Chapter 361 - The Last Time
President Wife is Pretty and Cool
Translator: Henyee TranslationsEditor: Henyee Translations
âLremember this was what you took last time, in the end I didnât get out of bed for two days after you left.â
Liu Xixi knew how powerful this thing was.
âItâs a pity that some people didnât use it. Lan Yaxin, that silly girl, my chess piece has completely crumbled,â Tan Shilin shook his head and said.
âThat fool! What did you expect her to do? I heard from some people in the entertainment circle that Lan Yaxin and Lan Anran are arch-enemies.
The older sister is beautiful and smart, while the younger sister is just a pretty face. You want her to seduce her brother-in-law? But what kind of person is Mo Jinrong? I donât know him personally, but I heard a lot. Iâm afraid she wonât even know how she died.â
Liu Xixi sneered.
âMy darling, youâre right, sheâs not as smart as you. Iâve introduced the resources to you, wonât you repay me?â
Tan Shilin covered their heads with the blanket as soon as he finished speaking. The two of them giggled under the blanket.
Melodious voices came from the room.
Ghost City.
Mo Jinrong drove to the black market alone.
As it was the last batch of goods, more people came today.
Fatty watched Mo Jinrong drive in with his own eyes. He brought a group of people and surrounded the door. Because Lan Anran didnât give him any orders, he didnât dare to act rashly.
Mo Jinrong stopped the car after it reached the destination.
There were many people in front of the car waiting for life-saving medicine.
A white-haired old person slowly walked towards Mo Jinrong with a walking stick.
âSir, [heard that your medicine is going to stop producing. Will you really stop selling in the future? My husband has been diagnosed with cancer for a long time. In the past, medicine didnât have any effect, but ever since he used your medicine, he doesnât hurt anymore. Although he is lying in bed and
canât move and is at the end of his life, I donât want him to continue to suffer. If you stop selling medicine, what will happen to my husband?â
The white-haired old lady started to cry.
Mo Jinrong didnât have a choice. Back then, he sold the medicine for his sister, but now, he had basically let the past go. Moreover, it was illegal and he couldnât keep doing it, or he would really end up in jail.
He thought for a moment before saying, âGrandma! Iâm sorry! This is the last medicine I have, I donât intend to make it again.â
Mo Jinrong was sympathetic.
âIf you donât do it, what about my husband? I canât watch him die in painâ¦â
The old lady threw down her walking stick and knelt on the ground. She wanted to ask Mo Jinrong to continue providing medicine, at least until her husband passed away peacefully.
Mo Jinrong helped the old lady up and comforted her.
âAlthough I wonât make it again, it doesnât mean that the medicine is gone. I have sent an application to the government. It will be listed soon and you will be able to buy it at the pharmacy.â
âWhen the old lady heard this, she shook her head with a pained expression.
âYou should know how expensive medicine is in a pharmacy. Ever since the old man fell ill, the two of us used up our retirement funds to treat him, but it wasnât enough. However, you saved us a lot of money. If we go to the hospital or a pharmacy to buy medicine, how can we afford it?
You donât know how expensive imported medicine is. We are poor people who were dragged down by my husbandâs disease. If you donât produce medicine, how are we going to survive? You are a good person, or else you wouldnât have produced the medicine. Since you have made it, why donât you go all
the way?
Of course we know that itâs illegal, but we really donât have a choice. Donât worry, we will keep our mouths shut and definitely wonât betray you. Can you continue?â
âMo Jinrong pursed his lips in silence.
He looked at the old lady. He couldnât bear to reject her, but at the same time, he couldnât agree to it.
âGrandma! Donât worry, I have submitted an application to the higher-ups. Although the price of this medicine canât be as cheap as it is now, it is definitely a price that you can afford. It definitely wonât be so expensive that you canât afford it.â
Mo Jinrong was helpless.
âAre you serious? Thatâs great, thank you so much.â
âThe old lady was excited. She turned around and packed more than twenty boxes, worried that she wouldnât be able to get such cheap medicine again.
Mo Jinrong looked in the direction the old lady left in, his heart conflicted.
He actually didnât come up with a definite price. He would have to discuss this with the other companies and in the end, they would have to report it. It is still a problem whether it could even be approved. The reason he said this was to appease the old lady.
Soon, the distribution of the medicine was complete. In order to ensure that everyone could buy the medicine, a limit was set. Each person could only buy up to twenty boxes. But it wasnât enough. Many people crowded around Mo Jinrongâs car, wanting more medicine.
But Mo Jinrong didnât say anything more. He informed the family members of the patients about the medicine going public and they left in silence.
Seeing that Mo Jinrong had left the Ghost City and Fatty still hadnât received news of Lan Anran, he called her.
âBoss, Mo Jinrong has distributed the medicine and will be leaving soon.â
Lan Anran was still in the hospital changing Lan Tingyunâs drip when she received Fattyâs message. She sent it out unhurriedly.
âTake a photo for me and leave the rest to me. Go back and sleep.â
âWhen Mo Jinrong returned home, it was already 4:00 a.m or 5:00 a.m. Lan Yaxin didnât appear at his door, so he figured she must have given up before going to bed in peace.
Due to the medicine, Mo San slept until dawn. He couldnât remember anything that happened yesterday, he just had a splitting headache.
âYoung Master, did I sleepwalk out to do something yesterday? Why does my head hurt so much?â
Mo San held his head and realized that he was drenched. He remembered being attacked after entering the room yesterday but had no recollection of it.
Mo Jinrong glanced at him indifferently as he drank his porridge.
âYou donât remember what happened yesterday?â
Mo San nodded, his mind blank.
âDid you eat anything when you entered the room last night?â Mo Jinrong placed the porridge down and asked.
âNo, when I entered the room yesterday, I felt a cooling sensation on my lips. I licked it a few times but had no recollection of what happened afterwards. What exactly happened yesterday?â Mo San asked seriously.
âMo Jinrong didnât tell him what happened last night, since it would be better if he didnât know.
âItâs nothing. You knocked into something and fainted yesterday. Pack your things and follow me to work.â
Mo San looked at his drenched clothes and his splitting head, he thought that last nightâs incident wouldnât have died down so easily. He just didnât want to talk about it.
He was reminded of a past incident in the hotel and the way he looked at Mo Jinrong was different now.
âYoung Master, you didnât do anything to me last night, right?â Mo San asked weakly.