President Wife is Pretty and Cool

Chapter 518 - Bloody Case

Chapter 518: Bloody Case

Today, three of the biggest events in the business world had occurred and the reporters were busy scooping up the story.

Qin Tian stared at Lan Anran and Mo Jinrong.

He felt like it was all a dream.

His life had changed drastically because of these two people, this summer.

“I should call you Boss Qin now; the contract about the Mo Corporation doesn’t count because of our return. If you want a lawsuit, contact my lawyer,” Mo Jinrong said.

“Boss Mo, what exactly happened? Can you explain it to us?”

The reporters surrounded Mo Jinrong and placed microphones by his mouth, looking forward to a satisfactory and shocking answer.

“You’ll have to ask my uncle about the details. After all, he was the one who planned this. Of course, my uncle probably won’t say anything, so to hear the details you will have to wait for the police’s report.”

The moment Mo Jinrong finished speaking, the police sirens blared.

“You called the police?”

Mo Shengli was a little surprised.

He was just about to break through the reporters when the police caught up.

He had never been to jail abroad, was he going to be screwed domestically?

Suddenly!

A lackey rushed up and shouted, “Boss, run! Don’t wait for me!”

The lackey fired a few shots into the sky.

The loud gunshots scattered everyone.

Mo Shengli took this opportunity to disappear into the crowd.

The scene was chaotic. Mo Jinrong protected Lan Anran tightly and didn’t chase after Mo Shengli.

The police were pushed out of the airport by the chaotic crowd and Mo Shengli could no longer be seen.

The reporters took the opportunity to take photos of the scene.

The police took out their guns and faced the hooligans.

Suddenly…

The hooligan shot himself in the head and blood splattered onto Lan Anran’s white dress.

Many people watched as the hooligan died in front of them and everyone looked at each other with wide eyes.

The panicked crowd became even more chaotic.

When the police saw this, they hurriedly carried the body away and evacuated the crowd.

Although Lan Anran had seen many things, this was the first time she had seen such a horrifying scene.

All she could see now was that person, with his brains spilling out and blood flowing non-stop. He was lying on the ground, glaring at her.

Mo Jinrong covered her eyes tightly.

But Lan Anran was still frightened and couldn’t recover for a long time.

“Anran, listen to me, nothing happened. What you saw just now was all fake!”

Mo Jinrong touched her cheek and told her seriously.

“Fake? It’s all fake!” Lan Anran told herself in shock.

Mo Jinrong looked at the chaotic crowd and thought that this place wasn’t safe, so he decided to take her away.

But those annoying reporters still didn’t let go of every piece of news.

“Mr. Mo, Mo Shengli is your uncle. He escaped. Do you know where he went?”

Mo Jinrong carried his wife and stared at the reporters angrily.

“I don’t know, but I know that my wife has been seriously frightened and needs to rest. Please get lost!”

His expression was horrifying and several reporters retreated in fear.

Under the gaze of Mo Jinrong and the others, they walked out of the panicked crowd and carried Lan Anran home.

When they arrived home, Nanny Wu, who was making soup for Old Mrs. Mo, was shocked.

“Young Master! Are you really alright? That’s great! You’re back, hurry and visit Old Mrs. Mo.”

Nanny Wu was both surprised and delighted, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Mo Jinrong carried Lan Anran upstairs and placed her on the bed.

He covered her with the blanket carefully.

Nanny Wu served her a bowl of chicken soup.

“Young Master, what’s wrong with Young Madam? I made some chicken soup for Old Mrs. Mo. Let Young Madam have some.”

Nanny Wu was shocked to see the large amount of blood on Lan Anran and Mo Jinrong.

“What’s wrong? Are you injured?”

Mo Jinrong shook his head and asked, “We’re both alright. In the past few months when we weren’t around, what did Mo Shengli do to Grandma?”

“Young Master, you don’t know…”

Nanny Wu was just about to say something when Liu Fang walked in with her son. Mo Jinrong was a little surprised when he saw her.

They originally wanted their son to inherit the position, thinking that since Mo Shengli was no longer around, the Mo Corporation would be theirs. But now, it seemed that it wasn’t that simple.

“Jinrong, it’s great that you’re still alive. I thought Old Mrs. Mo was hopeless, but she must be very happy to see you.”

Liu Fang didn’t know how to speak, so she shut up when her son poked her.

“Look at what I said, I don’t know how to speak either. But since you’re back, are my son and I going to have to move out again?”

Liu Fang probed.

She thought that she would be able to climb up the social ladder and marry into a rich family, leading a carefree life from then on, but now, it seemed like it was all a fragile bubble.

Mo Jinrong glanced at Mo Yuze. He was a smart child, knew how to read people and was very scheming, very similar to Mo Changwen.

“There’s no need for you to move out. I know that Grandma has acknowledged your identity to the public. If we let you move out now, everyone will definitely say that we are ungrateful. Since the public knows about you, you will have to live with the Mo Family’s identity.

“However, you must act like relatives of the Mo Family. That way I will give you your rightful living expenses and you must uphold the Mo Family’s reputation. You can’t do anything to tarnish the Mo Family’s reputation. Otherwise, you will no longer be a member of the Mo Family.”

Liu Fang looked at her son, overjoyed.

She was satisfied that her son could lead a life that was ten times better than ordinary people, even if he wasn’t a president.

“Good, good, thank you Jinrong!”

She grabbed her luggage and prepared to move back in.

On the bed, Lan Anran was still recalling the incident and trembling.

She had died once and had never found death so terrifying.

“Anran, don’t be afraid, I’m here…”

Mo Jinrong hugged Lan Anran.

Lan Anran held his hand and fell asleep.

Not before long, there was a loud knock on the door.

Mo Jinrong gently let go of her hand and went downstairs to see who was there.

Qiu Cha rushed in like a lunatic when she saw the news.

She pulled Mo Jinrong and cried agitatedly.

“Anran, are you still alive? Are you still alive?”

She had just seen the news on her phone and thought she was hallucinating, but later, she realized that it was real.

Lan Anran really wasn’t dead.

“Qiu Cha, Anran just witnessed a suicide and is resting upstairs. She was frightened, so don’t disturb her.”

Mo Jinrong reminded her.

“I’ll just look at her from afar.”

Qiu Cha was in a bad state of mind and her eyes were swollen. She seemed to have cried for many days.