending the message and went to sleep. But Mo Jinrong was panicking!
âWhat happened?â
Mo Jinrong realized that the computer screen was black and couldnât be opened.
âYoung Sir, Young Madam hacked the company, stole 5 billion yuan, and⦠andâ¦â
Mo San stopped midway and lowered his head in silence.
âWhat else?â
Mo Jinrong was anxious. He was about to contact his overseas partner, so how could he not have a computer?
âShe also changed the companyâs password and firewall, implanting a super virus that only Miss Lan can solve!â