If he said that, he might explode.
Although Old Madam Quan didn’t say anything, Gu Yuan kept an eye on the situation with Quan Jin and heard a bit about it—Quan Jin wanted a divorce from her.
He didn’t even acknowledge the fact that she had a daughter with him.
He believed it was a child she had with a lover, just for the sake of the comrcial marriage’s appearance.
Thinking about these things made her angry, even though Gu Yuan had tried hard to convince herself to understand that he was now an independent Quan Jin without Chi Yu’s mories.
"You told them just now, I’m your woman." She pretended to be clueless, shaking her head innocently at him, still speaking softly: "Since I’m your woman, could you tell your na, so I can repay you in the future?"
"You think you know it now?" Quan Jin turned his eyes slightly away: "Don’t play gas, that wasn’t to help you, don’t be ungrateful."
A gentleman remains unmoved, but he was not a gentleman.
Don’t bla him for being rude if she gets any closer.
And can she keep those dazzling breasts from being so conspicuous?
Who is she flaunting them for?
"What ga?" Gu Yuan moved forward, voluntarily getting closer to him: "This is fate, I’ve been in trouble twice tonight, and coincidentally, you appeared both tis, protecting like my hero."
When Gu Yuan moved forward, the face-to-face distance between them suddenly shrank, almost to the point of sticking to him. Quan Jin instinctively stepped back half a step to distance himself from her, but then wondered why he should retreat.
So he didn’t move, staring at her with a half-smile, aware of her obvious little sches.
Then he heard her soft voice say: "I only know you’re my savior; for saving my life, I have nothing to repay with, except..."
"You’re not qualified!"
Her idea of repaying him with her body was blocked by his words about her lack of qualification.
Gu Yuan wasn’t in a hurry, leisurely shifting her stance; he didn’t want to be closer to her, so she instinctively moved back a bit: "Qualified? What’s there to be qualified about? n’s gratitude to won is nothing more than romance and passion, I can give you that, it’s one-sided, why not go for it?"
She moved back slightly.
This spawned dissatisfaction in Quan Jin’s heart.
Wasn’t she just eagerly approaching just now?
Why is she retreating?
Does he have thorns on him?
The thought popped into his mind, and Quan Jin didn’t look pleased; he felt a little split-minded, won are just like clothes in a shop window, all appearance.
At this mont, Young Master Quan’s thoughts were extre, thinking clothes were just appearance, forgetting that they also keep one warm.
Quan Jin snorted disdainfully, having seen too many who would rush forward begging for it; this woman was no different from those won. The only difference was that he had no interest in those won, but this woman piqued his interest.
So he’ll grudgingly accept, to make himself happy: "Since you talk about gratitude, then co with ."
He seized her wrist, taking her upstairs to the top-floor suite.
Gu Yuan had originally planned to leave; she knew where Quan Jin was taking her and what would happen next. As a mature woman, she understood clearly, because the way he looked at her now wasn’t just protective, but with a man’s desire for a woman.
She felt a bit stifled inside.
Can he really just hook up with any woman he likes for a night?!
On the way up in the elevator, Quan Jin looked extrely cold; after entering the elevator, he didn’t even touch Gu Yuan’s hand. The two stood apart, appearing as if he was a monk with no desires, impossible to associate with the fiery desire hidden in his heart.
Gu Yuan was pondering whether to continue acting or find a chance to slip away later.
Without Chi Yu’s mory, Quan Jin saw her as a complete stranger. Not to ntion ntioning those mories to him, anyone with any sense wouldn’t believe them.
When Chi Yu ca back before, she ntioned these things to him, and Chi Yu believed because he had the mories and knew about the parallel world.
Getting the current Quan Jin to believe in a fictional space-ti?
To him, it would be like watching a clown’s performance, rewarding them with a small tip once entertained.
While Gu Yuan was contemplating what to choose next, the elevator chid with a sound, indicating it had reached the floor.
As they exited the elevator, he seized her wrist, pulling out a room card with the other hand and walking forward.
’Beep-’
The suite door opened.
Quan Jin pulled Gu Yuan inside; as she hesitated, Quan Jin stopped: "Scared, regret it?"
Without waiting for her to think or answer, he said: "You still have a chance now, if you think it over, then leave. But once you’re in, it’ll be too late."
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