After finishing the porridge, Gu Yixuan told Mo Ran to continue resting. His phone rang, and he took it to the balcony, closing the glass door behind him as he answered the call.
It was Lei Li on the line. He said to Gu Yixuan, "Last night, that woman escaped, but we captured her mother."
A shadow passed through Gu Yixuan’s eyes, and his thin lips parted as he spoke in a cold voice, "With her mother as bait, I don’t believe she won’t show up."
Lei Li laughed, "You might be overestimating that woman’s filial piety. We’ve already tried, even left a message on her phone, telling her that if she’s an hour late, we’ll chop off one of her mother’s hands, and if she’s two hours late, we’ll chop off the other one. Guess what happened?"
"She never showed up?" Gu Yixuan asked with a cold twitch of his lips.
"You’re right, it’s been over a dozen hours, and she still hasn’t shown up. Even if we were to chop her mother, she’d probably be minced by now," said Lei Li, who hadn’t seen such a selfish woman before and spoke of her with disdain.
"Then kill her mother. She’s useless to us anyway."
He knew that Lin Yuxia had been involved as well, and even if it was just for being an accessory to the fact, he wouldn’t let her off.
Not to mention, she not only knew about it but also supported her daughter’s actions.
"What about the Tang Family’s assets?"
Gu Yixuan pondered for a moment and then said, "Those belong to Tang Song, so give them back to him. Consider it a favor I owe him." Original content can be found at novel·fıre·net
Ending the call, Gu Yixuan walked back into the bedroom and found Mo Ran asleep again, her hands pillowing her head. She was sleeping peacefully, without the furrowed brows of last night.
It seemed she had moved past the unpleasant memories of yesterday.
Sitting down gently at the edge of the bed, Gu Yixuan watched her with a tender gaze that revealed a softness he had never shown before.
When Mo Ran woke up again, the sky had already darkened, and the day had passed quickly.
She barely moved when she realized that there was someone sleeping next to her: it was Gu Yixuan.
He was sleeping deeply, his brow ever so slightly furrowed, looking like a little old man, his hair messy—an utterly harmless appearance, completely like that of a big boy.
Mo Ran didn’t move. She gently turned her face toward him, quietly observing his features.
To be honest, this was the first time she looked at him without any reservations and found that he was truly handsome.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Now that Mo Ran had developed feelings for him, she thought he seemed even more like a deity descended from heaven.