Chapter 303: Chapter 282: Reward
Fun, really?
When the Gu Family fell from grace overnight, Gu Dezhong died of a serious illness, and she was abandoned and left to wander alone, he told her all this was for fun.
Gu Qili couldn’t describe what she was feeling at this moment—if she had a knife in her hand, she would not hesitate to stab him with it.
Gu Qili really wanted to say that she didn’t want that kind of compensation, but after her impulsive anger, reason told her she couldn’t give up the winery; he was right.
She suddenly laughed, took two steps forward, and under Mu Shuoqian’s gaze, she opened her arms and hugged him, standing on tiptoe and resting her chin on his shoulder with force.
In an extremely pleasing voice, she whispered into his ear: "Mu Shuoqian, you made me lose a loved one,
Outside was clear skies for miles, but his life had already begun to rain.
"Sir, sir, please clean yourself up." A waiter came over and handed him a clean damp towel.
Mu Shuoqian ignored it and walked out with big steps, covered in coffee stains.
He took his car keys to the underground parking lot, and soon, a black Mercedes-Benz sped out of the parking space.
Inside the villa at Tan Creek, Qiu Lan was having the servants pack her luggage, but they were only halfway done when there was a knock on the door.
After opening the door, the servant said, "Young Master."
"Shuoqian, why are you here?" Dressed in a violet gown with a pattern of violets blooming around the waist, Qiu Lan’s face lit up with a smile when she saw Mu Shuoqian: "I’ve asked the kitchen to prepare a meal."
"No need." Mu Shuoqian cut her off with a cold voice, glancing at the servant still packing, "Get out."
Qiu Lan was taken aback for a moment, then noticed his disheveled appearance, as if he’d been in a fight, with a blood-red mark on his neck. She nodded to the servant, who then left.
"Shuoqian, what happened to you? Why are you bleeding so much?" Qiu Lan concernedly reached for the first aid kit.
"Why did you tell her?" His voice was colder than before, "What did you promise me once?"
Qiu Lan looked at him puzzled: "Shuoqian, Mom doesn’t understand what you’re talking about?"
"Enough, how long will you keep up this act? The truth behind the Gu family’s bankruptcy is known only to you and me. If it wasn’t you who told her, then was it me?" Murderous rage was emanating from Mu Shuoqian, his eyes dark red with fury.
"Shuoqian, really, Mom didn’t say anything, I promised you and I would keep my word. Besides, what benefit would there be for me? Even if I don’t like you associating with Gu Dezhong’s daughter, you’ve already broken it off with her, so why would I bother going the extra mile?" Qiu Lan looked at him earnestly, "Son, I know you once cared a lot for Gu Dezhong’s daughter. You can overlook the past deeds of Gu Dezhong, but can his daughter? Not everyone can put aside hatred for the sake of love like you do. Mom did this for your own good; because the truth will come out eventually, it’s better to end things sooner rather than later."
"Stop talking. Even if it wasn’t you who told her, you can’t absolve yourself from this matter." Mu Shuoqian finished speaking and, waving his sleeve, walked away.
Qiu Lan panicked and quickly followed, "Shuoqian, won’t you at least have a meal with Mom?"
"I’m not in the mood, you eat by yourself." Mu Shuoqian went to the door and suddenly stopped again. The flicker of joy on Qiu Lan’s face was extinguished by his next words: "As soon as this matter is settled, I expect the minimum trust from you, so I hope you won’t come back. Also, I don’t want a repeat of the incident at the restaurant."
Qiu Lan opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, didn’t speak. She could only watch powerlessly as Mu Shuoqian slammed the door and left.
"What’s going on?" Qiu Lan muttered to herself, "Who could have said it?"
She hadn’t told anyone about this incident. Even if she didn’t want Gu Qili and Mu Shuoqian to be involved with each other, she would never think of disclosing this matter because she knew it was the last line that Mu Shuoqian would not cross.
"Madam, should I continue packing the luggage?" The servant, hearing no further commotion, knocked on the door.
