Chapter 124 - Jian Ran Was Never Yours to Begin With 2 Updates

Four years ago, Jian Ran was just an 18-year-old child.From a person of high status to one who had to beg others for help, read their faces, and struggle to make a living, not to mention Tang Bao’s illness.

In the first two years, she gave birth to a child and without Gu Mochen’s million, she barely scraped by on odd jobs.

Latterly, when Tang Bao fell ill and during Jian Anguo’s second trial, even though she had Gu Mochen’s million, it was quickly spent.

Jian Ran had always been proud, so she rarely showed her weaknesses.

Now, the secrets she had guarded were exposed, and she felt somewhat relieved.

In these four years, she only had a child by her side.

Her once loving parents—one disappeared, the other was jailed—she had no one to confide in.

Qin Mu held Jian Ran in his arms with great sympathy, his dark eyes furrowing as he listened to the low sobs of the woman.

Jian Ran seldom cried like this.

What exactly had happened initially?

Why did Jian Ran lose her innocence so inexplicably?

Could it be part of some conspiracy?

“Qin Mu, I want to go home, I want to see Tang Bao.”

Right now, the person Jian Ran wanted to see the most was Tang Bao.

Nothing was better than holding the little one in her arms.

Hearing Jian Ran’s words, Qin Mu’s thin lips pressed together before he said, “Alright.”

Afterward, Qin Mu carefully took out a tissue to wipe away the tears at the corner of Jian Ran’s eyes before driving away.

Although today was the old master’s birthday feast, Jian Ran’s current state indeed made it inappropriate for her to stay longer.

Yes, he would come back later to apologize to the old master.

The fear was that once the old master knew that the Tiger painting was Jian Ran’s work, then the news that Jian Ran was Mrs.

Gu would spread uncontrollably.

Inside the Qin Family mansion:

Han Siming’s dark eyes were filled with dull pain as he looked at Gu Mochen in front of him and said, “Brother, what is your relationship with Jian Ran?

Is she really my sister-in-law?”

Han Siming was full of disbelief.

Jian Ran…

How could she have such a relationship with him.

This relationship undoubtedly pushed them both into a corner.

Gu Mochen’s lips pressed together, as he did not intend to hide anything, his dark eyes cold as a blade.

“As you see, she is your sister-in-law.

Jian Ran is the reputed Mrs.

Gu who prepared lunch in the Gu Family’s rest room.”

Confronting Han Siming’s anger and frustration, Gu Mochen appeared considerably more composed.

“Siming, previously, I was not aware that Jian Ran was the woman you have been searching for.

For this, although ignorance is no guilt, I must still say I’m sorry.”

Gu Mochen was indeed speaking the truth.

If he had known earlier that Jian Ran was the woman Han Siming was looking for, he would never have married her.

Before Jian Ran worked for the Gu Family, this so-called Mrs.

Gu was nothing but a figurehead.

Now, having spent some time with Jian Ran,

He knew she was the woman he wanted.

Gu Mochen would not skimp on the possessiveness he felt in his heart.

Thus, even now, knowing that Jian Ran was the woman Han Siming was looking for, he would definitely not let go.

Upon hearing Gu Mochen’s words, Han Siming turned pale.

“Brother, you didn’t love Jian Ran initially, there was no foundation of feelings.

Did you marry her for the Gu Family’s shares?”

Listening to Han Siming’s accusations, Gu Mochen’s lips twitched slightly.

It’s true, his initial motive for marrying Jian Ran was not pure.

He wanted to get the shares back from the Gu Family after the marriage, after all, the Gu Family was really a dowry from his own mother.

He was simply reclaiming what was his.

Initially, the marriage between him and Jian Ran was a matter of convenience, but now, things had changed.

Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth with a serious frown, “Siming, as I have already said, there is, and only ever will be, one Mrs.

Gu.

In the past, now, and in the future, there will only be one.”

Han Siming’s heart skipped a beat because of Gu Mochen’s words, a sour and bitter feeling churning inside.

Once Gu Mochen made a commitment to someone or something, he would not change his mind.

He was a man of deep convictions.

“Brother, I’m willing to give you all of Han Family’s shares.

I just want Jian Ran.

Please return Jian Ran to me.”

Han Siming was not a man driven by a zeal for business; Jian Ran was the treasure he had cherished for so many years.

Now suddenly missing her, he felt very unsettled.

Han Siming felt extremely suffocated, his complexion as pale as paper.

Previously composed and graceful, he now seemed like an ant on a hot pot, distraught and begging desperately.

“Return her to you?

Siming, ask yourself honestly, if you want to marry Jian Ran, can you get past Dong Qin?”

Han Siming: “…”

Gu Mochen’s words hit the mark, and Han Siming’s handsome face became even paler, devoid of any color.

“Ranran was bewitched when she took Mother’s one million back then.

As long as I help Jian Ran return the money, Mother will definitely forgive and forget.

Brother, I’m confident of this.”

Gu Mochen, hearing Han Siming’s fanciful words, pursed his usually cold lips.

“Siming, originally, Jian Ran did not take Dong Qin’s one million.

Two years ago, the extra million in her account was given by me.”

After speaking, Gu Mochen placed his hand on Han Siming’s shoulder, saying meaningfully,

“So, I’m sorry, it’s not a matter of whether I will give her back to you or not.

Jian Ran was never yours to begin with because you don’t deserve her.

Without even the most basic trust, what trust is there to speak of?”

Having said that, Gu Mochen ignored an astoundingly shocked Han Siming and walked straight towards the living room.

Leaving Han Siming utterly disbelieving, he stood still on the spot.

What does that mean?

Jian Ran didn’t take Mother’s one million back then?

Why…

didn’t she tell him…

Why?

Han Siming seemed to realize something and his expression changed again.

Initially, it was he who harbored preconceived notions and questioned Jian Ran about taking Mother’s one million.

Knowing Jian Ran’s character, seeing his lack of trust, she wouldn’t have bothered to explain much…

Filled with regret, Han Siming’s chest was seething with anger, hating himself for not being able to strangle himself.

Han Siming, how could you do this?

When Jian Ran needed you the most, you chose not to trust…

From now on, it’s too late for regrets.