President Wife is Pretty and Cool

Jiajia's ear hurt. She had never been treated like this.

"Auntie, let go of me, my ear hurts too much."

"What did you call me? Auntie? Am I that old? You brat!"

Lan Yaxin was already annoyed. Without her child and after being suppressed by Lan Anran everyday, she felt like she had aged a lot and didn't like being called that.

"Wuwuwu! I don't dare, it hurts too much, let go of me!" Jiajia cried in pain.

"You only know how to cry. Crying is useless, and you're just like your father."

Lan Yaxin was tired of hearing the child cry, so she pushed her aside and went upstairs.

Before leaving, she kicked Jiajia's doll in disgust.

"Why are you bringing such dirty things in here? Throw it away."

Jiajia quickly picked up the doll and hugged it protectively. It was the only thing her mother had left for her.

At night…

Mo Shengli secretly knocked on Lan Yaxin's door while there was no one around.

Lan Yaxin was woken up from her sleep and walked down to open the door impatiently.

The moment she opened the door, Mo Shengli walked in.

"Where is my daughter? Where is she?"

Lan Yaxin opened her sleepy eyes.

"Mo Shengli?"

"Dad, I'm here."

Jiajia was asleep on the sofa and woke up immediately when she heard her father's voice.

Mo Shengli looked at his daughter lying on the sofa and immediately picked her up.

"Good daughter, were you good today? Did you eat?"

The moment he finished asking, Jiajia's stomach growled.

Mo Shengli looked at Lan Yaxin.

"Didn't you feed my daughter?"

Lan Yaxin glanced at the little girl in front of her disdainfully and found an excuse.

"Your daughter is too picky. She didn't eat anything I gave her and now she's here to complain to you. My place isn't for beggars. Since you've found your daughter, hurry and leave my house. I don't raise idle people."

"You didn't give me anything to eat and you ordered me to work. She even hit me. Dad, can you take me away? I don't want to stay here."

Jiajia cried and begged. Mo Shengli's heart melted. He couldn't bear to hit his daughter, but he didn't expect someone else to hit her.

"You dare to hit my daughter?"

Mo Shengli looked at Lan Yaxin fiercely. Before she could react, a slap landed on her face.

"No one can bully my daughter."

Lan Yaxin covered her face in disbelief.

"Then take your precious daughter and get out of my house. You are already a fugitive, and you want your daughter to become a fugitive too? Have you thought about the hardships she will suffer if she follows you?

"Since you don't want her to stay here, I won't force you. Go as far as you can. I don't want to keep you either."

Jiajia made a face at her.

"I'm leaving, Dad. I don't want to stay here. Take me with you, I don't want to stay with this old witch."

"Who are you calling an old witch? You brat, you were so obedient in front of me before. Now you only know how to complain in front of your father."

Lan Yaxin wanted to fight, but was stopped by Mo Shengli.

"If you dare to lay a finger on my daughter, I'll chop you up."

Mo Shengli's threat was very useful to Lan Yaxin. She had no one to rely on here. On the surface, Tan Shilin flattered her, but he didn't care about her.

"Dad, take me with you."

The moment Jiajia finished speaking, the people outside rushed in.

"Mo Shengli, you can't run anymore. Come with me obediently and you and your daughter can live. If you resist, your daughter will be the one suffering. Even if you don't care for yourself, you have to think for your daughter."

Mo San rushed in with his men and stood in front of him.

He could have shot him, but his daughter was in front of him and he had sworn not to let her see him kill anyone.

He silently took the gun in his hand and put it to the side.

"Dad!"

Jiajia looked up at her father.

Mo Shengli looked down at his daughter in his arms. He couldn't bear to use his gun in front of her.

"Mo Shengli, what are you waiting for? If you don't make a move now, you're going to be arrested. How are you going to keep your promise to Tan Shilin?"

Lan Yaxin bewitched him. If he was caught, Mo Jinrong wouldn't be able to die.

"I won't do anything in front of my daughter." Mo Shengli spoke calmly.

"Useless thing!"

Lan Yaxin couldn't wait and wanted to take the gun from his hand, but Mo Shengli snatched it away and the gun went off.

Jiajia fell to the ground.

The bullet passed between her shoulder blades.

"Jiajia! Dad didn't mean it, wake up, please be alright."

Blood gushed out from under her.

"Dad, don't kill people, I'm scared."

She fainted after speaking.

When Mo San saw this, he hurriedly grabbed Mo Shengli!

Jiajia was sent to the hospital.

After Mo Shengli was caught, he was handed over to the police. He didn't resist, but he was still concerned about his daughter's condition.

"You must treat my daughter well. She is already very pitiful and has heart disease. She is my only daughter, please save her."

After Mo Shengli was taken into the police car, he was still concerned about his daughter's condition.

Ever since Lan Yaxin shot Jiajia, she had been uneasy.

If Jiajia died, she would definitely be arrested for murder and she would never be able to take revenge on Lan Anran again. Even if she had to go to jail, she hoped that it would be because she killed Lan Anran.

Soon, the news of Mo Shengli's capture spread throughout Rong City.

Mo Jinrong rushed to the police station immediately, but unfortunately, he couldn't meet him.

"Jinrong, because of Jiajia's heart disease, the surgery was a little difficult and her heart needs to be replaced sooner rather than later. The cardiac stent that was previously put in has been completely shattered after the gunshot wound and she has lost a lot of blood, so she needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible.

"I know you have type A blood, so I was wondering if you could help her."

Lan Anran had just heard about Jiajia's condition from the hospital. And she just pitied the child.

"I know, I will help her. It's my fault for involving her in this matter."

When Mo Jinrong heard the news, he immediately went to the hospital.

She didn't have a father or a mother. As Mo Shengli's nephew, he should help his daughter.

There was a spare grafted heart in the hospital that was originally prepared for a heart disease patient. Coincidentally, the patient passed away today, so the heart was given to Jiajia.

After waiting in the hospital for three hours, the surgery was finally successful.

Lan Anran was very glad that the surgery was successful. She thanked the heavens secretly. Perhaps the heavens pitied this child and wanted to give her another chance.

When Jiajia was pushed out of the operating theater, Mo Jinrong had just drawn his blood and was watching her with a pale face. He smiled with relief.

"Mo Shengli will only be able to see her in two weeks. Why don't you give the child to Grandma?"

Lan Anran didn't think Old Mrs. Mo was such a heartless person.

"She is indeed similar to Ying'er, but she is luckier than Ying'er."

Mo Jinrong spoke softly.