"Hmm, pack it up and then have it sent to the airport." Although she has always been in the country,
Jason, despite his powerful influence, is not a lecherous man. In the ten years of marriage to Qiu Lan, he never had an affair, almost leading a life of pure and simple desires. Therefore, she couldn’t just ignore a situation like this, even if she trusted Jason, she didn’t trust that woman from Country Z who suddenly appeared.
"Have Miss [Qiu Yufei] come back." Qiu Lan sat on the sofa, still thinking about the previous incident. Mu Shuoqian’s attitude made her heart flutter; he was her only son, and she did not want to see the gap between them widen any further.
After the servant finished the call and came back to report: "Madam, she still has things to take care of over there."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Lan frowned and personally picked up her mobile phone to call Qiu Yufei.
"Feifei, didn’t we agree you would come back to Country M with me? Why have you suddenly changed your mind?"
Hearing Qiu Lan’s displeased tone, Qiu Yufei hurriedly said, trying to please: "Mom, didn’t I develop a trendy brand in City A? I want to build this brand up, so, I’ll come back to be with you a bit later, is that okay?"
"Girls shouldn’t be too tough, no matter how capable you are, you will eventually get married."
"I don’t want to get married. I want to spend my whole life with Mom and my brother."
"Silly girl." Qiu Lan finally showed a smile, "Alright, I got it. Take care of your health over there. If you have any problems you can’t solve, go ask your brother for help. I’ll let him know later to take extra care of you."
"Thank you, Mom. Take good care of yourself too, I’ll miss you. BYEBYE."
After speaking with Qiu Yufei on the phone, Qiu Lan dialed Mu Shuoqian’s number. It often takes a very long time for him to answer, and sometimes he even cuts the call directly. She didn’t understand the reason before, but now she knows, it’s probably because he’s with Gu Dezhong’s daughter.
Her son has a severe allergy to women; he hasn’t touched a woman in over twenty years. Logically, if there’s a woman that doesn’t trigger his physical revulsion, she should be happy. But the problem is that the woman is the daughter of Gu Dezhong. He can forget the hatred, but she cannot. As a mother, she wants to see him happy, but at the same time, she must constantly remind him of that dark past.
The appearance of a woman who doesn’t disgust him signals the first one has arrived, and a second one like Xiao Yu would follow, so she doesn’t mind continuing to wait.
Qiu Lan knew that Mu Shuoqian definitely didn’t want to answer her calls at that moment, so she changed her strategy and sent a text message instead: Shuoqian, I’ll leave the matters here to you, hoping to hear good news from you soon, take good care of yourself,
The place on his neck where she bit him has already scabbed over, he seemed oblivious to the pain, his mind only filled with the hatred in her eyes when she left.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, suppressing the pain in his heart, but that pain was like the vast sea, receding wave after wave only to rise again.
The text message alert on his phone sounded, and he subconsciously raised it to view, naively thinking it might be from her. Even though he knew it was impossible, she was too busy hating him to send any messages.
When he saw the message from Qiu Lan, his dark eyes instantly dimmed.
Outside the car window, a little boy holding an ice cream joyfully handed it to his mother.
The mother only symbolically took a small bite, and the boy, dancing with excitement, continued to lick it.
When they were in Country M, where they lived there was no rice at all. He would vomit as soon as he ate those breads, and they were so poor that they didn’t even have the money to buy bread.
Then one day, after he had vomited from eating bread again, Qiu Lan suddenly conjured up a small bag of rice as if by magic. She cheerfully went to the kitchen to cook rice porridge and then served him a big bowl full of it. She smiled and urged him to eat, while she gnawed on the hard bread by herself.
He gulped down the rice porridge while he heard the sounds of Qiu Lan vomiting from the bathroom, because just like him, she would vomit after eating bread.
Only later did he learn what she had given up to get that small bag of rice. From that moment, he forced himself to eat bread, vomiting and eating, eating and vomiting, until he gradually adjusted. Without rice, he could still survive.
The mother and son had long gone, but Mu Shuoqian was still staring absentmindedly at the spot where they had stood.