120: Chapter 120 Mrs.
Gu is Jian Ran Update 2(1)_1 120: Chapter 120 Mrs.
Gu is Jian Ran Update 2(1)_1 Jian Ran’s face turned deathly pale as Gu Mochen’s tall figure approached her side.
Her heart missed a half beat, and her small hand clutched the corner of her clothes so tightly that her nails were almost embedded into her palm, yet she was completely unaware of it.
Gu Mochen, what exactly do you want?
You wouldn’t be going to announce the relationship between the two of us, would you?
The very thought of that possibility made Jian Ran’s entire body shake uncontrollably.
If from now on she were branded with the three words ‘Mrs.
Gu,’ it would undoubtedly be a descent into hell for her.
She would probably have to live in the depths of a wealthy family’s trials and tribulations for the rest of her life.
She just wanted to be an ordinary person with Tang Bao, nothing more.
Gu Mochen strolled casually to Jian Ran’s side, his thin lips curving slightly, as if mocking.
Noticing the violent trembling of the little girl beside him, he narrowed his dark eyes.
What Jian Ran feared now, was the public announcement of their marital relationship.
Every woman in Yuncheng City wanted to be Mrs.
Gu, but Jian Ran was the only one who resisted, was unwilling, and desperately tried to conceal the news of their marriage.
It was the first time Gu Mochen had ever questioned his own charm.
Because, to him, Jian Ran indeed was a special existence.
Both Han Siming and Qin Mu were somewhat surprised, especially Qin Mu, who was completely baffled.
It was supposed to be a competition between him and Han Siming, so how did Gu Mochen get involved?
The auctioneer had hosted many auctions before but had never seen an unknown designer’s work sell for a sky-high price of 10 billion.
With a bid of 10 billion, this designer from JR must be destined for a rosy future.
Gu intends to support this designer called JR.
Gu has already offered 10 billion!
Gu truly is the helmsman of Yuncheng City, such a grand gesture.”
Upon hearing the words, Gu Mochen’s thin lips curled up slightly, his slender corners of the mouth looking especially enchanting.
Qin Mu was the first to speak out, “Mr.
Gu, why are you so interested in ‘The Tiger of Yin’?”
‘The Tiger of Yin’ was a work by Jian Ran, using the pen name JR.
Could it be that Gu Mochen was bidding so high because he knew it was Jian Ran’s work?
Jian Ran was just an ordinary employee of the Gu Family’s design department.
Logically speaking, Gu Mochen wouldn’t be bidding high for it.
Could there be some hidden reason?
Gu Mochen tugged at the corner of his mouth, speaking indifferently, “Supporting a new designer is a given, of course.
In addition, there’s another important reason: I’m interested in this designer, and I’m sure Young Master Qin is the same, aren’t you?
Your interest in the designer far surpasses that in the work itself.”
Qin Mu’s sore spot was hit, and his face changed slightly.
He was nearly certain that Gu Mochen knew Jian Ran was the designer behind ‘The Tiger of Yin.’
Han Siming observed the back and forth between the two men, furrowing his brows.
He almost blurted out calling Gu Mochen ‘brother,’ but after a thought, he decided to respectfully address him as Mr.
Gu, what do you mean by that?”
JR, first of all, those who knew it was Jian Ran’s work were few and far between; secondly, Gu Mochen was not one to casually throw away money.
Unless, he knew JR was Jian Ran.
Could it be that Gu Mochen was now spending a fortune for Jian Ran?
With this realization, Han Siming’s entire being was shaken.
It was clear that Gu Mochen loved Mrs.
Gu, and he had claimed that before, now, and in the future, there would only be one Mrs.
So what was the meaning of this current situation?
Gu Mochen’s thin lips curled up as he looked towards Han Siming at his side, taking the initiative to speak, “As for the auction, the highest bidder wins.
It is true that both you and Young Master Qin piece, and I shouldn’t be taking what others desire, but sorry, this ‘Tiger of Yin’ is from the hands of my wife, it is my wife’s work.
If I didn’t bid high for it, I fear I would have trouble explaining myself when I got home.”