The Chen Family’s stock was acquired by someone yesterday, the timing was really coincidental.
She looked at Gu Yixuan and asked, "Do you know about this?"
"I know." Gu Yixuan’s lips curled into a sinister smile, a shadowy glint flashing across his eyes.
A thought suddenly struck Mo Ran, and she voiced it, "Is the mysterious person who acquired the Chen Family’s stock you?"
The man admitted freely, "Mhm."
"You should know why," he glanced at her, his gaze deep.
Mo Ran’s heart skipped a beat, she dared not imagine that Gu Yixuan would destroy a company for her...
To him, she was just a woman who could pique his interest. Was his taking revenge for her because he disliked other men touching his things?
Mo Ran would not allow herself to think that Gu Yixuan did it because he had fallen for her.
She was well aware that for people like Gu Yixuan, they had everything except for true emotions.
To be honest, she felt not a hint of guilt about the Chen Family being ruined because of her. Who made Chen Yao so detestable; there’s always something hateful about a pitiful person.
After the call with Tang Song that day, Mo Ran didn’t receive any calls from him for the next two days. Just when she thought Tang Song had completely given up, she received another call from him.
Seeing that familiar phone number, her heart raced, and she hesitated to answer the call. Check latest chapters at novel-fire.ɴet
Gu Yixuan was in the bathroom taking a shower, and if he suddenly stumbled upon her, she didn’t know what he would do to her.
Mo Ran decided to press the phone under her pillow and ignore it, but the ringing still reached her ears.
Fearing that Gu Yixuan would hear it, she took it out to hang up, turned the ringer to vibrate, and continued to press it under the pillow. The phone rang again, emitting a faint muffled sound from beneath the pillow.
In the vast bedroom, there was only Mo Ran, sitting motionlessly on the bed, clearly feeling the vibration of the phone.
Why, why did he still call?
Mo Ran felt her heart was in turmoil, she didn’t want to have any contact with him anymore, but she didn’t want to hurt him heartlessly either.
The sound of water continued to whoosh in the bathroom, quite loudly. Mo Ran bit her lip, took out her phone, walked to the balcony, and answered the call.
She placed the phone to her ear, not speaking a word. The person on the other end was also silent, but she could hear faint breathing.
Gazing at the distant dazzling neon lights and feeling the cold breeze, Mo Ran was enveloped in a sense of sadness.