Page 770 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Gu Mochen’s lips curled into a smile tinged with mockery, his dark eyes swirling with both an apology and irony.

Gu Mochen, you motherfucker, you’ve finally met your day.

...

After Gu Mochen had collected his emotions, he adjusted himself and took the private elevator straight down to the underground garage on the first floor.

He hadn’t forgotten... that piece of scum Wang Wu was right here...

Secretary Zhou and the other bodyguards had been waiting here for a long time; when they saw Gu Mochen’s tall figure approaching, they greeted him with the utmost respect, not daring to show any negligence.

Wang Wu’s entire scalp was bloody, having just had his hair yanked out, so his scalp was torn, and the blood had already dried.

Gu Mochen’s gaze swept coolly over the man in front of him, then his thin lips pursed slightly.

"Wake him up..."

"Yes, Boss Gu."

Secretary Zhou, seeing Gu Mochen’s unusually solemn expression, didn’t dare to make a sound and signaled the bodyguards beside him to prepare scalding hot water.

...

"Ahhh..."

In his unconscious state, Wang Wu once again felt scalding hot water being poured over his entire body, causing him excruciating pain.

"No, please... don’t kill me... Have mercy, my good man... It hurts like hell."

Wang Wu struggled fiercely, but he was tied to a chair, unable to move. He didn’t know what material they used, but it was certainly not ordinary hemp rope.

Having mixed with the criminal underworld, Wang Wu knew very well that the man before him was not someone to be trifled with.

This time, he had really gotten into big trouble.

Wang Wu saw the man before him enveloped in a chill; the dangerous aura emanating from him was clearly murderous.

Wang Wu pissed his pants again in fear.

"Boss... I beg you, please let me go. I’ve already... I’ve told you everything I know... sob sob..."

Gu Mochen: "..."

Gu Mochen completely ignored Wang Wu in front of him, his thin lips pursed, his words ice-cold, like millennia-old ice.

"Wang Wu, tell me... what exactly does Dong Qin want you to do next?"

Wang Wu: "..."

Settling scores after the autumn.

Wang Wu racked his brains, knowing he couldn’t deceive the man before him and quickly groveled.

"She... it was all orchestrated by that old woman alone; it has nothing to do with me. She told me... to fight Jian Ran for custody of Tang Bao... to force her to divorce Gu Mochen, and that’s it... Haha, if she divorces Gu Mochen, she’ll have to spit out the shares from the marriage..."

By this point, Wang Wu was speaking incoherently.

"How should I know who Gu Mochen is... No, that’s not right... I mean, the Boss of the Gu Family... that Gu Mochen... Ouch, fuck... Jian Ran is something else, actually Mrs. Gu, haha..."

Wang Wu, a man with a thick skull, was nothing but a brute; it seemed that only now had he started to untangle these relationships. After blabbering to himself, he suddenly froze on the spot.

Gu Mochen?

Mrs. Gu...

The man before me... some call him Mr. Gu, others call him Boss Gu...

At this thought, Wang Wu swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he whispered, "You... you... You are Gu Mochen?"

Gu Mochen: "..."

Truly an idiot.

Secretary Zhou and the other bodyguards around couldn’t help but cover their mouths, their eyes filled with laughter.

Gu Mochen simply gave the man before him a cool glance and did not deny it.