Chapter 145 - Marital Fun Seeking First Subscription 17
Chapter 145 of "Assistant to My Contracted Husband" introduces: Jian Ranâs small hand clenched tightly, truly not wanting to linger in the Gu Family... Read on to discover!
Jian Ranâs small hand clenched tightly, truly not wanting to linger in the Gu Family home any longer.She pursed her lips and said softly, âItâs getting late, Mo Chen, should we go to work at Gu Corporation now?â
After she finished speaking, Jian Ran hooked the corner of her mouth and smiled sweetly.
Gu Mochen narrowed his dark eyes, hearing Jian Ranâs words, his gaze drifted toward Han Siming not far away.
âSiming, the design proposal for the new Han Family building has always been followed up by your sister-in-law.
Are there any other questions you want to ask?
If so, you can come with us to Gu Corporation.â
Han Siming: ââŚâ
Show of affectionâŚ
he had seen so much of it already.
It was enough; he didnât need any more.
Han Siming squeezed out a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth, eventually shaking his head.
âBrother, no needâŚ
Sister-in-law, there are some things I would like to ask youâŚ
Is it convenient now?â
Jian Ran listened to Han Simingâs somewhat dull pain in his voice, inexplicably feeling a bit sorrowful, and saw that Gu Mochen remained unruffled.
However, the man unconsciously tightened his grip on her small hand.
It was an obvious warning from the man.
Jian Ran pursed her lips, intuitively understanding.
âMo Chen?
What do you think?â
Jian Ran tried as much as possible to portray the demeanor of a little girl who listened to whatever Gu Mochen said.
Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly, grasping the womanâs small hand firmly, âOf course, thereâs no problem.
Ranran, Iâll wait for you in the garage.
Come find me after you and Siming are done talking.â
âOkay.â
Gu Mochen looked deeply at Jian Ran in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he kissed the womanâs fair small hand he was holding.
Jian Ran felt immense pressure under the manâs exquisite gaze, her heart beating wildly non-stop; she then proceeded to walk to the sofa with Han Siming, while Gu Mochenâs tall figure had already headed toward the direction of the garage.
Clearly, he was giving them a private space.
After Gu Mochen left, Jian Ranâs mouth twitched slightly, and she spoke softly.
âWhether you believe it or not, I initially had no idea about your relationship with Gu Mochen, and there were other reasons for my marrying himâŚ
What the specifics are, itâs my personal affair, and Iâm not at liberty to tell you.â
âUmâŚ
Then, Siming, Iâm sorry that I kept it a secret after you returned, it was just to avoid mutual embarrassment.â
With these words, Jian Ran spread her small hands, indicating that she was really sorry.
Han Siming, witnessing such a gesture from Jian Ran, his lips curled into a bitter smile.
âI really donât know if I have the right to stand in front of you anymoreâŚ
Iâm sorry, Jian Ran.â
Jian Ran: ââŚâ
Jian Ran hadnât expected that Han Siming would actually apologize to her; her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, somewhat perplexed.
Han Siming gazed deeply at the woman in front of him and said hoarsely, âWhyâŚ
didnât you tell me that back then, you didnât take the one million from my mother?â
Jian Ran: ââŚâ
So he knew.
This matterâŚ
if Han Siming knew, then most likely it was Gu Mochen who told him.
But how would Gu Mochen know?
Jian Ranâs thoughts were a bit chaotic, the corners of her mouth tightened, and her beautiful eyes turned piercingly cold.
âDoes it make a difference?
Whether I told you or not, Siming, back then, you werenât planning on trusting me, were you?
So, whether I said it or not, it made no difference.â
After pausing, recalling the past events, Jian Ran felt a slight heartache.
Her eyes drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Gu Mochenâs tall figure leaning against the car door, she whispered.
âThe point is, itâs all in the past now; I am doing very wellâŚ
I am very happy now.â
âRanran, donât lie to me anymore.
I know that your relationship with Brother is not good, that you didnât marry him for love in the first place; it was for money, wasnât it?
Did you take his one million or not?â