However, regarding her "past" with Feng Chengjin, she didn’t intend to make it public.
"Perhaps, he’s afraid of being caught by the media?"
Yu Wei clearly didn’t agree with this explanation.
But before she could speak again, Gu Zixuan stopped her.
"Alright, Weiwei, let’s talk about something serious. I didn’t come back last night; did anyone call you?"
On the other end of the line, there was a pause, the tone slowly turned cold, "He Qimo called looking for you last night."
In the mirror, Gu Zixuan quietly looked at the face inside, for a moment, her fingertips paused on her face...
When she got home, it was already close to noon.
She opened the black, hollowed-out iron gate, and inside, the butler respectfully made a bow. "Young Madam is back."
"Yes." Gu Zixuan curled her lips, parked the car, and then handed the car key to the butler, walking along the long ash-colored pavement inside by herself.
He Qimo is a man of great taste; the villa is built in a low-key yet simple and luxurious way, but unlike the refreshing and grand style seen in the morning, the villa resembles an 18th-century Western royal estate.
As she walked up, Gu Zixuan took a deep breath and twisted open the villa door.
As expected, in the living room, several sullen faces were sitting.
The leading woman was dressed in a luxurious silk cheongsam, wearing a full set of Akoya South Sea white pearl jewelry.
Upon seeing her, she slammed the teacup in her hand onto the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.
"Gu Zixuan! You do remember to come back!"
Gu Zixuan narrowed her gaze, and after a long while, awkwardly squeezed out a word from her lips, "Mom." Thɪs chapter is updated by noᴠelfire.net
In the living room, Zhou Huimei was sneering coldly.
The disdainful look was not like she was looking at her daughter-in-law, but more like she was looking at something dirty.
"Mom? I don’t think I can even bear the title of the Gu Family’s Miss from you, right? If you don’t understand the importance of carrying on the family line, it’s already been eight years without giving us a child from Qimo, let alone knowing basic family rules and manners. This habit of not coming home at night, dare I ask, is it your father who taught you that?"
Gu Zixuan froze, her eyes faintly red as she clutched her handbag so tightly her knuckles turned white, "Don’t mention my father!"
"Why shouldn’t I mention him?" Zhou Huimei leaned back and laughed.
"The things your family has done are all over the political and business news, who in the whole city doesn’t know? Now, we of the He Family don’t even dare to exit the gates; every time, there are endless journalists coming for interviews, even while having tea with the ladies, they’re asking about the handling of your father’s case."
"A 2.4 billion project embezzlement and bribery case! Gu Zixuan, you might not be ashamed of having a family member in jail, but I sure am! So be sensible and hurry up to divorce from Qimo, will you!"
Gu Zixuan’s face turned pale, gripping her fingertips tightly, not saying a word.
Beside her, a deep voice rang out, "Huimei, they are, after all, in-laws, and Zixuan is now busy with her father’s affairs every day. If she didn’t come home, it must be because she stayed at the Gu Family, do you have to speak so harshly?"
An aged celadon cup was placed on the table, a middle-aged man in a dark brown polo shirt spoke up unhappily.
But before he could finish, the woman eating chips on the sofa nearby laughed, sat up straight, and said, "Dad! This time you are wrong, my brother comes home every day, but she, a married woman who entered a wealthy family, should be more mindful of the influence. Instead of staying at home to serve my brother, every few days she’s either at the Gu Family or at Miss Yu’s place, is it appropriate?"