Chapter 32 - Indirect Kissing 1

Standing between the two men, Jian Ran felt immense pressure, her heart almost leaping into her throat.“I’m going to work now, President Gu, President Qin you can talk.”

Having said that, Jian Ran mustered her courage, stood up straight, and walked toward the hall without looking back, leaving the place of conflict.

Qin Mu watched Jian Ran’s retreating figure with a burning fondness and took the initiative to speak.

“Dongheng International has selected Ran Ran’s design, President Gu really has a keen eye.”

In the dark pupils of Gu Mochen, an ambiguous shimmer flickered, and he pursed his lips.

“The Gu Family has always valued talented individuals, but I must remind you, Young Master Qin, if Old Master Qin finds out you are entangling with a married woman now, the consequences would be unthinkable.”

After finishing, Gu Mochen was pleased to see Qin Mu’s complexion change and curved his lips as he walked in the direction of Jian Ran.

Secretary Zhou, following behind Gu Mochen, keenly sensed something unusual, as President Gu was usually calm as still water, inscrutable, but today he was clearly showing his anger.

Qin Mu stood still, his hand clenched into a fist; indeed, the Qin Family’s views on social status were deeply rooted.

After arriving at the office, Jian Ran immediately bowed her head and got to work because Qin Mu had picked her up by car yesterday, plus today’s ride to the company, had somewhat caused a stir in Gu Family, including the design department.

This Qin Mu was the Crown Prince, a playboy, unrestrained, not bound by the secular world.

It was rare to hear of him actively pursuing someone, yet there were many stories of socialites eagerly vying to become Mrs.

Qin.

After all, Old Master Qin doted on Qin Mu the most…

If one managed to marry into the Qin Family, she would soar up the branches and become a phoenix.

Jian Ran listened to the other female employees’ gossip while working with indifference.

Although Lan Xing detested Jian Ran to the point of gnashing her teeth, she had witnessed Jian Ran’s prowess and no longer dared to target her rashly.

Lunchtime:

When the other colleagues left for the restaurant, Jian Ran took out her lunchbox from her bag and heated it in the microwave in the tea room.

Jian Ran returned to her place, opened her lunchbox, and a delicious aroma wafted out.

Jian Ran smiled slightly; actually, bringing her own lunch every day wasn’t bad, the dishes were simple and tasty, and it helped to save expenses.

Now that she had a permanent job with a sizeable income, she knew it was important to save money for the future.

Preparing to start her meal, Jian Ran unexpectedly saw a tall, straight silhouette at the design department’s door and internally exclaimed in dismay.

Could it be that President Gu was here to settle scores after the fact?

“President Gu…”

Jian Ran stood up respectfully, watching as the tall figure of Gu Mochen approached.

Gu Mochen’s eyes slightly narrowed, scanning the cabbage and beef, tomato and eggs, and the shredded potatoes with green pepper in the lunchbox—simple yet appetizing.

In the morning, Qin Mu’s shouts still echoed in her ears.

Ran Ran’s breakfast tastes so good, no less than the chefs at the Michelin Five-Star Hotel.

Feeling the intense gaze of the man, Jian Ran thought for a moment and took the initiative to confess her fault.

“President Gu, the reason I told Qin Mu that my husband…

died is because I’m officially married, but…

since there hasn’t been such a person by my side, it would inevitably raise suspicion.

Claiming he passed away seemed like a one-stop solution; my intention was also to spare you any unnecessary trouble.

And having breakfast together this morning was to express my gratitude for him giving me a ride to work.”

“Please believe me, President Gu, I have not done anything to betray you.”

After speaking in one breath, Jian Ran looked up at the man in front of her.

She wasn’t short among women, but she only reached the chest of Gu Mochen—the man’s features were stern, and his presence oppressive.