Chapter 377 - Hes Back
President Wife is Pretty and Cool
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Her father had told her about it long ago and she wanted them to have a taste of being lied to.
âI hope you wonât lie to me. If I find out that you lied to me, Iâll kill you.â
Lan Yaxin warned.
She knew it was risky to cooperate with someone she wasnât familiar with. But she was anxious to win, so she could only take a gamble.
âYouâll know when the time comes. It will be at the Xiangyun Hotelâs private room, Room 301, in two days. You can be a waiter or whatever you want, itâs up to you.â
Qin Xue smiled and left.
Lan Yaxin could vaguely feel that her chance had come. She couldnât meet Mo Jinrong officially, so she had to think of a way to avoid his gaze.
â¦.
The Mo Family.
Mo San had already gotten someone to guard outside Old Mrs. Moâs house and monitor everything.
There was a banquet in the villa. Although she was warned that MO Shengli was dangerous, Old Mrs. MO still prepared a rich table of food, which was his favourite food when he was young.
She looked at the dishes in front of her and felt her heart ache. She hadnât eaten any of these since MO Shengli left.
The banquet was placed in front of the opera house. For MO Shengli, she deliberately lowered the stage, which became only one level higher than the dining table.
âOld Mrs. MO, Young Master is here.â
Nanny Wu spoke respectfully.
âIs Anran here yet?â
Old Mrs. MO was concerned.
âYoung Madam isnât here yet, sheâll probably be here soon. After all, her father is still in the hospital.â
Old Mrs. MO nodded at Nanny Wur s words.
âNanny Wu, what show should we prepare for Shengli? Itâs been so many years, I wonder if he will like the show.â
The moment Old Mrs. MO finished speaking, MO Jinrong walked over.
âGrandma! Why isnât Uncle here yet?â
It was already afternoon, but MO Jinrong hadnât seen him yet.
âI donât know, he didnât call me either. Is he not coming?â Old Mrs. MO asked anxiously, tightly holding onto MO Jinrongâs hand.
At this moment, the young housekeeper hurried in.
âOld Mrs. MO, Young Master, there is a strange person outside, he is wearing a hat and black clothes. He is standing at the door and hasnât come in even after a long
time.â
Old Mrs. MO wondered if it was MO Shengli. âHurry, invite him in!â she said agitatedly.
âMom! Iâm here.â
A voice sounded from behind the crowd. Old Mrs. MOâs pupils dilated and she stared at the crowd, at a loss.
The crowd started to disperse and out came a man in black and wearing a hat. He walked over with his head down and a crutch.
Old Mrs. MOâs vision blurred and she couldnât seem to see anyone.
âYou are?â
âMom, donât you remember me? I canât believe I disappeared for more than ten years. Youâve become older.â
The man gradually got closer to Old Mrs. MO and slowly raised his head. He stared at her with a pair of deep eyes, but his face was full of stories and was full of vicissitudes.
A rectangular face paired with a pair of thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and some wrinkles on his skin which were the marks of his years of life.
Old Mrs. MOâs eyes gradually blurred. She stretched out an old and wrinkled hand to touch MO Shengliâs face. Even though she hadnât seen him in years, she could recognize him at a glance.
âWhere have you been all these years? Why didnât you come back?â
Old Mrs. MO choked.
She eyed MO Shengli up and down. He seemed to have become cool-headed and his limp attracted her attention. âWhat happened to your leg?â
Old Mrs. MO asked with concern. His leg seemed to be seriously injured and she looked at the walking stick beside him. It was made of gold-wire Chinese cedar and had an eagleâs beak carved into it.
âItâs all in the past.â
MO Shengli brushed it off. He clearly didnât want to talk about what happened back then.
He turned to look at MO Jinrong, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
âYouâre already so big?â
He patted his shoulder symbolically, seemingly without much emotion.
MO Jinrong couldnât believe it when he saw his uncle standing in front of him. His past memories instantly flooded his mind.
His feelings for his uncle were mixed with suspicions.
âHurry and sit down. Look, these are your favorite dishes. Itâs been so many years and I still remember. Where have you been? Why havenât you come back? We thought you were dead. The tombstone has been erected for you for so many years.â
Old Mrs. MO couldnât wait any longer and took his hand to sit at the dining table.
MO Shengli smiled and didnât say anything.
âItâs been so many years, but you still remember. Itâs been hard on you.â
He smiled and looked at MO Jinrong.
âI heard that Jinrong has a wife. Why havenât I seen her today?â
MO Jinrong immediately became vigilant.
He was the one who called Lan Anran to steal the documents, but he pretended not to know.
âAnranâs father is sick and she is accompanying her father in the hospital. She might be coming over later...â
MO Jinrong spoke coldly.
âUncle! Can you tell me where you were all these years? Why are you only back now?â
MO Shengli was silent for a moment before he continued.
âItâs all in the past. The storm changed my life. After I was blown off the ship, I thought I was going to die, but unexpectedly, when I woke up, I had miraculously floated to an island and I didnât die.
But at some point, my leg hit a reef and the sharp reef severed the tendons in my leg, which is why my leg is like this.
Back then, the island didnât have any communication equipment or even electricity. It was a fishing village and the villagers saved me. I lived on the island
for a few years and even went out to sea to catch fish with them. It wasnât until the voyage was over that I came to the land.
To be honest, I had amnesia at that time and couldnât remember who I was or where my house was. Later, I met a foreigner and he asked me to go abroad with him. So I lived abroad for many years until a few months ago, I was in a car accident. In that car accident, I instantly remembered everything about who I am and that was why I came back to find you. I didnât expect Jinrong to have become a big child,â MO Shengli said.
He seemed nonchalant about the past.
MO Jinrong found a few flaws and was just about to ask a question, when Old Mrs. MO started to cry again.
âShengli, I thought you were dead all these years. We couldnât salvage your body back then. Itâs good that youâre back. Why donât you have a taste and see if itâs the same as the last time?â
Old Mrs. MO picked up a piece of beef and placed it in front of MO Shengli.
MO Shengli looked, but didnât move his chopsticks. He smiled.
âMom! I am tired of eating fish since I lived on the island. Iâm disgusted by fish now. The beef looks good, but my tastes have changed over the years. The storm left some aftereffects. I canât eat beef and mutton.â
Old Mrs. MO was a little disappointed, but she soon smiled..