Page 821 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

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Jian Ran’s wrist was firmly clasped by Han Siming, leaving her immobile, her beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of disgust at the sight of the tears and struggles within Han Siming’s eyes.

When had the once gentle and refined young man changed into such a state?

Jian Ran tugged at the corner of her mouth, a cold smile forming as she said fiercely,

"Han Siming, let go..."

Whether in public or private, she was Gu Mochen’s secret wife.

But the fact that they were husband and wife was indisputable.

So, she was Han Siming’s sister-in-law.

This was also an undeniable fact.

Han Siming: "..."

Han Siming gazed at the woman before him with tears streaming down his face, voice hoarse and choked with sobs.

"Let go? Ranran, how can you ask me to let go... I’m begging you not to leave me... come back to my side, divorce my brother, everything that happened in the past was all my fault."

Jian Ran: "..."

Now what? Play the wise after the event like Zhuge Liang? Is there any point?

Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes turned increasingly piercing as she tugged at the corner of her lip, going back to his side.

Han Siming surely was too imaginative.

"Sorry... Han Siming, I am your sister-in-law, my husband is Gu Mochen."

Jian Ran’s words carried weight, especially after Gu Mochen opened his heart to her... and even more so when Gu Mochen accepted Tang Bao as if she were his own flesh and blood.

In every detail, Gu Mochen and Han Siming were worlds apart, without any basis for comparison.

Han Siming: "..."

My husband... is Gu Mochen.

Han Siming’s face turned pale upon hearing Jian Ran’s words...

Gu Mochen...

He was his own older brother, how could he snatch away the woman he loved the most.

A hint of obsession and even insanity flickered through Han Siming’s dark eyes as he tightened his hold on Jian Ran’s hand with force enough to nearly crush her arm.

Jian Ran winced in pain, unable to help furrowing her brows.

"Han Siming, you’re hurting me..."

Han Siming was oblivious to Jian Ran’s words, abruptly pulling her forcefully into his embrace, attempting to seal her rosy lips with a kiss.

"You are mine... You can’t leave, Jian Ran, whatever you want... I can give it to you... if it’s the Han Family... I’ll give it to you too..."

Jian Ran: "..."

Ha, now... Does he think he can win me over with the so-called Han Family possessions, just like his mother?

Like mother, like son indeed.

Jian Ran tried to struggle out of Han Siming’s embrace but was gripped tightly by the man, causing her beautiful eyes to flash with alarm.

"Han Siming... let me go."

"I can’t..."

Han Siming watched as Jian Ran kept turning her head, struggling, his thin lips urgently attempting to catch hers, yet thwarted by her dodges time and again.

Just as Han Siming was about to succeed, suddenly a vicious force seized his arm, followed by the sensation of a harsh punch to his handsome face.

"Ah..."

Before Han Siming could react, he was swiftly knocked to the ground by Gu Mochen’s clean strike.

Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes were filled with panic, obviously still shaken from the recent struggle.

Seeing this, Gu Mochen furrowed his brows and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

Jian Ran: "..."

Jian Ran met the man’s concerned gaze, her eyes somewhat moist, pondered for a moment, and shook her head.