Page 817 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Jian Ran had once envisioned a very romantic scenario.

It was to stroll through the campus with the one she loved.

Women, to some extent, are all sentimental...

And Jian Ran was no exception.

The campus is always seen as the sacred land where love blossoms, with the most youthful and na?vely ignorant romances.

Love that burns passionately, heart-wrenchingly, but is as sweet as honey.

At this moment, Jian Ran felt as though walking alongside Gu Mochen was like a female student strolling with a professor, with a budding affection flowing between them.

Jian Ran curled her lips into a smile, her small hand clasped tightly in Gu Mochen’s palm, while onlookers’ gazes converged on them. She lowered her lovely eyes and blushed, her face as tempting and delicate as a pink apple.

Gu Mochen’s lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile, observing the woman’s coy and blooming demeanor, filled with a deeper meaning.

There’s an eight-year age gap between Jian Ran and himself...

Thus, at times, he was extremely envious of Han Siming and Qin Mu.

Because... they were about the same age as Jian Ran and had accompanied her throughout her youth.

Now... he seemed to understand Huo Zun’s preferences...

To keep Hua Nuan captive by his side, not missing any detail of the woman’s growth...

Such possessiveness...

Gu Mochen’s eyes narrowed slightly; if it were him...

If he knew he would fall in love with Jian Ran in the future.

He would have surely kept the woman by his side with forceful adoration from her youthful days...

Therefore, he who had originally mocked Huo Zun’s obsessive and fervent love, unconcerned with any consequences, now feels that given a choice, he would likely act even more madly and imperiously than Huo Zun.

...

Under the Wisteria Tree, in winter, the Wisteria Tree had withered, leaving only dry branches. Compared to its springtime splendor, it looked exceptionally desolate at this moment.

It had been four years since Jian Ran had returned, and seeing the man standing under the Wisteria Tree, she pursed her lips.

Gu Mochen’s thin lips pressed together as he spoke distinctly, "Jian Ran... go ahead, I’ll wait here for you."

Since Jian Ran had chosen to come clean, Gu Mochen also intended to give her and Han Siming some private space to resolve their issues.

The video of Dong Qin insulting Jian Ran that was revealed to Han Siming was a massive shock to the man.

Not only that...

It was his dearly beloved mother who had orchestrated the whole affair between him and Jian Ran back then.

Otherwise... that accident with Jian Ran wouldn’t have happened.

Thus, all of this... was a self-directed play by Dong Qin, and the real sufferer was Han Siming.

Han Siming’s current helplessness and desire to meet with Jian Ran were largely due to this reason.

"Okay, wait for me a bit; I’ll be back soon."

"Alright."

Gu Mochen leaned down, tenderly combed the strands of hair from her forehead behind her ear, and then kissed her brow, his eyes filled with deep, shimmering affection.

Jian Ran saw the trust in the man’s dark eyes, curled her lips into a smile, took a deep breath, and with Gu Mochen’s support, she felt a newfound courage in her actions.

Step by step, Jian Ran walked towards where Han Siming was.

...

Han Siming, dressed in casual attire, had not opted for a sharp suit. Jian Ran, seeing the man’s scholarly silhouette, was reminded of the Han Siming from their school days.

Back then, he looked just like this.

Always meticulously reading books... and then just as earnestly waxing philosophical about life.