Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 689: No One to Congratulate_1

Chapter 689: Chapter 689: No One to Congratulate_1

"Sigh! If only that Young Master Nie was my son-in-law!"

After Nie Huihuang left, Yang Meifeng sat in the living room, shaking her head and sighing.

Not to mention anything else, just look at Nie Huihuang casually dropping by and presenting gifts worth four to five hundred thousand; he was no ordinary person.

Besides, this Young Master Nie also came from Dragon City.

What kind of place is Dragon City? You could randomly throw a stone there, and it would hit dignitaries and nobles.

Moreover, listening to Mo Han and Nie Huihuang’s conversation, it seemed that this Young Master Nie had also bought a villa without any pressure.

If Young Master Nie really became her son-in-law, Yang Meifeng’s days would be soaring to the heavens.

"That Nie guy, I don’t think he’s good news,"

Luo Shanchuan said with his arms crossed over his chest, looking annoyed, "He has a gloomy appearance, and the way he looked at Ning’er was a bit off."

"What do you mean ’gloomy appearance’? What he has is called profundity, and being low-key is the standard for a successful man!"

Seeing Luo Shanchuan arguing with her, Yang Meifeng instantly got angry and snapped back, "Ning’er takes after me; she’s so beautiful and incomparably enchanting. It’s normal for any man to not help but take a few more glances at her!"

"It’s just that her eyesight must be poor for choosing Mo Han, a pauper like him."

Just then, Mo Han came into the living room to pour water and heard his mother-in-law’s words, showing displeasure on his face, "Mom, how is Ning’er’s eyesight poor? And where do I fall short?"

"If you find me so disagreeable, why don’t you move out and live somewhere else? Out of sight, out of mind."

"Well done Mo Han, now you’re lecturing me?"

Yang Meifeng was already displeased with Mo Han for making her return the gifts, and now as Mo Han talked back to her, her anger surged.

"It’s not a lecture, it’s a reminder!"

Unexpectedly, this time Mo Han was no longer timid as before but argued his case strongly, "Ning’er and I are in a relationship of our own free will. When we got married, you had accepted it."

"When I went bankrupt, Ning’er stayed by my side through thick and thin, and you?"

"Not only did you ridicule and mock me, but you also pressured us to break up and divorce. When Chen Chen fell ill, all we wanted was to borrow three hundred thousand for the treatment, yet you made the condition of our divorce!"

"I don’t want to talk about the past, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten!

"I respect you because you are Ning’er’s biological mother, which is why I’m talking to you nicely. If it were anyone else, I would have thrown her out long ago!"

"Finally, a reminder for you, the name on the property deed of this house is mine! If you still want to destroy Ning’er and my relationship, please move out!"

Having said that, Mo Han turned around and left.

Yang Meifeng screamed in rage, but she was helpless.

Just as Mo Han said, the owner of the Borui Building was listed under Mo Han’s name, and indeed, he could drive her out just as he would an old granny if he wanted.

Then, she would have to move back into that cramped few dozen square meters old house.

"Aaaah!"

Yang Meifeng let out a few aimless shouts and then went back to her room to think.

"No, the name on the property certificate must be changed. It absolutely can’t remain as Mo Han!"

...

Outside the villa, Nie Huihuang put a cigar in his mouth, and an underling, understanding his cue, lit it with a Zippo lighter.

Nie Huihuang took a puff and said indifferently to his subordinate, "How many seconds?"

"Not even half a second."

The subordinate whispered, "It was Xiao Wu who made the move; he’s a Houtian Realm peak expert. That Mr. Mo is quite fast. In just the blink of an eye, Xiao Wu was floored without the slightest chance to retaliate."

"In my opinion, this person’s cultivation level should be at least above the Yellow Rank of the Innate Realm, otherwise, Grandmaster Nie he..."

Grandmaster Nie was none other than Nie Kuangtu, Nie Huihuang’s uncle.

Seven years ago, Nie Kuangtu was already in the Grandmaster Realm and bore the title of Great Sword Master, having instructed many from the Nie Family in martial cultivation.

"Above the Yellow Rank? So young! It seems we will need to employ other strategies."

Nie Huihuang frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, he spoke up, "Is everything arranged for tomorrow?"

His subordinate nodded and said, "Yes, Young Master Nie, please rest assured; all the business partners that Luo Ning invited have agreed not to attend, and the arrangements with the Cao, Cheng, and Tao families have also been taken care of."

"Good, let’s just wait and enjoy the show tomorrow!"

Nie Huihuang’s lips curled up slightly as he threw away his cigar and stomped on it, then got into his luxury car.

As the car was about to start, he rolled down the window and took one more look at the brightly lit Borui Building no.1.

"Mo Han, I hope you won’t let me down tomorrow!"

The next morning at eight, Luo Ning left home early. Today was the grand opening of her Chenxi Studio, and naturally, she needed to prepare thoroughly.

In front of building A of the Borui Building, there was a stage about ten meters long and six meters wide, with a red carpet laid on top and a few scattered congratulatory baskets of flowers around it.

To add a bit more atmosphere, Luo Ning specially hired a lion dance troupe and a few of Jiangling City’s fairly well-known singing and dancing groups.

Somehow, the entrance of the Borui Building was exceptionally deserted today, with hardly any people in sight early in the morning.

After the lion dance troupe had performed one round, there were only a dozen or so spectators, all of whom were elderly men and women out buying vegetables.

Luo Ning glanced at her watch, looking a bit anxious.

It was almost time, and none of the business partners she had invited had arrived.

She quickly searched her pocket for her phone and made a call:

"Hello, Director Wang, it’s little Luo. You had promised to come to our studio’s opening."

"Miss Luo, I’m sorry, but I’m on an impromptu business trip and can’t make it. Please bear with us."

"Director Li, I’m Luo Ning from Chenxi Studio. Have you arrived?"

"I’m sorry, Miss Luo, but my child is feeling unwell and we’re at the hospital. I can’t leave for the time being, so I can only wish you business prosperity over the phone."

"Director Chen..."

Several calls were made in succession, and the respondents were either suddenly out of town on business or had family or company emergencies. The seven or eight partners who had promised to come all could not make it.

Seeing his wife’s disappointed expression, Mo Han quickly asked, "Ning’er, what’s wrong?"

"The partners I invited, it’s like they made a pact not to show up! Not a single one has come!"

Holding her phone with a bitter smile, Luo Ning said, "It’s already half-past eight. How can I proceed with the opening ceremony without a single business partner?"

"It’s only half-past eight, there’s still time,"

Mo Han squinted reassuringly at his wife, "Your business partners might really be tied up with something."

"Don’t worry, I also invited some of my friends. They should be here soon."

As if clutching a lifeline, Luo Ning looked up excitedly, "Really?"

"Heh, you’re my wife, would I lie to you?"

Mo Han patted his wife’s head with a smile, "Relax, they’ll definitely be here before nine."

"Come on, let’s set off some firecrackers before the city management arrives. Our opening should be bustling and prosperous."

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