10: Chapter 10 We Meet Again
“Go on,” Mo Yan watched Mo Ran run off to catch the bus before she turned around.
A flicker of guilt passed through her eyes, then vanished.
As she walked to the door, she unexpectedly bumped into Gu Yixuan.
The man leaned casually against the sleek wall, arms crossed, and gave her a faint smile.
That smile was somewhat eerie, as if he saw right through her thoughts.
Mo Yan felt a twinge of unease and put on a smile to greet him, “Mr.
The man didn’t respond to her but turned and walked inside.
Mo Yan’s smile faded, and she unintentionally clenched her fists, her expression turning unsightly.
That evening, Mo Yan didn’t return home.
She called Mo Ran and said that it was too late, and she and a few friends had decided to stay overnight in a hotel; Mo Ran didn’t suspect anything.
In the following days, Mo Ran didn’t go to ‘Night Charm’ to pick up Mo Yan.
Today, the school was expecting a VIP, the person who was about to buy the private high school.
This owner was said to be very secretive.
Other than knowing his surname was Gu, no one knew his first name.
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In the entire school, it was Mo Ran, the young and beautiful dance teacher, who had the lightest schedule; the principal decided to take her to welcome the mysterious owner.
The two of them waited and waited at the school gate until finally, a silver luxury sports car arrived.
Seeing the familiar vehicle, Mo Ran’s eyelids twitched, sensing a bad premonition.
The car stopped in front of them, and the person who got out was indeed Gu Yixuan.
Today he wore a white shirt and a black suit, less flamboyant and more serious than usual.
“Hello, may I ask, are you Mr.
Gu?” the portly principal asked with a sycophantic smile, squinting his beady eyes.
The man handed over a business card to the principal, “Gu Yixuan.”
The principal suddenly widened his eyes, taking the business card respectfully with both hands.
Gu, we are extremely honored to have you visit Qinghua Middle School for an inspection!” The principal bowed politely.
He truly hadn’t expected that their future owner would be the head of W City’s largest conglomerate.
Perfect, Qinghua Middle School would now be part of Gu Family’s assets.
Mo Ran kept her head down, respectfully silent.
The man’s gaze still fell on her, and the principal promptly introduced her, “Mr.
Gu, this is our school’s dance teacher, Miss Mo Ran.”
“Miss Mo, we meet again,” he said.