NOVPUB62: Chapter 62 Endless Ambiguities Request for Collection (2)_1
62: Chapter 62 Endless Ambiguities Request for Collection (2)_1
“President Han, what are you looking for?”
Han Siming: “…”
The assistant was completely puzzled.
President Han had just entered the private room with an air of nonchalance, but in the next instant, like a changed person, he dashed out, seemingly terrified of losing something extraordinarily precious.
He searched everywhere, especially the place where he had accidentally bumped into that woman, with particular diligence.
Han Siming’s dark eyes were filled with disappointment—Jian Ran was no longer here.
Just moments ago, he had stubbornly treated Jian Ran like a stranger and walked right past her.
But, he couldn’t lie to his own heart.
He was eager to come back and find her…
Indeed, Jian Ran was the heartless woman who had abandoned him for money, and his pride would never allow him to look back, to linger, but in front of Jian Ran, his pride meant nothing.
…
Jian Ran’s entire body stiffened in place, fearing that Han Siming would take a few more steps forward.
And see her kissing Gu Mochen around the corner.
…
“Time’s up, we should go.”
“Mhm.”
Han Siming’s disappointment was evident in his dark eyes, he pursed his lips, clenched his large hand, and dejectedly chose to leave without continuing.
He had no idea that around the corner was an ambiance of unspoken intimacy.
…
Listening to the familiar footsteps fade away, Jian Ran finally came back to her senses, let out a heavy sigh of relief, and then, taking advantage of Gu Mochen’s momentary distraction, she suddenly lifted her leg and struck directly between the man’s legs.
Gu Mochen had thought Jian Ran’s lack of struggle was a sign of acquiescence, but the woman suddenly attacked him.
He deftly pinned her against the wall once more.
His thin lips reluctantly left the woman’s lips, his eyes half-closed.
If he hadn’t moved away quickly, he would have been seriously hit by Jian Ran.
“Jian Ran, this is what you call bullying, do you understand?”
Jian Ran: “…”
Damn it, this was clearly hooliganism.
“Sorry, President Gu’s taste is too sophisticated for me to understand…
This is the Guohao contract, President Cui signed it, and now it’s yours…
I’m off work.”
Having said that, Jian Ran threw the contract President Cui had just signed onto Gu Mochen, hastily wiped her lips clean, and left.
Gu Mochen: “…”
Watching the woman’s flustered departure, Gu Mochen frowned slightly—the little wench really had no conscience.
Clearly, he had upended the entire Guohao for her.
…
Secretary Zhou, having dealt with President Cui, returned to find Gu Mochen alone, pensively touching his lips, and respectfully approached.
“President Gu, President Han must have been waiting for a long time.”
The implication was that it was time to meet him.
“Mhm.”
Gu Mochen’s lips curved slightly, not dwelling on the kiss with Jian Ran any longer, and he casually headed towards the private room they had reserved.
As he entered the room, he saw Han Siming drinking from one glass to the next, and upon sitting down, he saw Han Siming finish an entire bottle of red wine in one gulp.
“What’s wrong?”
“Brother, I just met the girl I’ve been searching for.”
‘The girl’ was self-explanatory—Gu Mochen knew it was the woman Han Siming had grown up with, loved for many years, but ultimately without fruition.
Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to pat Han Siming’s shoulder.
“Man, find your spirit.”
After the death of Gu Mochen’s mother, his father Gu Wei married Han Siming’s mother Dong Qin.
Dong had been married to Han Wen before, but after Han Wen’s death, it seemed as though Han Siming was her baggage.
In reality, Gu Wei and Dong Qin had a clandestine affair earlier on.
Han Siming was Gu Mochen’s half-brother from the same father.
Although Dong Qin was bent on seizing power of the Gu Family for Han Siming, Han Siming had always respected Gu Mochen and the two shared a good personal relationship.
After returning to the country, he specifically took the time out to meet Gu Mochen.
