Page 918 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Inside the Gu Family hall:

Han Siming looked at Jian Ran in front of him in utter disbelief.

Jian Ran’s reaction... always exceeded his expectations.

He once thought... given Jian Ran’s temperament, the incident from 4 years ago was definitely his trump card.

As long as Jian Ran knew that the man back then was Gu Mochen, she would surely hate him to the bone, and their relationship would have no chance of easing.

Now it seems, Han Siming felt as though he had been fiercely slapped across the face.

Han Siming’s complexion turned quite unsightly, even deathly pale, as he muttered to himself.

"No way... it’s impossible... Ranran, you’re lying to me, tell me, you must hate Gu Mochen, right?"

Jian Ran: "..."

Jian Ran glanced indifferently at the frantic man in front of her, her lips pursed in a hint of sarcasm.

"Sorry... but that’s not the case, I love him, he is the father of my child..."

Pausing briefly, Jian Ran wanted to say something more, but upon seeing Han Siming’s face slightly change and his gaze shift behind her, she spotted the tall figure of Gu Mochen.

Jian Ran tugged at the corner of her mouth...

Some words, she feared, might already have been overheard by Gu Mochen.

Jian Ran awkwardly averted her gaze, her small hand clenched into a fist, worried about the impact on the child in her belly, so she had always tried to maintain her mood as serene and cheerful.

But... it was clear that under the current circumstances, she was unable to feel any joy.

...

Because of Jian Ran’s words, Gu Mochen felt a sudden stirring in his heart.

Suddenly, he had some understanding... why it’s said that a beloved woman is like a rib taken from a man.

Jian Ran was the rib he was missing.

The existence of this woman, was vitally important to him.

After dispersing the media, Gu Mochen extended his arm to embrace Jian Ran’s slender waist, shielding her behind him, his dark eyes sweeping coldly over the man in front of him, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Han Siming... the show is over, I think... it’s time for you to leave, or do you need the Gu Family’s security to make you leave?"

Gu Mochen delivered the eviction order without mercy. Han Siming’s face turned white again, his large hand clenched into a fist, glaring fiercely at the man in front of him as he barked.

"Gu Mochen, don’t get too cocky. Taking what belongs to others... you’ll have to return it sooner or later. Ranran is mine, and that’s an unchangeable fact."

Gu Mochen: "..."

Gu Mochen’s eyes narrowed, filled with derision, his thin lips almost imperceptibly twitched.

"Really? Sorry... Jian Ran isn’t an object, she is the woman I love... and moreover, I don’t think she is yours. I suggest when you have time, you should go back to America and properly treat your delusional disorder."

From the very beginning, Han Siming didn’t understand the meaning of respect.

This was something that Gu Mochen despised deeply in a man.

Han Siming: "..."

Jian Ran’s heart was slightly touched by Gu Mochen’s words.

Sometimes... the bewitchment... was predestined from the start.

Jian Ran’s lips curled into a bitter smile, the sourness in her heart spreading to her limbs.

Han Siming, on the other hand, was rendered speechless by Gu Mochen’s reprimand.

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward for a moment, and Jian Ran pursed her lips and said.

"Han Siming... I hope you take care of yourself, don’t keep going down a dark path. Sometimes, the most important thing for a person isn’t how far you can go, but... no matter how far you go, remember to leave yourself a way out, otherwise... if there’s no possible talk... that’s a dead end."