Han Siming narrowed his eyes at the thought, then his lips curled into a cold smile, growing increasingly brazen.
"Okay... Mom, I’ll do whatever you say..."
"Hmph... Gu Mochen, just you wait and see."
...
Dong Qin secretly gave Han Siming so of her old jewelry to sell, converting them into cash.
These days, Gu Wei was half-dead from a stroke.
And she herself wasn’t in much better condition.
So, the Gu Family looked more like a massive cage.
More like livestock being raised and sustained.
In the depths of the night, Dong Qin quietly sneaked back into her own room. Yet, she didn’t lie on the bed—she slept on the floor.
Now, Sister Wang found ways to torture her, outwardly still behaving as a maid while Dong Qin remained the mistress.
But behind closed doors, she treated Dong Qin like a piece of lifeless cloth, discarded as though she were nothing.
Dong Qin stared at the sleeping woman sprawled lifelessly on the bed, her eyes filled with hatred. Sister Wang had been drinking water laced with sleeping pills during the day, ensuring she slept like the dead.
Otherwise... Dong Qin would eventually be discovered and exposed.
Dong Qin understood well—it was Gu Mochen who had stationed Sister Wang to monitor her.
So, to make Gu Mochen drop his guard, she had no choice but to stay inconspicuous in front of Sister Wang... feigning the effects of a stroke, acting foolish and harmless, let alone harboring Han Siming in secret.
Let Gu Mochen think Han Siming had already fled the country.
...
January 9th, France:
When Mu Wan and Qin Mu arrived in France aboard the private jet Gu Mochen had gifted Qin Mu as a wedding present, it was early morning in France.
This was Mu Wan’s first ti traveling abroad, and she was still adjusting.
Qin Mu arranged for Mu Wan to stay in a luxurious presidential suite, also her first ti experiencing such accommodations.
The elegant European architecture exuded romantic charm, radiating opulence and sophistication.
The accompanying secretary delivered their luggage to the suite, while Qin Mu sat on the sofa, paperwork still awaiting his review in hand.
"Mr. Qin, the fad local enterprise, Wenlai Group, has always hoped to collaborate with Dongheng International. They’ve learned of your recent wedding and honeymoon plans in France, and they’ve just extended another dinner invitation to inquire about your availability."
"Hmm... Delay them for now. Have the doctors been arranged?"
"Yes, they’re scheduled to perform your and Miss Mu’s examinations tomorrow."
"Hmm."
Qin Mu’s alluring eyes narrowed slightly as he raised a hand to rub his brow, prioritizing matters clearly in his mind.
The most important task right now was ensuring that Mu Wan could conceive as soon as possible.
It was also Mu Wan’s first ti witnessing Qin Mu engrossed in work. When he worked, the man beca wholly stoic and focused, always furrowing his dark eyes with an air of utmost seriousness.
It was strikingly compelling.
As it’s said, won naturally have a soft spot for earnest n.
Since Qin Mu was deeply occupied, Mu Wan quietly sat to the side. Before long, her phone rang—it was a video call from Old Mr. Qin. Mu Wan pursed her lips and, seeing Qin Mu busy, moved to a corner to answer the call on her own.
"Hello, Grandpa..."
"My dear girl, have you arrived in France yet? Is Qin San treating you well? Are you eating and living comfortably?"
Hearing the elder’s concern, Mu Wan’s cheeks flushed red as she softly replied, "Mm, he’s very good... The environnt is wonderful."
Afraid the old man wouldn’t believe her, Mu Wan angled her phone to show the room’s interior.
Old Mr. Qin narrowed his eyes slightly, taking in the opulent, palace-like presidential suite, and curved his lips in a satisfied smile.
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