C3 Ho Ruowen

The voice on the other end paused, then said, "It's all right. I just wanted to tell you not to forget you have to pick out your wedding dress tomorrow."

"Humm." He squeezed the word out of his throat and hung up the phone impatiently.

Early in the morning, a faint light shone through the white curtain into the suffocating room. A hint of red could be seen on the curtain, and shone on the handsome face of the boy on the white bed.

Mo Fu's closed eyes slowly opened, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the sleeping girl beside the bed. A gentle smile appeared on her face. She wanted to turn over, but she didn't expect to wake up the sleeping girl.

When Mo Lingshuang heard the commotion, she suddenly raised her head and looked at her brother, who had woken up. She said anxiously, "Fu, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Perhaps because she had been sick all night, Mo Fu's voice was a little weak, but she tried her best to pretend to be relaxed so that Mo Lingshuang would not worry. He smiled and said, "Sister, I'm fine. I'm much better."

Mo Lingshuang's tense heart finally relaxed. She reached out to brush away the bangs that had fallen from his forehead and said softly, "The doctor said that your condition can't be delayed any longer. You need to be operated on as soon as possible. Fu, don't be afraid. I will be with you. "

Mo Fu frowned and said in dissatisfaction, "Sister, I already said that I'm fine. Those doctors are just making a big fuss on purpose."

Surgery? It was probably another large sum of money, right? They couldn't afford the high cost of the operation, and if they did, her sister would have to find a way to raise the money. She had suffered enough.

Mo Lingshuang said angrily, "What are you saying? Will the doctor harm you? I know what you're worried about. You don't have to worry about money. Your task is to rest in peace. Leave the rest to me."

She knew what Mo Fu was thinking, and she sighed helplessly. Even if she had to give up everything, she felt that she could not watch Fu die in front of her eyes.

She no longer wanted to see her family die one by one in front of her. The tragedy of her parents must not happen to Fu.

"Sister, don't do anything else for me. You know my condition. "

She was just an ordinary person. How could she bear so much burden?

Mo Lingshuang frowned slightly, and her fair face revealed her displeasure. She looked at Mo Fu with a serious expression and said in a voice that did not allow for rejection, "As long as there is even a 1% chance, I will give it a try. The surgery will be in three days. Take good care of your body. I have already found the money. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first..."

"Sis..."

Before Mo Fu could finish her sentence, Mo Lingshuang had already disappeared from the silent ward.

The Hee family's villa was located in the suburbs, surrounded by mountains and rivers, green hills, and green hills. The villa was lavishly built, but from the outside, it showed the noble status of the owner of the house. Although this area was remote, Mrs. He was generous enough to buy all the land in this area. After being built, it was a completely different world.

As a result, only the He family lived here.

As soon as Hee Ruowen stepped into the villa, he heard a sharp voice coming from the sofa in the living room. "Where did you go instead of staying with Siyi?"

He Jingtian was sitting on a good leather sofa, his face dark. Though he was in his late fifties, the years hadn't left much of a mark on his face.

No wonder the woman beside him was so infatuated with him and tried to squeeze into the Hee family. The corner of Hee Ruowen's mouth curled up into a faint smile. He handed the black leather bag to the nanny and walked in his direction.

Before he could say anything, the charming and graceful woman beside He Jingtian said softly, "Ruowen, you're back? Have you eaten? I'll ask Mrs. Zhang to make some porridge for you."

Hee Ruowen frowned, his long eyes narrowed. He only looked at her delicate face for a moment before turning his gaze to He Jingtian, who was sitting on the sofa.

He walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down. He elegantly took a sip of the tea that the woman had just made. Suddenly, a warm water flowed down his throat, and the fragrance of the tea lingered in his mouth. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "He Jingtian, your concubine is getting better and better at making tea."

His words made the sullen He Jingtian angry. "Bastard, is that how you talk to your elders?"

He Jingtian's chest was rising up and down. His face was dark, and his eyes were full of burning fire. There was only a strange glow in the fire before it disappeared.

Hee Ruowen casually glanced at Shen Ruolan, only to see that her eyes were burning with a triumphant expression. The corner of her mouth curled up, and she slowly placed the teacup in her hand on the coffee table on the marble table. "Elder? Her?"

