It seems that He Qimo noticed the sarcastic look on Gu Zixuan’s face, and furrowed his brow.
He said, "I came to ask you something today. Was it you who made the report call to Shen Jian妮 yesterday?"
Feeling desolate inside, she forced herself not to shed a single tear. "Yes!" Updates are released by NoveI[F]ire.net
He Qimo frowned even more, "Bring your driver’s license. After lunch, come with me to the police station."
Gu Zixuan trembled, "Why? Do you want me to say she’s my friend, that I lent her the car, get points deducted by the police, receive criticism and education? Bail her out?"
"..." He Qimo squinted slightly, as if finally realizing something was off with Gu Zixuan’s emotions.
Pausing briefly, he suddenly leaned forward, pressing Gu Zixuan against the wall.
A warm breath sprayed down from above, mixed with an unknown cologne on his shirt.
Gu Zixuan couldn’t hold back anymore, her eyes reddened.
"He Qimo, don’t be too excessive!"
"Excessive?" He laughed lightly, "The car is under my name, she’s a public celebrity. How do you want the public to talk?"
"..." Gu Zixuan remained silent.
He Qimo surveyed her up and down, his sarcasm even greater, "Or do you really want everyone to know that your husband gifted a car to a minor model, that the head of Junsheng Group is keeping a mistress and you are about to be kicked out?"
In an instant, Gu Zixuan’s heart shattered.
If Shen Jian妮’s pregnancy report yesterday hadn’t destroyed her sanity, in this moment, hearing the cold words from her husband’s mouth, she felt utterly crushed.
Stubbornly lifting her eyes, she spoke one word at a time, "He Qimo, you may disregard our marital bond, let the media spread this story, I don’t believe if I’m not involved you can’t solve it. At worst, you have your sister to help at home! But it makes no sense to keep pushing. I, Gu Zixuan, will never stoop to such a low thing. You hit my left cheek, yet expect me to offer my right one as well? Dream on!"
Having said this, Gu Zixuan turned away to leave.
He Qimo’s dark eyes deepened, watching her slender silhouette, something brewing slowly within.
A slight pause, not waiting for her to completely leave.
He reached out his long arm, caught her wrist, and pinned her back to the wall.
Gu Zixuan was stunned for a moment; faster still, a scorching body pressed against her.
With it, came the invasion of his cold, thin lips.
Gu Zixuan turned her face away, avoiding it.
He Qimo kissed her earlobe, without anger, softly whispered by her ear, "So, do you feel that there is something between me and her, and you’re angry?"
"She already has a child, and you say there’s nothing? Do you believe that yourself?" Gu Zixuan sneered, looking up at him.
His clear autumn eyes were like a pool of water, capable of absorbing thousands of starlights within.
He Qimo paused for a moment, then his face turned dark and somber.
Backing off, he suddenly walked away without a single explanation.
Silence, a different form of tacit acknowledgment.
Gu Zixuan’s heart ached intensely, making it difficult to breathe.
During lunch, He Qimo and Gu Zixuan remained uncommunicative.
Beside them, Zhou Huimei attentively served soup to He Qimo.
In front of He Qimo, Huimei always acted well, never actively causing trouble for Gu Zixuan.
He Qimo picked at his rice, the sound of silver chopsticks lightly tapping against the porcelain bowl.
After a long while, he finally spoke, "There’s a business reception tonight, come with me."
"I don’t have clothes."
Both spoke up at the same time.