President Wife is Pretty and Cool

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Mo Jinrong never showed his appearance to the public and didn't care about rumors about him.

Others couldn't recognize him, but she had imprinted his appearance in her heart.

Lan Anran glanced at him sideways, noticing that he was still so cold and unpredictable.

In her past life, he had loved her deeply, but didn't reveal anything.

Mo Jinrong had a disease that everyone knew about – whenever he touched a woman, he would have angina and experience life threatening pain.

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In her past life, Mo Jinrong never touched her, even after they got married.

But in order to save her, he ignored the pain in his body and ended up sacrificing his life.

Mo Jinrong walked past her without a single glance.

Lan Anran turned and walked towards the ward.

Mrs. Lan's gentle cry of joy came from the ward as she saw her family.

On the hospital bed, Mrs. Lan's face was pale, but she had a smile. She grabbed Lan Tingyun's hand and spoke excitedly. "Tingyun, why isn't Anran here yet?"

"She'll be here in a while, don't worry. Anran is a big girl now, she's tall and slim."

Lan Tingyun stretched out his hand and gestured to Lan Anran's height with a smile.

Lan Anran looked at her mother and couldn't help tearing up. Her mother loved her so much. Thinking about the horrible things she did in her past life, she wanted to slap herself.

She wiped her tears and opened the door gently.

The people in the ward heard the noise and looked towards the door.

"Sis…"

Lan Yanran was the first to see Lan Anran, his eyes rolled over and he shouted out.

When Mrs. Lan saw Anran, tears overflowed from her eyes.

"Anran, you're here…."

"Mom, I'm here to see you."

Lan Anran walked to the hospital bed slowly and grabbed onto her mother's hand as she spoke.

"It's good that you're here, good that you're here."

Mrs. Lan wiped her tears and took a good look at her daughter.

She hadn't seen her in 20 years. Her daughter was indeed slim and beautiful, she was a beauty.

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"Mom, don't cry. What kind of illness do you have, have you gotten better?"

Lan Anran wiped her mother's tears tenderly and looked at her with concern.

"I felt better as soon as you arrived. This is an old ailment. I'm old and will get better with some care."

Mrs. Lan spoke extremely gently as her voice was soft because of her illness.

The more she looked at Anran, the fonder she grew of her. Probably because Anran was sent away at a young age, even though they were close, there seemed to be something lacking.

Mrs. Lan's gaze suddenly dimmed. She thought for a moment before speaking.

"Anran, don't blame Mom and Dad, we…"

Before Mrs Lan finished speaking, Lan Anran interrupted her. "Mum, Dad, I don't blame you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have survived till this day. You should recuperate well now and leave the hospital in good health."

When Mrs. Lan heard her daughter's words, the smile on her face brightened and a warmth filled her heart. It was rare for a daughter to be so sensible.Their relationship instantly became closer.

Lan Yanran, who was by the side, suddenly mentioned the medical exam, "You are both enjoying yourselves, but I'm miserable. Mom, Dad, the exams are about to start and I'm definitely going to fail again. Can I transfer to another school? Rong City Medical Research Institute is too difficult, I won't be able to get in…"

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"No, don't forget that we are a medical family and you are the only boy in the family. You can't embarrass your mom and dad. Study well and get into the Rong City Medical Research Institute, so that we can be proud," Lan Tingyun said helplessly.

The Lan Family had been doctors for generations and both Lan Tingyun and Mrs. Lan were well-known doctors in the country. Lan Tingyun also had a private Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital. In the future, it would definitely be inherited by Lan Yanran. How could he not study medicine?

The Lan Family prioritized their reputation and this was related to the family's reputation.

Because of this, Old Mrs. Lan especially disliked Lan Tingyun. She felt that Lan Tingyun could not make a contribution to the Lan Family, giving birth to two useless children.

Lan Yanran was the Lan Family's only male offspring, but his aptitude was mediocre and he failed every exam. He couldn't bring honor to the Lan Family. Old Mrs. Lan thought he was mentally slow, making her especially unhappy.

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Lan Yanran pouted in dissatisfaction. He sat aside with his head hung low and whispered, "I bring the class down every exam and they will mock me for being useless…"

Sis?

Lan Yanran suddenly glanced at Lan Anran. His sister was back and she was also a member of the Lan Family. If all the children of the Lan Family had to be doctors, does that mean that she…

Were they so insane?

Lan Yanran looked at his sister with wide eyes.

"Sis, are you going too?" Lan Yanran asked with his young voice, his eyes wide open.

Mrs. Lan looked up at the girl who had a slight smile on her face.

Lan Anran's big watery eyes were full of smiles.

Mrs. Lan thought that since Lan Anran had been living in the countryside all these years, she wouldn't know Traditional Chinese Medicine. It would be too difficult for her to enter Rong City Medical Research Institute now. She was better off as an ordinary person.

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Mrs. Lan said in a deep voice, "Anran, you don't need to. Mom's only wish is for you to grow up happily."

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Mrs. Lan said the same thing in her past life. But back then, Lan Anran thought that she was afraid that she would surpass Lan Yanran, so she wanted her to be useless.

But now that she thought about it, her mother was indeed thinking for her sake. She just came back and might not be used to city life, so how could she shoulder the Lan Family's responsibility?

However, Lan Anran had made up her mind. As long as she was around, she would definitely do everything she could.

"Mom, you're the best."

As Lan Anran said that, she suddenly laid on her mother's thigh. Mrs.. Lan was taken aback, but she smiled and stroked Lan Anran's hair.