NOVEL NEXT Chapter 91 - 91:1 Promise I'll Treat Her Well_l
Chapter 91: Chapter 91:1 Promise I’ll Treat Her Well_l
Translator: 549690339
Does he love her?
The word “love” weighed heavily on him. He never thought that in his lifetime he would fall in love with anyone, let alone Gu Li, who often disturbed his heart.
But, even if he didn’t love her, it didn’t stop him from marrying her. Who says that people must be in love to get married?
Those people who swore love and devotion to each other from the beginning, didn’t they end up hurting each other, creating a broken family? Just like his parents…
Remembering the painful past from his childhood, Mo Shiting instinctively pursed his lips.
Seeing him hesitate, Gu Yuan snorted, “It’s clear what your answer is. You don’t deserve to marry Gu Li.”
Mo Shiting snapped out of his thoughts and sincerely said, “I promise I will be good to her.”
Gu Yuan was unimpressed, “There are many men who can be good to her, she doesn’t lack you.”
“She is now my wife!”
Mo Shiting insisted.
Gu Yuan looked at him, “Wife? Do you know why she married you?”
Mo Shiting was silent, recalling the reasons Gu Li had previously given, a dark glint flashed through his eyes.
Just as he was about to speak, Gu Yuan beat him to it, “The Black Blood League has listed you as their top assassination target. Do you know what type of organization that is?”
The Black Blood League wanted to kill him?
It seems his enemies are upping the stakes, willing to spend billions of dollars to take his life.
Mo Shiting repressed the spark in his eyes and nodded towards Gu Yuan, “Thank you for telling me, I will handle it. However, I won’t give up Gu Li because of this.”
Gu Yuan slammed the table in anger, “Are you trying to drag her down with you?”
Mo Shiting:
“Young Master ”
Lu Yang anxiously waited by the lake for a long time, finally Mo Shiting returned.
However, he exuded an air of depression, it seemed like his talk with Gu Yuan didn’t go well.
Could it be that Gu Yuan disagreed with the Young Master and the Young Madam being together?
Impossible, right?
Their young master is the top-tier god amongst men, many big shots would be glad to marry their daughters to him, Gu Yuan should be no exception, right?
Lu Yang racked his brains but couldn’t figure out why Gu Yuan would have a problem with their young master.
After getting into the car, Mo Shiting instructed him, “To the airport.”
“The airport?”
Lu Yang’s hand on the steering wheel trembled, “Young Master, are we going back? What about Young Madam…”
“Leave her here.”
“Huh?”
Lu Yang’s heart skipped a beat, he wanted to ask more, but seeing Mo Shiting’s face was dark enough to drip ink, he dared not ask anything else.
Mo Shiting ignored him, closed his eyes, and frowned. On his delicate face, there was a hidden sadness.
The next day.
Gu Li knew nothing about Gu Yuan and Mo Shiting’s conversation. She was still in the secret room, happily waiting for Mo Shiting to come find her.
However, in the afternoon, an unwelcome guest arrived.
“Oh, you’ve only been locked up for three days and you already look like you’ve aged three years. Ha ha, that’s pretty pitiful.”
“What are you doing here?”
Gu Li put down her pen, glanced indifferently at Gu Susu who was standing across the desk, revelling in her misfortune.
Gu Susu crossed her arms, mocking with a laugh, “Of course, I’m here to see just how miserable you are.”
“Well, now that you have seen it, you can leave!”
After Gu Li said this coldly, she went back to writing.
Seeing her calm and unperturbed, nothing like someone being punished, Gu Susu’s beautiful makeup seemed to crack a bit. Unable to help herself, she blurted, “Brother Si left the country yesterday, don’t expect him to plead for you anymore.”
Gu Li ignored her, flipping over another page of the scriptures.
Gu Susu felt embarrassed, her fist clenched.
Her gaze accidentally fell on the stack of A4 papers covered with transcribed scriptures. Her eyes lit up immediately and she stretched out her hand, squeezing that stacked paper. Before Gu Li could react, she directly tore it up..