Marrying the Wrong Husband, Yet Becoming the Enviable Lady of a Wealthy Family

After losing her memory, Mo Xiaotuo enters a flash marriage to continue managing her property but mistakenly marries Luo Chen instead. They agree to divorce after one year. Not long after the weddi...

Chapter 68 How did this persistent ghost end up there?

During the meal, Haozi cautiously mentioned to Sister Yan, "Sister Yan, there's a job I'd like to take on worth 500,000 yuan. What do you think?"

"How long?" Peng Yanyan still looked like she hadn't slept enough, as she stuffed something into her mouth as she spoke.

"Five, five days!" Mouse's voice was low, afraid that Sister Yan would disagree.

Unexpectedly, Peng Yanyan took a bite of meat without even lifting her eyelids.

It's over, it's over!

The mouse knew it was doomed, so it lowered its head and dared not speak again.

Mo Xiaotuo couldn't tell what Yan Jie was feeling, but thinking about how much Haozi had always taken care of them, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yan, Haozi, could you help him?"

“Okay, remember to give me 20,000 yuan for food expenses.” Peng Yanyan readily agreed.

Upon hearing this, Haozi's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Don't even mention 500,000, 50,000 is fine too."

"Okay, it's settled then. Fifty thousand should be enough for us to eat for two or three months." Peng Yanyan finished speaking and continued eating. After finishing, she leaned back on the sofa for a while and then went back to sleep.

Mo Xiaotuo was worried that Sister Yan was not feeling well, so she asked Tingting to tell Sister Yan that she would deliver food to Mr. Luo and take the phone over to get it repaired.

After finishing his meal, Haozi was about to leave. Before leaving, he dropped Mo Xiaotuo off at the Chen Corporation building. As she got out of the car, he asked, "Xiaotuo, does your husband work at the Chen Corporation?"

“Yes, he’s a senior executive here,” Mo Xiaotuo said without hiding anything.

"Being a senior executive here means having a bright future," Mouse said, looking at the towering building with envy.

The two chatted for a while, then Mo Xiaotuo called Mr. Luo and found a shady spot to wait.

Luo Chen had checked the time several times and thought she wouldn't come. Just as he was about to go eat, the phone finally rang, and Mo Xiaotuo's gentle voice came from the other end.

Upon hearing her voice, he instantly perked up, grabbed his phone, and quickly walked out of the office, into the elevator, and down to the first floor.

He used the president's special passage and deliberately wore a hat to avoid revealing his identity. After pulling down the brim, he stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the place where he had arranged to meet Mo Xiaotuo.

This is a small square with office buildings on both sides, and there are many open-air cafes here.

Luo Chen led him to a secluded corner and they sat down to enjoy their delicious lunch. The lunch was rather casual; there was no stew, just tomato and egg drop soup, which he drank with great relish.

"It's not cold yet. When it gets cold, we'll need insulated boxes." Mo Xiaotuo looked up at the sky. It was early autumn, and the weather was gradually getting cooler.

In winter, it must be so cold. If Luo Chen had to ask her to bring him food every day, he would feel sorry for him.

If things really come to that point, and their relationship is good, he won't need her to work at all; his income will be more than enough to support her.

Mo Xiaotuo noticed Mr. Luo looking at her. She touched her face and said somewhat awkwardly, "What's wrong? Is it because my makeup didn't turn out well?"

"No, it's fine." When Luo Chen heard that she had brought her food and even put on makeup, a smile appeared on her lips.

"That's good. I'm not used to wearing makeup yet, and I'm afraid I'll look bad and people will laugh at me. By the way, where around here can I get my phone repaired? Something happened today; Tingting's phone broke, and Sister Yan doesn't seem to be feeling well, so I asked her to keep an eye on it. I came over to bring you food and also to find a place to get it fixed." Mo Xiaotuo casually explained the situation, wanting to ask Mr. Luo where he could get his phone repaired.

Luo Chen felt that the little wildcat was hiding something, most likely something unpleasant had happened at work today. However, even if she didn't say anything, he would find out in his own way.

"Really?" Mo Xiaotuo asked expectantly.

"What?" Luo Chen asked absentmindedly.

"Tingting doesn't have much money for living expenses each month, so she probably can't afford a new phone," Mo Xiaotuo knew that Tingting's life wasn't much better than her own.

"Give it to me, I'll take it to get it fixed for you later, you can pick it up when you get off work." Luo Chen reached out and asked her for the phone, he could leave this kind of thing to Yu Chao.

"Then I'll thank you on Tingting's behalf," Mo Xiaotuo said happily.

After lunch, Luo Chen drove Mo Xiaotuo back home. As Mo Xiaotuo requested, Luo Chen parked the car a little further away from the milk tea shop.

After Mo Xiaotuo got off the bus with the food box, he first put the food box upstairs, and then called Tingting down to work.

She had just entered the mall when a tall figure appeared beside her.

"Do you bring him food every day?" Min Ji-hyun looked at the food box, feeling a pang of sadness.

Mo Xiaotuo turned her head and saw that it was Min Zhixian. She smiled and said, "Yes, he likes my cooking."

"You're so good to him!" Min Ji-hyun's tone was sour, even she herself felt a little jealous.

Um!

Mo Xiaotuo didn't say anything more, and quickly entered the elevator with the food box.

Min Ji-hyun followed her in, and the two went up the elevator together, but neither of them spoke.

Not far away by the roadside, Luo Chen saw a familiar figure following closely behind the little wildcat into the road. He felt that the figure was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

With a furrowed brow, he drove back to the company.

Instead of attending a meeting in the afternoon, he went into a secret room behind the office and turned on the computer with black metal edges that was on the table.

He turned on the computer, and his slender fingers danced across the keyboard. In no time, the surveillance footage of the Hung Hom milk tea shop appeared on the computer screen.

Min Ji-hyun!

How did this persistent ghost end up there?

The guy next to me isn't the heir of Taihang Jewelry, so what's that kid doing here?

Zooming in on the design drawings on the table, he saw the signature MT on them.

Is Min Ji-hyun a world-class jewelry designer?

What a powerful enemy!

He opened a database he had accessed the day before yesterday, which contained information about Min Ji-hyun, but it did not include the information about her being a jewelry designer.

Jewelry designer?

Is that why?

There were some things he couldn't figure out right away. After closing Min Ji-hyun's data, he hacked into another system.

This is Mo's internal system, which records Mo's recent financial records. If the supply system of these companies is cut off, Mo's will be paralyzed.

He tapped his fingers on the table, shut down his computer, came out of the secret room, sat down, called Yu Chao over, tossed his phone to Yu Chao, and told him to get it back before leaving get off work.

Just after Yu Chao left, Jiang Kai hurriedly entered the office with a stack of data.

"Boss, take a look at these data." He handed the data to his boss, sat down, and lit a cigarette.

Luo Chen flipped through the data, then tossed it aside: "Who do you think did this?"

"Recently, a few very powerful companies have suddenly appeared out of nowhere, seemingly targeting the Chen family. I've investigated them, but I can't find anything about them." Jiang Kai couldn't figure out where these people came from for the time being.

"It seems you've been living too comfortably and your abilities have declined." Luo Chen suddenly raised his eyes and gave Jiang Kai a cold glance.

Jiang Kai shivered and rubbed his nose with a guilty conscience.