Chapter 272: The Funeral Memorial 3

Mo Changwen smiled. He had arranged for this reporter to pressure Mo Jinrong so that he could take advantage of the situation.

“The heir will have to be decided by the Mo Family. If it doesn’t work out, we can consider replacing him or letting me succeed him.”

Mo Jinrong didn’t speak, watching his performance quietly.

Even if no one in the Mo Family inherited it, he would never give it to Mo Changwen!

“Mr. Mo, how much do you know about Miss Lan’s kidnapping?” the female reporter in the crowd suddenly asked, causing a heated discussion.

Mo Changwen looked at the reporter. He didn’t seem to have invited her. He had paid everyone here and they would only ask questions he had prepared, but he didn’t let her ask this question.

He smiled and waved his hand.

“I was at home when Anran was kidnapped, so I had no idea. I only heard about it later, it had nothing to do with me.”

A projection suddenly appeared on the wall. It was the scene of Mo Changwen kidnapping Lan Yanran and Lan Anran rescuing him.

They thought they had seen a ghost and were frightened. They huddled together and looked at the images on the wall.

Mo Changwen’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect things to turn out like this?

Back then, he had used his most trusted underlings, all of whom he had given money. They were tight-lipped and would never speak irresponsibly. What was going on?

“It’s really you? You killed my daughter. Where did you take her?”

Lan Tingyun rushed forward and questioned him.

“No, no, no! It wasn’t me, I don’t know either!”

Mo Changwen was extremely scared and hurriedly denied it. Was Lan Anran’s ghost back for revenge?

“You don’t know? It’s you! Return my daughter to me!”

Lan Tingyun grabbed Mo Changwen’s collar tightly in anger.

The scene was in chaos. The reporters seemed to have found new gossip and were snapping photos. Mo Changwen shouted while shielding his face.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!”

Suddenly!

Lan Anran’s portrait fell to the ground and shattered!

Everyone thought that Lan Anran’s ghost had returned and many students scattered in fear.

“Miss Lan Yaxin, are you sure that dress belongs to Miss Lan?” the female reporter asked again.

Lan Yaxin was frightened out of her wits. Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“I don’t know! I don’t know, my dad made me do it!”

Lan Yaxin hid in a corner, trembling in fear. She stared straight at Lan Anran’s portrait as though Lan Anran was staring at her too.

“You’re saying that this is fake and Lan Anran’s clothes weren’t found at all? Then why is there a funeral in such a hurry?”

Zhao Xiumei interrupted the female reporter. She walked forward, snatched the female reporter’s microphone, and shouted loudly, “The portrait wasn’t hanging properly, it’s not a ghost at all. Reporters, don’t ask such groundless questions. Those things belong to my granddaughter. She is scared silly and is spouting nonsense. Don’t believe her!”

She was about to chase the reporters away when she finished speaking. If this went on, the police would arrive before the reporters could even leave.

“Really?”

A female voice came from outside.

The crowd gradually dispersed and a tall and exquisite-looking girl in a red dress walked out of the crowd with a bright smile on her face.

The onlookers were dumbfounded. What kind of god-like appearance was this?

She had watery eyes, a high nose bridge, an exquisite little face with a proud ponytail and a piece of gauze on her head that had some red marks seeping out. She wore a long red dress and had bright red lips which were very dazzling in the group.

“Isn’t that Lan Anran?”

The crowd widened their eyes and opened their mouths in excitement, pointing their fingers in silence.

“Lan Anran isn’t dead?”

What happened?

The audience was abuzz, looking at the person in front of them with wide eyes.

“That brat is still alive?”

Xu Yanshan was in disbelief.

She was still alive after being missing for so long?

Mo Changwen broke into a cold sweat as he watched from the side. He clearly saw Lan Anran being pushed down. How could she still be alive?

“You… You’re still alive?”

Mo Changwen’s pupils constricted and he stood at the side, not daring to move.

“Why is Uncle so disappointed?”

Lan Anran strode over with a smile.

Lan Tingyun and Li Yueru were shocked that their daughter was standing in front of them. Previously, they knew that their daughter was alive, but they were still excited to see her in person.

Li Yueru looked Lan Anran up and down and asked repeatedly, “Daughter! Are you alright? What happened to your injury?”

Li Yueru’s heart ached when she saw the injuries on Lan Anran’s head and body.

She hadn’t taken care of and loved her daughter when she was growing up. When she saw the scars on her fair skin, she cried out in heartache.

“Mom, Dad, I’m fine, it’s just a small injury. Aren’t I back safe and sound?”

Lan Anran comforted the two of them and hugged them tightly.

“Anran, it’s great that you’re not dead, you scared us to death!”

Sun Hui and Zhao Xiaolei rushed over to cry.

Lan Anran smiled and comforted them, saying that she was alright.

“Sis, it’s my fault. I’m sorry, I implicated you.”

Lan Yanran apologized sadly..