"Then go find out, go investigate!" Moses’s palm slammed down onto the table, "I want to know everything about her, when she was born, who her parents are, what she has done during these six years!"
Around him, everyone immediately fell silent.
Only after he had uttered the last word did the crowd hastily respond with a "Yes!"
Withdrawing his hand, Moses turned to leave, but just as he had turned halfway, he retracted his palm and reached to pick up the lease contract on the table, flipping to the last page.
In the bottom right corner of the last page, there was her signature, "Gan Yuan," clear and distinct.
But it was not the handwriting he was familiar with.
Could it be, it wasn’t her?
Impossible, there couldn’t be such a similar person in this world.
His Gaia couldn’t possibly be dead, it must be her, she must be his Gaia.
On the staircase, a man and a woman descended side by side, whispering and laughing as they went.
At a happy turn in the conversation, Gan Yuan playfully objected, laughing out loud.
The man also lifted the corners of his mouth with her, and just as they reached the stairwell turn, he tightly squeezed the hand that was holding her fingers and gently cautioned.
She laughed in response.
Down the stairs, not to mention Will, even Gan Tang had her mouth wide open in surprise.
"Uncle Will, it’s just like in the movies!"
Will turned his face in confusion, "What movie?"
"In the movies, it’s : the heroine leaves, the hero chases her back, and after one night together, they reconcile as if nothing happened," the little fellow earnestly explained.
Will turned his face again, watching the intimately descending couple on the stairs.
"Yeah, it’s really more dramatic than a movie."
Just previously, Gan Yuan had always been at odds with her husband, opposing him at every turn. Now, all of a sudden, she had completely changed her behavior, which naturally surprised Will.
No wonder, today the master’s whole demeanor was the same. So that was why.
Seeing Huangfu Jue’s gaze turning towards him, he quickly tucked away his thoughts, took a step forward, and respectfully spoke.
"Sir, everything at the airport has been arranged; there is one hour and ten minutes until the flight takes off."
"Good," Huangfu Jue stepped forward, lifting Gan Tang into his arms, then reached out again to take Gan Yuan’s hand, "Let’s go!"
Watching the family of three head towards the door, Will hurried to wave at the bodyguards and then jogged over to help open the car doors.
Huangfu Jue, holding Gan Tang, sat down, and Gan Yuan took her place beside him. As soon as she was seated, his hand reached out again, enclosing her hand in his once more.
Catching this detail, the little fellow secretly smiled and tightened his arm around Huangfu Jue’s neck a bit more.
As the car headed for the airport, Gan Tang began to ask Huangfu Jue about fighter jets, and no matter how tricky or simple his questions, the man always answered seriously and attentively without any hint of half-heartedness.
Although he was continuously talking to the little fellow, his attention never strayed from Gan Yuan. When the car abruptly braked, his arm immediately tensed, pulling her close to prevent her from getting hurt by the inertia.
A simple movement betrayed an endless sense of fond attachment.
Listening to the voices of the father and son, Gan Yuan smiled and glanced from the corner of her eye, noticing a small cotton ball on Huangfu Jue’s sleeve. She extended her right hand, which had been resting on her knee, to pinch off the little cotton ball.