President Wife is Pretty and Cool

"Lan Tingyi, stop lying to me. How do you have the money now? You're just trying to trick me into going to jail. Let me tell you, there's no way."

Old Wang was very shrewd. Ever since he was enlightened by Lan Anran last time, it was as if he had unlocked all his meridians.

"Don't you know that my daughter is with a rich second-generation heir? Let me tell you, I have plenty of money now."

Lan Tingyi casually took out a bank card and placed it on the table.

Previously, Tan Shilin had given him a bank card in order to placate him. He didn't know how much money was inside.

"There's 500,000 yuan on this bank card. If you help me with this, this 500,000 yuan will be yours. Don't worry, it's not a big deal. I just want you to teach that woman a lesson!"

Lan Tingyi casually said a number, wanting to fool Old Wang.

Old Wang looked at the bank card and was tempted. He wouldn't be able to earn 500,000 yuan in his lifetime.

He looked up at Lan Tingyi.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

His hand was already on the bank card, wanting to accept it, but Lan Tingyi beat him to it and put the card in his bag.

"You can only get the money after you complete the mission. I'll ask her out tomorrow and you can beat her up. This is sulfuric acid, splash it on that woman's face. Let's see how arrogant she can be after that."

Lan Tingyi placed a small bottle of sulfuric acid on the table.

Old Wang looked at the bottle of sulfuric acid with some questions in his heart.

"Brother, what did that woman do to you? It seems like you have a lot of hatred for her."

"She caused the death of my grandson. Don't you think she deserves to die? Actually, I am being merciful. Otherwise, she would have gone to see my grandson by now."

Old Wang was a little confused by his comments. Didn't he only have a daughter? When did he gain a grandson?

Could it be…

He was even more puzzled and asked, "When did you have a grandson? Why didn't I know?"

Lan Tingyi recalled Lan Anran's words in the ward and looked at Old Wang.

"I haven't asked you yet. Are you alright with my daughter? She got pregnant recently and the child is the rich second-generation's heir."

Old Wang was shocked.

Lan Yaxin was pregnant!

He calculated the days and thought that the baby might be his. He was furious.

He was almost 60 years old and didn't have a son. Now that he finally had one, he was killed. He couldn't let it go.

Old Wang picked up the wine beside him, poured a full cup, and drank it in one gulp.

"What do I have to do with your daughter? Don't worry, leave it to me."

His eyes turned fierce and he accepted the bottle of sulfuric acid.

Lan Anran!

Go to hell!

As Old Wang spoke, he packed up the rest of the food and sauntered out of the restaurant.

Skinny saw that the two of them had left and also left.

….

Old Mrs. Mo had been in the hospital for some time. Her illness was mostly cured because she saw that her grandson was still alive.

"Old Mrs. Mo, the doctor said that you can be discharged from the hospital in a few days and we can go home soon."

Nanny Wu walked over with some soup and rice.

"Nanny Wu, has there been news of Shengli recently?

Nanny Wu shook her head.

Ever since he disappeared from the airport, it was as though he had disappeared from the face of the earth. There was no news of him again.

"Mo Shengli seems to have disappeared. There hasn't been any news of him recently. Old Mrs. Mo, don't worry, it's his blessing whether it's good or bad. He deserves to be punished for what he did…"

Old Mrs. Mo sighed.

"Sigh! I can't imagine why he treated Ying'er like that. I remember that he treated Ying'er the best when she was young. Perhaps Ying'er didn't expect that she would die in the hands of her uncle. If she could live to this day, she would probably be like Jinrong, getting married and having children. She just didn't have a good life, just like me…"

Old Mrs. Mo looked at the rain outside emotionally.

"Old Mrs. Mo, don't say that. It's been so many years, Missy should have reincarnated long ago. I hope she can find a good family."

Nanny Wu smiled.

However, Mo Jinrong heard everything.

He walked in and looked at Old Mrs. Mo in shock.

"Grandma! Are you serious? He killed Ying'er? How is that possible? Didn't she die of a heart attack?"

Mo Jinrong couldn't accept it.

All these years, he had blamed Mo Ying's death on him and had been worried about it for more than ten years. In the end, it was all a misunderstanding.

"Jinrong, you're here? Hurry and sit, let me tell you slowly. Mo Shengli told me himself and he has admitted that Ying'er's death is related to him. Back then, he deliberately changed the medicine in the bottle, so even if you were present, you wouldn't have a chance to save Ying'er.

"It's been so many years and you've been suffering from a mental illness because of this. Back then, I thought Ying'er had a heart attack and passed away, so I wasn't too conflicted. Now that I think about it, Mo Shengli didn't shed a single tear."

After Old Mrs. Mo finished speaking, Mo Jinrong was stunned.

"Grandma! How could this be? Why did he kill Ying'er? Why?"

He couldn't understand how Mo Shengli could bear to kill his innocent and cute sister, who was still a child at that time.

"I heard from him that he wanted to kill you, but Ying'er found out about his plan. He might have killed her because he was afraid his plan would be exposed."

Old Mrs. Mo described the situation slowly.

Mo Jinrong felt his heart ache. Over the years, he had forced the burden of this mistake on himself. He had always thought it was his fault, but he didn't expect there to be another murderer.

"I'm going to find him, I'm going to avenge Ying'er."

Mo Jinrong was a little agitated.

Old Mrs. Mo hurriedly stopped him, afraid that something would happen to him.

"Jinrong, don't be rash. It's been so many years and we have to get over it. He is now a wanted criminal. Grandma has lost her last son. You are the only one left, I can't let anything happen to you again."

Old Mrs. Mo started to cry.

She felt like a failure.

She could have children, but she only had one grandson left, Mo Jinrong.

"Grandma! Don't worry, I will catch him."

Mo Jinrong grabbed her hand tightly and promised solemnly.

This time, it was for his sister and for him, who had taken the blame for Mo Shengli for so many years.

"Jinrong, you have to be careful. He has become extremely vicious. Grandma only has one grandson, you. You are the only hope of the Mo Family."

Old Mrs. Mo reminded him again.