Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 49: Go Sleep in the Study!_1

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Go Sleep in the Study!_1

In the kitchen, Mo Han was washing the dishes with plastic gloves on.

At that moment, a charming figure appeared, embracing Mo Han from behind in an instant.

"Mo Han, you’ve worked hard,"

Pressing against Mo Han’s back, Luo Ning whispered, "Mom is just being stubborn, don’t hold it against her."

"Your leg is healed now, and I believe with your abilities, you will definitely find a good job."

"By then, Mom will surely have a change of heart about you."

She truly believed in Mo Han. Back when he hadn’t even graduated from college, he had started his own export company and earned several million in one year.

Mo Han had injured his leg before, and no companies wanted him then, but now that his leg was healed, with Mo Han’s capabilities, it would be easy for him to become a manager at any export company.

Her mother was someone who was easily swayed by money; as long as Mo Han brought in the cash, she certainly wouldn’t hold any prejudice against him anymore.

Mo Han turned around, pretending to take Luo Ning into his arms. Luo Ning’s face blushed, and she quickly pushed him away, "What are you doing? There are people at home..."

"Ning’er, it’s been a year since we’ve had sex. Can we... tonight?" Mo Han eyed the delicate, fairy-like woman in front of him, his mind becoming restless.

Since they had gone bankrupt and moved here a year ago, his mother-in-law made them sleep separately, with Mo Han always sleeping in the study, and neither of them had experienced love in that time.

Before, it was because Mo Han felt guilty that he didn’t even contemplate it.

But now, after receiving the inheritance of the Purple Heaven Medical Sage, his confidence inflated like never before.

"Tsk!" Luo Ning blushed red and took a light sip, "What are you thinking about!"

"I’m not going to do that with you!"

"Go sleep in the study..."

Mo Han’s face fell, but then he heard Luo Ning’s voice, as weak as a mosquito, "Wait until you’ve behaved well, then I’ll let you move back in..."

"Really?" Mo Han rejoiced.

However, Luo Ning had already changed the subject, "Oh, I have to go to work tomorrow and won’t have time to pick out a gift for grandma. I’m going to transfer two thousand to you later, so you pick something. Don’t get something too shabby, we don’t want Uncle and the others to laugh at us..."

Without concerning herself with Mo Han’s crestfallen look, she called out and left.

"Chen Chen, the bathwater’s ready. Come and take your bath..."

The next morning, just like usual, Luo Ning cycled to the company on a shared bike.

After dropping their daughter off at kindergarten, Mo Han rode an electric scooter to Jiefang Street in the northern old district of the city.

His adoptive mother, Ming Cuilian, had rented a room there, and set up a breakfast stall nearby to make a little money.

Last night, Ming Cuilian had planned to hitch a ride back to the village to return the borrowed thirty thousand to the villagers, but she was worried something might happen to her granddaughter and decided to put it off for a few days.

At eight in the morning, Ming Cuilian’s breakfast stall was already full of customers.

First, her hand-rolled noodles were chewy, the broth thick, and the taste good.

Second, her prices were low; a bowl of vegetarian noodles cost three yuan, and even with beef, it was only eight yuan.

Therefore, the stream of customers seeking her breakfast was endless.

As she was busy fishing out noodles for the customers, a group of five or six delinquent-looking youths swaggered over, hands stuffed into their pockets.

"Yo, seems business is booming, boss lady,"

The one who spoke was a young man with dyed yellow hair who seemed to be their leader.

Seeing that these people were not here to eat, Ming Cuilian tensed up immediately, yet she managed a smile and said, "You young men must be kidding. It may seem busy here, but I don’t make much; a bowl of noodles is only three yuan."

"Have you guys had breakfast yet? How about I make you some noodles? I boil the broth fresh here, and it tastes really good..."

The young man with the yellow hair frowned and spoke irritably, "Cut the crap. If you want to set up a stall here, you have to follow my rules!"

"To do business on Jiefang Street, you have to pay a protection fee of two thousand a month!"

"Cough up the money!"

Two thousand a month?

This was the old district, inhabited by the less fortunate; even the rent for a forty to fifty square meter shopfront on the street was not that expensive.

A streak of anger flashed across Ming Cuilian’s face, but she suppressed it, "Young men, I’ve just moved here and am not familiar with the rules of this area."

"How about this, once I’m done selling today, I’ll stop setting up my stall here..."

"You think you won’t have to pay if you don’t set up shop? Get the fuck out of here!"

The other delinquents were annoyed, they knocked over tables and chairs, and shouted at the customers, "Everyone get the hell out of here!"

"I won’t sell anymore, I’ll pack up now..."

Ming Cuilian hastened to gather her things, her right hand instinctively protecting the canvas bag at her waist.

As Jiefang Street was an old district with many thieves, Ming Cuilian was not confident in leaving the money at home, so she carried the thirty thousand with her at all times.

"Thinking you can leave without paying? Do you fucking think I’m a pushover?" The yellow-haired man was furious, "Beat her!"

As his words fell, the gang behind him rushed forward, looking ready to lay hands on Ming Cuilian.

An elderly man who had just finished a bowl of noodles could not stand by any longer, "You bunch of little bastards, picking on a woman, what kind of heroes does that make you..."

Slap!

The man with yellow hair struck him with a slap, "You old bastard, mind your own business again, and I’ll bring my guys to your house!"

The elderly man clutched his face, filled with indignation yet not daring to speak out.

He felt sympathy for Ming Cuilian, but the young man with yellow hair was the local bully. If he caught the bully’s attention, his family would be in trouble.

"Bro, looks like there’s money in old lady’s waist bag!" A sharp-eyed delinquent noticed Ming Cuilian was always protecting her waist bag and chuckled slyly.

The young man’s eyes lit up, and he lunged for Ming Cuilian’s waist bag.

Ming Cuilian turned pale, clinging to it desperately, but how could she stand a chance against these young, strong youths?

With a tearing sound!

The waist bag was ripped open, and three stacks of hundred-yuan notes along with some loose change spilled out.

"Holy shit, that’s a lot of money! At least thirty thousand!"

The young man was elated and bent down to pick up the hundred-yuan notes from the ground.

Just at that moment, a large foot appeared out of nowhere, stamping hard on the young man’s hand...

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