He said impatiently, coldly, "If you don’t open the door right now, I’ll kick it down!"
The door finally opened, and Mo Yan appeared at the doorway.
Her complexion wasn’t good, somewhat haggard, with swollen and red eyes, clearly having cried for a long time.
Gu Yixuan looked at her coldly and said indifferently, "It was Ming Xue who caused your miscarriage, don’t blame everything on Mo Ran. She’s been good enough to you, don’t be ungrateful!"
A glimmer flashed in Mo Yan’s eyes as she looked up at him, her tone equally cold, "This is a matter between sisters, what does it have to do with you?"
Gu Yixuan laughed, but it was a chilling, bloodthirsty laugh, "I really don’t want to meddle in your affairs, but Mo Ran is now my woman, and everything concerning her is my business."
"And how exactly do you intend to ’take care’ of it?" she retorted.
"Apologize to her, say you’ve never blamed her, and never mention the miscarriage in front of her again," he commanded dominantly.
Mo Yan suddenly felt like laughing, but her heart was too desolate to muster even a smile.
Gu Yixuan cared a lot about Mo Ran, she could see that.
What good fortune Mo Ran had, to have such a man care about her. And what about her? She had nothing, even her only bargaining chip was gone.
From now on, she would have no more chances to marry into a wealthy family, no more chances to realize her dreams.
Perhaps, in less than two years, the sisters would be worlds apart. Mo Ran, following Gu Yixuan, would become a noble high above, while she remained a poor and lowly commoner.
They were sisters, sharing the same blood, how could there be such disparity? If they were to be wealthy, they should be wealthy together.
With a purpose in mind, Mo Yan seemed to have found new hope in life.
Meeting Gu Yixuan’s gaze, she smiled and said, "Give me ten million, and I’ll leave and never bother her again. If you don’t want to give it, I can take her away with me."
Gu Yixuan’s eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flickering in them.
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"Isn’t my child worth ten million?" she raised an eyebrow and countered. In any case, the child was gone; might as well get some money first.
Gu Yixuan sneered with a frigid expression, "Take your things and get out now! Don’t let me see you again, or don’t blame me for being rude!"
He had plenty of money, but he wasn’t about to give it away cheaply to anyone.
Mo Yan smiled, turned around, and indeed started to pack her things.