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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nShe took a bold step forward.

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n“Hi, I am Qin Xue.”

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nShe stretched out her fair hand, wanting to shake Mo Jinrong’s, but Mo Jinrong didn’t even look at her, much less shake her hand.

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nQin Xue’s hand stopped in midair and was a little embarrassed for a long time. She retracted her hand with a smile.

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n“Qin Xue, don’t fool around. I’m discussing something, don’t disturb me. The one you should be concerned about is Mo Jinrong, not the butler.”

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nQin Tian reminded her softly.

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n“So what? You only treat me as a money-making tool. That Mo Jinrong is ugly and old, how is he worthy of me?”

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nQin Xue spoke loudly, not giving Mo San any face.

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nMo San: “…”

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n“Mr. Zhao, I have reserved a guest room in the hotel. It is a little noisy here and my young master likes the quiet, so we’ll have to excuse ourselves,” Mo Jinrong stood up slowly and said.

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nQin Hao clenched his fists and glared at his insensible daughter.

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nZhao Guoliang smiled and walked Mo Jinrong to the private elevator.

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n“Young Master! Look at that Qin Xue, she doesn’t have any manners at all. She actually dares to call me old and ugly in public? She’s embarrassing me.”

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nMo San was still furious at the thought. After all, he was the one with Mo Jinrong’s name, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.

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n“She just has a heart disease like Ying’er. Ying’er wouldn’t be as unreasonable as her.”

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nMo Jinrong spoke softly and Mo Ying’s innocent smile appeared in his mind.

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nAfter he arrived at the guest room, he took out his phone and sent Lan Anran a message.

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n“I’m here, where is she?”

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nLan Anran had long noticed Mo Jinrong’s arrival through the surveillance camera and she smiled.

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n“She’s next door, move to the room next door.”

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nShe then called Kong Tian through her earphone.

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n“I’m busy, keep an eye out for me and adapt to the situation.”

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nAfter Lan Anran sent the message, she kept her earphones and phone. She wore a veil, revealing her big bright eyes. She was fully armed as she waited for Mo Jinrong to come knocking.

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nMo Jinrong read the message and knocked on the door of the room next door.

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nThe door was remote-controlled. Lan Anran pressed the button and the door opened automatically.

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nShe sat on the sofa with her back facing Mo Jinrong.

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n“You are Zero?” Mo Jinrong asked skeptically.

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nLan Anran didn’t reply, she just quietly arranged her things at the side.

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n“Miss Zero, Young Master would like you to treat him with hypnotherapy. What do we do now?” Seeing no response, Mo San continued to ask.

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nLan Anran turned around, revealing her bright eyes. She raised her arm and waved it gently, signalling for him to sit.

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n“It’s her!”

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nMo Jinrong blurted out, he would always remember her bright eyes.

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nHe sat on the sofa slowly and looked at Zero.

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nLan Anran looked at Mo San, gesturing for him to leave.

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nMo San had no choice, he could only retreat to the door and wait for Mo Jinrong.

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nLan Anran took out a type of incense, lit it softly and placed it in front of Mo Jinrong’s nose. The fragrance followed his nose and entered his brain. He started to feel dizzy and lay on the sofa, gradually losing consciousness.

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nIn his dream, he saw his sister smiling happily beside him. He was playing hide and seek with her.

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nSuddenly!

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nThe dream suddenly changed to the scene on the plane.

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nHe was horrified and his body kept twitching. He saw his sister’s horrified gaze and the hand that wanted help reaching towards him.

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nHe had never felt so scared.

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nLan Anran placed the scent on Mo Jinrong’s philtrum, which made him ease up.

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nShe took Mo Jinrong’s pulse and found that it wasn’t as weak as before. Perhaps it was because of the medicine, but his pulse had become stronger.

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nIt seemed like the medicine last time was very effective. She took out another needle and slowly pushed it into Mo Jinrong’s vein.

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nHe fell completely silent.

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nLan Anran spoke slowly, keeping her voice low.

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n“Ying’er appeared and she smiled happily.”

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nMo Jinrong’s dream started to change according to Lan Anran’s words.

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nIn the dream, Mo Ying and Mo Jinrong were kiting, the two of them running freely on the grass and the kite flew high into the sky. Mo Ying laughed loudly.

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n“Brother! Brother! Look, my kite is flying much higher than yours.”

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nMo Ying pointed at the kite with a smile.

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n“Ying’er is incredible!”

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nMo Jinrong praised.

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nHe pinched Mo Ying’s small face and suddenly, their kites tangled together!

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nMo Ying’s kite was the first to snap!

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nMo Ying cried loudly and Mo Jinrong was anxious, he was most afraid of his sister crying.

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n“It’s my fault, my kite tangled with yours.”

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nMo Jinrong reproached himself.

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nMo Ying wiped her tears and smiled.

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n“Brother, I don’t blame you. I didn’t lose the kite, she just went to another place. Won’t she always be in your heart?”

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nShe took out another kite from behind her and held it with a smile.

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n“It’s my fault, you wouldn’t have died if it weren’t for me.”

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nMo Jinrong suddenly reproached himself.

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nThe dream suddenly turned dark. Mo Ying stood not far away, smiling at Mo Jinrong as she flickered.

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n“Don’t go! Ying’er, don’t go, stay with me, okay?”

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nMo Jinrong was as fragile as a child, begging Mo Ying to stay.

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