Her long and slender finger pointed towards the proud Shen Ruolan. The smile on the corner of Shen Ruolan's mouth had yet to fade away when she was suddenly pointed at by Hee Ruowen. She immediately stiffened, but immediately after, she looked at Hee Ruowen with a blank expression and asked: "Ruowen, what do you mean by this?"

Hee Ruowen turned his gaze to He Jingtian, whose face was still ashen. His face was gloomy, and his voice was as cold as the dead of winter, penetrating into his bone marrow. "I didn't agree to marry Chen Siyi to help you. As long as I'm in the Hee family, she won't be able to come in."

The voice paused for a moment, then stood up and walked in front of He Jingtian, looking down at him directly. "Chen Siyi, I can marry you, but you must atone for my mother's death."

Shen Ruolan's face twisted at Hee Ruowen's words. She clenched her fists under her body, and pain spread through her long white fingers.

At the same time, it also reminded her that she had to be a virtuous person in front of He Jingtian.

Her delicate face immediately revealed a hint of displeasure as she said in a stern voice, "Ruowen, how can you speak to your father like that? All these years, your father has been worried for you. It's fine if you don't understand his efforts, but how can you speak to him like that?"

Hee Ruowen's face instantly darkened. He turned his head, and a sharp light flashed across his eyes, piercing straight towards Shen Ruolan. He slowly approached Shen Ruolan. He did not speak, but just looked at her like that.

Hee Ruowen's powerful aura could not help but make Shen Ruolan take a few steps back. An inexplicable fear rose in her heart, but then she realized why she was afraid of this person who was more than ten years younger than her.

Calming her mind, Shen Ruolan pretended to be calm and said, "What are you doing? Am I wrong?"

"You don't have the right to speak in our Hee family. You'd better stay where you are, or even my father won't be able to stop me from doing anything." Hee Ruowen's face was expressionless, as if it was covered in a layer of frost, as cold as ice and snow. His sarcastic words kept reminding Shen Ruolan that she was just He Jingtian's mistress.

Hee Ruowen's eyes were filled with contempt. Did this woman really think that she could enter the Hee family openly? Did she think that by marrying her niece, he could become the mistress of the Hee family?

What a fool's dream. He had only agreed to marry Chen Siyi to prevent her from entering the Hee family. Otherwise, how could Chen Siyi, that unruly, arrogant, and arrogant woman, be with him for the rest of her life?

In his life, there was only one woman who could affect his emotions. Thinking of this, Hee Ruowen's gaze changed, and a trace of guilt rose in his heart.

He couldn't give her the best, which was his greatest pain. But now, he didn't know how she was doing.

"You... What do you mean?" A bad premonition arose in Shen Ruolan's heart. She did not know what Hee Ruowen wanted to do.

The corner of Hee Ruowen's mouth curled up into a mocking smile. He turned to look at He Jingtian. Although he was angry, he did not say anything more. After all, Hee Ruowen was right. He wanted to atone for his mother's death.

Hee Ruowen raised his eyes and looked at her with disdain. He said, "Since you want to come to the Hee family every day and stay by my father's side, then be a good little mistress and don't mess with me, or else..."

Hee Ruowen gave her a meaningful look. "I will let you know the consequences of provoking me."

With that, he lifted his foot and walked toward the second floor, leaving behind Shen Ruolan, whose expression was constantly changing. At this moment, she looked like a palette of colors.

In the Aphrodisiac Bar, Mo Lingshuang stood calmly, looking at the man sitting in front of her. There was a piece of paper and a pen full of treaties on the table.

It wasn't that she didn't know the man. On the contrary, she knew him quite well.

Every time she came, she was silent and drank alone, but after all, she liked the kind of customer who didn't have to drink, who just sat quietly next to him, and who tipped the most every time.

She had always wondered about him. He had the air of an aristocrat about him, a powerful presence, and many times she had found it hard to breathe. Most important of all, he was the president of Peacetime Group.

She had no interest in gossiping about these nobles. She had only heard from her sisters in the bar that Hee Ruowen was quick, decisive, and left no room for negotiation. At the same time, his cold aura and his face, which was so handsome that he had no friends, instantly attracted a lot of fans.