Chapter 317: 316 Is Mo Xiuchen going together?
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What was supposed to be a two-person world was disrupted by Gu Kai and his son, turning it into a family reunion dinner for them.
Although Mo Xiuchen cooked a lot of dishes and he and Wen Ran couldn’t finish them all, Gu Yan suggested inviting Wen Jin over. Thus, the task of cooking fell to him and Gu Kai.
Wen Ran sat in the living room chatting with Gu Yan, mostly answering his questions.
Half an hour later, Wen Jin was brought over.
Gu Yan and Wen Jin had already had a long talk before, unlike with Wen Ran, whom he was formally meeting for the first time that night.
In front of Wen Ran, Gu Yan expressed his gratitude to Wen Jin, thanking him for his parents’ life-saving kindness and upbringing towards Wen Ran, as well as his extreme love for Wen Ran as a brother.
The dinner atmosphere was exceptionally good.
Mo Xiuchen was drinking with his father-in-law. Gu Kai had an early operation the next morning, so he only drank a little. Wen Jin was still not fully recovered and didn’t touch any alcohol.
Gu Yan was happy and drank to the point of being a little tipsy.
He laughed and told Mo Xiuchen to take Wen Ran to the Gu Family’s house for dinner tomorrow.
“Uncle Gu, I plan to take Ranran out for a day tomorrow. I have a business trip on Tuesday. After I return from my trip, we’ll go home together. How about that?”
Mo Xiuchen politely declined Gu Yan with a smile. He had already made plans for tomorrow, intending to spend a real two-person world with Ranran away from their disturbances.
“Dad, if it had not been for Ranran, Xiuchen would not have let us in tonight. Let’s not occupy more of their time. Xiuchen has been quite pitiful recently.”
Gu Kai teased, he had been ringing the doorbell for a while outside, but Mo Xiuchen seemed to have no intention of opening the door.
Once inside, he understood as soon as he saw the dishes in the dining room.
Gu Yan laughed out loud: “Okay, I’ll wait a little longer. After all, Ranran will be going to the hospital every day during this period.”
He wished to see his daughter, who he could see anytime.
Cheng Jia had to catch a ride home by herself.
Jiang Liu wanted to pick her up from the hospital, but she declined. He had already made soup at home and was waiting for her on the sofa.
The bright chandelier light shone on his distinct profile. He was wearing only a shirt, reclining on the sofa with a magazine in hand.
At first glance, the languid look on his face made Cheng Jia’s heart skip several beats.
She stood at the door, staring somewhat foolishly at the man on the sofa. She remembered visiting his office and seeing Mo Xiuchen working behind his desk. Her heartbeat became erratic.
The man on the sofa, when focused on something, actually looked a bit like Mo Xiuchen.
What Cheng Jia didn’t know was that Jiang Liu was deliberately imitating him. When she was away, he would gather all of Mo Xiuchen’s information and his rarely available photos.
Then, he made himself the cold-hearted president, imitating every move of Mo Xiuchen.
Seeing Cheng Jia standing in the doorway, he didn’t get up immediately. Instead, he slowly put down the magazine in his hand, slowly looked up, and casually glanced over at her.
Seeing the emotions welling up in Cheng Jia’s eyes, he sneered inwardly and hooked his lips into a smile he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror.
Finally, he got up and walked towards her.
Cheng Jia watched him without blinking. Jiang Liu’s tall figure stopped in front of her. He looked at her deeply, suddenly raised his hand to grab her wrist, and pushed her against the wall.
Before she could react, the sound of the door closing filled her ears. A shadow fell over her eyes, and Jiang Liu leaned down and kissed her fiercely.
“Jiang Liu, you can’t.”
“I know I shouldn’t, but I want you.”
During dinner, Cheng Jia told Jiang Liu that she was going to D Country on Tuesday, and would not be back until three months later.
Jiang Liu frowned tightly when he heard this, “Jiajia, you just had an abortion procedure. You have to rest properly. How can you suddenly go abroad for training?”
Cheng Jia smiled lightly, “This is a rare opportunity. How can a small abortion compare to this training.”
“How many people from your company are going?”
Jiang Liu looked at Cheng Jia puzzled. If she were to leave for three months, he wondered how she could bear to leave him.
“A total of three people. In these three months when I’m not around, don’t go wandering around. I will give you living expenses on time.”
Cheng Jia didn’t immediately abandon Jiang Liu. In fact, she had to rely on Jiang Liu until she got Mo Xiuchen. She believed that there would be a day when he could be useful.
But during this time, Wen Ran couldn’t know about him.
Ever since she was with him, she had been providing for him, giving him good food and clothing, just to hide him better.
“What should I do if I miss you while you’re away for so long?”
Jiang Liu pretended to be reluctant and looked at Cheng Jia affectionately. In reality, whether she was there or not, it didn’t matter to him. As long as she gave him money on time, was he afraid of not being able to find a woman?
“You can find other women.”
Cheng Jia generously reminded him. She didn’t love this man and didn’t care if he found other women, “as long as you don’t contract any infectious disease.”
Jiang Liu stared at her for a while before suddenly asking, “Isn’t Mo Xiuchen going abroad too?”
Cheng Jia’s expression changed at his words, and she said displeasedly, “Jiang Liu, you need to understand your status. Stop having meaningless fantasies. I told you about Young Master Mo, even allowed you to imitate him, but that doesn’t mean you can replace him.”
No matter how much Jiang Liu was like Mo Xiuchen, he would never be him. She would never feel a shred of love for him. He was simply the man she was keeping, a man with some use!