Chapter 69 - Tracked
President Wife is Pretty and Cool
Xu Pei thought of this and turned to look at him.
âMo Changwen, youâre finally enlightened. Letâs do this. All men cheat, I donât believe Mo Jinrong is a gentleman.â
Xu Pei was in a good mood at the thought of this. It just so happened that an entertainment company under the Mo Family Group was hiring newbies, so it wouldnât be difficult to send over a few fair-skinned, beautiful little celebrities.
âThatâs true. I heard that Lan Anran is a jinx. Perhaps soon, the two of them will jinx each other and she will die.â
Mo Changwen tightened his grip slightly as he spoke and Xu Pei felt extremely comfortable.
It wasnât that he didnât have such an idea. If this plan didnât succeed, perhaps Lan Anranâs life would really be taken by the heavens.
âMo Changwen, you have to be careful. The inheritance of the Mo Family Corporation is important, but so is your life.â
Xu Pei beat around the bush to remind Mo Changwen. Over the years, she didnât care about what Mo Changwen did. Even if she knew what he had done, she pretended not to know. But if it involved a life-threatening problem, she couldnât just ignore it.
âGot it, Honey. You still care about me.â
Mo Changwen smiled and continued to massage her. His hand kept moving downwards and Xu Pei gradually fell into his arms.
âCome on, Honey!â
He carried Xu Pei, who was on the sofa, upstairs.
â¦.
The two of them slept until dawn. Perhaps it was because the floor was too hard, but Mo Jinrongâs waist hurt. The moment he woke up, he saw Lan Anran sleeping on the bed.
He didnât expect a girl who looked refined to have such a poor sleeping posture.
Mo Jinrong glanced sideways and walked out the door.
Old Mrs. Mo had prepared a sumptuous breakfast downstairs.
âGrandson, how was it last night?â
Old Mrs. Mo smiled.
Mo Jinrong buttoned the last button on his wrist and nudged his golden-framed glasses.
âPretty good.â
âWhy didnât you wake Anran up? Her breakfast is going to get cold,â Old Mrs. Mo chided.
Upstairs, Lan Anran was awakened by the morning sun. She rubbed her eyes and got up in a daze to freshen up before rushing downstairs.
There were many nannies waiting for Lan Anran in a row downstairs.
Lan Anran didnât panic at all when she saw this because she had led such a life every day in her past life. However, the nannies were extremely respectful towards her and didnât dare to go overboard.
The moment she sat down, Mo Jinrong stood up and said coldly, âIâm done eating, so Iâm going to the office!â
Old Mrs. Mo wasnât surprised to see her grandson like this, but she was a little dissatisfied with his attitude towards his wife.
âYou child, Anran just woke up. Why donât you wait until sheâs finished eating before leaving?â
Mo Jinrong didnât say a word, but sat down again. He recalled the kiss last night and felt embarrassed.
âItâs alright Grandma, Jinrong is very busy. Iâll go back by myself later,â Lan Anran said sensibly.
âWhat a sensible child. Anran, I donât know what you like to eat, but there are both Chinese and Western dishes here. Have a look and eat whatever youâd like.â
Old Mrs. Mo smiled.
âThank you, Grandma!â
Lan Anran ate in silence.
After the meal, Old Mrs. Mo reluctantly reminded her to visit her frequently. Lan Anran nodded and left.
âYoung Master Mo, Butler Mo looks more like a young master than you.â
Lan Anran smiled as she sat in the car.
Mo San didnât say anything. He was a young master after all, it wasnât an act.
âMiss Lan, weâre going to the company, you should get down here,â Mo Jinrong called out.
âAlright.â
Lan Anran looked out the window. The hospital was right in front, so she could visit her mother.
She got out of the car and watched Mo Jinrongâs car leave before turning to the hospital.
In the car, Mo San asked, âYoung Master, were you and Miss Lan alright yesterday?â
He vaguely remembered what they did in the washroom yesterday. Logically speaking, Young Master wasnât someone who couldnât control himself, but yesterday, he was shocked.
âDid you want something to happen to us?â Mo Jinrong asked without raising an eyelid.
âItâs nothing, I just think that Old Mrs. Mo likes Miss Lan a lot,â Mo San said.
âFocus on your work. Have you arranged the people I told you to?â Mo Jinrong asked.
âYes, someone followed Miss Lan the moment she was up. We have eyes all around them and the Lan Family wonât be able to escape our clutches.â
Mo San spoke confidently.
âLetâs go to the office,â Mo Jinron muttered.
On the way, Lan Anran had a nagging feeling that something was wrong, as though there were eyes staring at her. When she turned her head, there was nothing. She hadnât felt such a strange feeling in a long time.
She took out her phone in a panic and called Fatty.
âHey, Fatty, see if anyone is following me. Iâm around the hospital.â
When Fatty received the call, he started to look around Lan Anran, noticing that there were indeed people watching her.
âThere are, Boss, but these people donât seem to be doing much harm. They donât seem to have bad intentions.â
âI donât like these people staring at me. Find a way to chase them away.â
Lan Anran hated stalking. She had to keep her privacy secret.
âIâm afraid not. There are too many people here. If we make a big move, it will definitely raise suspicion.â
Fatty was stumped.
âYou may leave. As long as I move about normally, they will probably leave in a few days. Find a way to find out who they are serving,â Lan Anran said softly into the phone before hanging up and walking to the hospital.