Chapter 404 - Herbal Soup
Chapter 404 Herbal Soup
When Zhao Xiumei heard that, she couldn’t accept it. Where could she find such a family?
She wanted to make a fortune from the fool of the Zou Family, and other families wouldn’t have the money.
“How can we just change things that we have agreed on? We will naturally have to prepare the dowry for Yaxin to marry. You don’t have to worry about this, but I think that family is very rich and probably doesn’t care much about a dowry. You just have to help us contact them. We will meet them when it’s a good day for us.”
Zhao Xiumei didn’t relent, even at the change in plan.
She realised that the marriage to a wealthy family couldn’t be resolved so easily.
“Grandma, don’t worry, I will take care of her marriage,” Lan Anran smiled and said.
Zhao Xiumei nodded and stood up.
“It seems that Tingyun is in good health. I came here to see if he’s alright. Since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave first. Yanshan is waiting for my news.”
Lan Tingyun wanted to say something, but when he saw Zhao Xiumei take back the fruit basket, he swallowed his words.
After Zhao Xiumei left, Lan Tingyun spoke slowly.
“Anran, you shouldn’t have agreed to this marriage. If Yaxin’s marriage was properly arranged, it wouldn’t have mattered, but if the other party doesn’t agree, she would come to cause trouble again. In the end, you’ll go for wool and come home shorn. Why did you have to agree to such a losing deal?
Mom is very satisfied and happy today, but if Yaxin marries a fool and her life isn’t good, there will be some conflicts and she will come to you to complain about it.”
Lan Tingyun frowned.
He didn’t think his daughter should get involved in this. His sister-in-law wasn’t a pushover and the only reason she agreed to the marriage was to benefit from it. However, no one was a fool alone. That child was foolish, but his parents weren’t. When the time came, would Lan Yaxin have a say in any matters?
“Dad, don’t worry! I’m confident about this marriage, you and Mom don’t have to worry. The medicine is ready, I’ll go and visit Yanran.”
Lan Anran poured the soup and placed it on the table, before she walked out.
She didn’t know what the results would be either, but when she thought about how Lan Yaxin’s life would be ten times worse than in her past life, she didn’t want to think about anything else.
She didn’t find Lan Yanran in school nor did he answer her call. So she started to feel worried. At this moment, Old Mrs. Mo suddenly called her.
“Anran, your brother is drunk and Jinrong sent him over to stay. Hurry over and take a look,” Old Mrs. Mo said as she raised the phone to her
ear.
He was Anran’s brother after all, and it wasn’t appropriate for him to stay with her.
“Why is he with Grandma? I’ll be there right
away.”
Lan Anran hung up and hurried to Old Mrs. Mo’s house.
Old Mrs. Mo looked at Lan Yanran who was sleeping peacefully.
“Look at this child, he looks so alike to Anran. They are practically poured from the same mold.”
Old Mrs. Mo was overjoyed.
“Old Mrs. Mo, Young Madam is very pretty, so her brother must be pretty as well. I heard that he is a big star, so he must have drunk too much at a social gathering.”
Nanny Wu smiled.
“Nanny Wu, hurry and make two bowls of hangover soup. I think he must have drank a lot because his face is flushed.”
Old Mrs. Mo reminded.
After Nanny Wu left, Old Mrs. Mo sat by the side and looked at him with a smile.
Mo Shengli walked in secretly and asked curiously, when he saw the person lying on the bed, “Mom, who is he?”
“Anran’s brother. He must have drunk too much outside and was sent here by Jinrong. He is so pretty; he looks just like Anran.”
Old Mrs. Mo praised Lan Yanran for his good looks.
“Lan Anran’s brother?” Mo Shengli asked thoughtfully. “Mmh, I have called Anran. She will be here soon.”
“Old Mrs. Mo, the hangover soup is ready.”
Nanny Wu smiled as she carried two bowls of hangover soup inside the room. “Let’s leave it here and give it to him when he wakes up.”
Old Mrs. Mo slowly left the room.
Mo Shengli turned to look at the two bowls of hangover soup, then walked out of the room.
Lan Anran hurriedly got out of the car and ran into the villa.
“Where is my brother?”
“Look at that sweating face, your brother is with me, so don’t worry. He seems to have drunk a lot and was sent here by Jinrong. He is currently sleeping soundly!” Old Mrs. Mo smiled and said.
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“Why didn’t Jinrong tell me?” Lan Anran complained. “He probably sent him to me because he was afraid you would be worried. I don’t think it is a good idea to have him here for too long though. When he wakes up, you can bring him home.”
Old Mrs. Mo smiled and drank a mouthful of tea.
“Grandma, I want to go upstairs and see my brother first.”
Lan Anran turned and ran into the room to check on Lan Yanran. She took his pulse worriedly.
He had only drank too much, so it wasn’t a big deal. She was just about to turn and leave when she suddenly saw the two bowls of hangover soup on the side table.
She had a nagging feeling that the soup wasn’t completely mixed properly. She picked up a spoon from the side table, which showed traces of stirring. She stirred the soup and the powder dispersed within it immediately disappeared into the soup. Someone had drugged her brother? Lan Anran looked around vigilantly, going through everyone she knew and eliminating those who weren’t suspicious. Old Mrs. Mo wouldn’t harm her brother, so this matter probably had nothing to do with her.
She didn’t know much about Nanny Wu, so she was temporarily a pending suspect.
Mo Shengli was the person most likely to drug her brother. Harming her brother meant harming her.
She still didn’t know what medicine was in the hangover soup, so she went to the washroom and took out an empty bottle. She poured the contents into the empty bottle, placed it in her bag, and poured the other bowl of hangover soup into the toilet. She pretended like nothing had happened and left with her bag.
“Grandma! Do you know who made the hangover soup?” Lan Anran smiled and said. “I asked Nanny Wu to make those two bowls. Did your brother drink them?” Old Mrs. Mo smiled and asked.
“He drank them, but then he fell asleep again.”
Lan Anran smiled and looked at Nanny Wu.
“Can you teach me how to make hangover soup?”
“Of course, Young Madam, I’ll definitely do my best to teach you. It’s actually nothing much, just some honey water.” Nanny Wu’s eyes were firm and unhurried. It probably wasn’t her.
Lan Anran smiled and looked at Mo Shengli again.
This old man really didn’t give up, wanting to poison her brother. One day, she would personally send him to his jail cell. “Anran, your brother is alright, don’t worry. Why don’t you let him sleep here tonight? I will take care of him,” Mo Shengli said. “Grandma! I want to watch the show. I’ll take Yanran home with me when he wakes up.”
When Lan Anran suggested listening to the opera, Old Mrs. Mo beamed with joy and immediately got someone to arrange it.