Page 914 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Inside Huo Zun Castle:

Jian Ran’s face is pale, her expression serious. Han Siming, an employee of the Gu Family design department, is now brazenly telling others that the Gu Family’s principle is to plagiarize and imitate.

So...

This is like the family members hitting each other’s faces.

It’s an admission.

The Gu Family has always vehemently denied that their work is plagiarized and insisted it’s all original.

Now with Han Siming stirring things up...

It’s truly chaos upon chaos.

Gu Mochen sees Jian Ran’s anxious demeanor and tightens his expression; at this moment, Jian Ran’s health is the top priority, the affairs of the Gu Family are no longer so important to Gu Mochen.

But that’s not the case for Jian Ran.

After all... the Gu Family is what Gu Mochen’s mother left behind.

Jian Ran is in the design department; how could she allow scum like Han Siming to tarnish the Gu Family’s reputation?

"Gu Mochen, they are saying Han Siming is holding a press conference right now, let’s head over immediately."

"No... your body won’t allow it."

"It’s fine... I know my own limits, and rather than having you, the president of the Gu Family, intervene personally, I think I, as the head of the design department, will be more persuasive."

Jian Ran is not being petty, but when trouble arrives, it can’t be avoided and must be bravely confronted.

Gu Mochen: "..."

Gu Mochen purses his lips, watching Jian Ran’s determined look, narrowing his dark eyes, and after a long while, he murmurs softly.

"Mhm."

...

Because Jian Ran and Gu Mochen need to rush to the Gu Family, they also took Tang Bao with them, with Secretary Zhou in charge of taking care of her.

Along the way, the little girl doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation, but instead sweetly babbles to Jian Ran non-stop with a smile, bright and beautiful.

Jian Ran’s gaze is always on the little girl’s delicate features, can’t help but murmur low: "She really looks like..."

The father and daughter... the more carefully you look, the more they resemble each other.

In the past, it really wasn’t thought about deeply.

Thinking about this, Jian Ran tugs at the corner of her lips, her hand gently stroking her own abdomen.

They say daughters resemble their fathers, and sons their mothers.

I wonder if there’s a little girl or a Little Demon King in my belly.

Seeing how much trouble she’s already causing early in the pregnancy, I guess it’s probably a Little Demon King.

At this thought, Jian Ran curls the corners of her lips.

Tang Bao then innocently asks, "Mommy... what do you mean by ’really looks like’?"

Jian Ran: "..."

Jian Ran looks at the little girl’s earnest, watery eyes, thinking now... it’s about time to figure out how to tell the little girl that her biological father is Gu Mochen.

"Um... When Mommy figures out how to tell you, Tang Baobao, I’ll tell you, okay? Give Mommy some time..."

"Yay!"

The little girl sweetly snuggles up to Jian Ran, worried that Jian Ran is uncomfortable, and with a milky voice, she attentively says, "Mommy, if the little brother in your belly makes you angry... or tired... you have to tell me, okay? I’ll keep track, and when the little brother grows up, I’ll tell him to apologize to Mommy. "

Jian Ran: "..."

Jian Ran looks at the little girl who is so serious and can’t help but quietly chuckle.

She is just too cute.

"Um, okay... I’ll listen to everything Tang Baobao says."

"Hehe."

Gu Mochen, who is driving, watches the affectionate interactions between mother and daughter through the rearview mirror, his lips curling up slightly, his dark eyes filled with indulgence.