<h4>Chapter 159: Chapter 159 All Went in Vain</h4><h4></h4>


    She tentatively looked at Mo Yan, "Sis, what do you think? Where would you like to live?"


    If Mo Yan were to return to her own ce, she would definitely follow her.


    Sitting in the back seat, Mo Yan gently lifted her head and saw Gu Yixuan’s sharp gaze in the rearview mirror, also a warning look.


    She pursed her lips, smiled, and nodded slightly, "I might as well go back with Young Master Xuan. I’ve never seen the vi you live in; it’s a good opportunity to check it out."


    Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Sis, I’m so happy to take care of you personally."


    Mo Yan smiled without saying anything.


    Returning to the vi at Banshan Garden, Grandma arranged a room downstairs for Mo Yan. After dinner, Mo Ran went into the room to chat with Mo Yan.


    "Ranran, this vi is so big," Mo Yan said enviously. Wasn’t this the house of her dreams?


    Mo Ran didn’t see it as something special, "It’s too big, living in it feels so lifeless. Actually, as long as the house is suitable, that’s good enough. Having too many rooms, they just stay empty anyway."


    Furthermore, it wasn’t her house, so she felt nothing about it.


    Her words, to Mo Yan’s ears, sounded like a typical case of feigning modesty while enjoying the benefits.


    "I actually like this kind of house a lot. It would be nice if I also had one. Ranran, to be honest with you, I nned to have the baby in order to break into high society. But all my dreams and hopes... they’ve all fallen through," Mo Yan said with dimmed eyes.


    Mo Ran was slightly stunned; she didn’t realize this was what Mo Yan had been thinking.


    "Sis, were you nning to have the child to threaten the Yang Family?"


    Even though ’threaten’ was not a pleasant word, that was what she meant. Mo Yan was in a bad mood and didn’t mind her knowing, "Yeah, that was my n. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of it."


    Every day, she would fantasize about her future life. The thought of entering high society, wearing all designer brands, mingling with the upper ss – it made her smile even in her dreams.


    She thought she would seed, thought nothing would go wrong...


    Mo Yan felt a surge of sadness, and tears began to fall. This was the first time she cried since the miscarriage. It was less for the loss of the child, and more for her shattered dreams.


    "Sis!" Mo Ran grabbed her hand, somewhat anxiously, "Don’t be sad, we have other ways to have a good life. I will work hard to earn money; I won’t let you suffer, and we’ll definitely live well."