“I’ll give you the title of Mrs. Gu, but don’t even think about anything else.” What the hell? He’s my man—why can’t I kiss him, hug him, and lift him up? After being reborn, she humiliated her enemies and climbed her way up to the most powerful man in Li City. That trashy sister wants to rise to fame? She can dream! Watch her use her power to crush her in a heartbeat. That sleazy guy trying to pull strings through family connections? Hmph! No way—not a chance. After the wedding, her husband remained aloof and dignified, refusing to give in. Watch as she coaxes him with every trick in the book. Gu Mochen has nowhere to retreat. Since his wife is taking the initiative, he’ll reluctantly accept everything she offers—if he doesn’t give himself to her now, wouldn’t that be a terrible injustice to her?
Chapter 049: Is This How You Treat Your Own Wife? Wen Siyu was actually at a loss for words. Gu Sheng’s silence earlier had merely been a tactic to achieve her goal. But having learned from Gu Mochen, she understood that meekly accepting her fate was futile; she had to rely on herself. “That personal relationship is between me and your brother—you aren’t part of it, so there’s no question of favoritism.” Wen Siyu’s dark eyes were like a bottomless spring. A faint curve at the corner of his mouth masked his true intentions. “Then… did the CEO call me here to send me back to school?” Gu Sheng didn’t believe a word Wen Siyu said. The moment she’d left, this man had called to tip him off—he and Gu Mochen were two of a kind. “Of course not. I called you here for an important matter,” Wen Siyu said, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at Gu Sheng. He found this girl quite endearing. How could Gu Mochen not like her? Gu Sheng widened her eyes and pricked up her ears, looking as if she were hanging on his every word. “You know, An Ran is currently at Wins Group…” Wen Siyu spoke slowly and deliberately, teasing Gu Sheng. As soon as Gu Sheng heard it had something to do with An Ran, she unconsciously held her breath, but Wen Siyu didn’t continue for quite a while. “So what?” Gu Sheng was getting impatient; this man was clearly doing this on purpose. “Want to switch departments?” Wen Siyu asked bluntly, and Gu Sheng understood exactly what he meant in an instant. “Of course I do,” Gu Sheng replied without hesitation, narrowing her eyes, though she remained on high alert inside. She wondered what exactly this Wen Siyu was up to. “Do me a favor, and I’ll grant your wish,” Wen Siyu said, a fleeting flash of cruelty in his eyes. Gu Sheng froze. If she hadn’t seen it clearly, she would have almost thought it was just a hallucination. Gu Sheng stumbled home in a daze and locked herself in her room the moment she walked through the door. Wen Siyu actually wanted her to do something like this. On one hand, she could get closer to An Ran without being sent back; on the other, it was a baseless accusation that would harm someone for no reason. She was torn. Weighing the pros and cons, she knew all too well that Wen Siyu was desperate—pushing her, an intern, out there to achieve his goal of eliminating rivals. “Ah!” Gu Sheng buried herself in the covers in frustration. If Gu Mochen were willing to help her, she wouldn’t be in such a bind. But Zhang Fan wasn’t exactly a good person to begin with; thinking of it that way, it didn’t seem so difficult after all. “What are you doing?” A sudden voice rang out in the room. Gu Sheng jumped up from the bed in a start. Seeing the tall, handsome figure before her, she felt incredibly annoyed. “What are you doing here? How dare you just barge into my room like that,” Gu Sheng said. After all, she was a girl—couldn’t he, a grown man, at least knock on the door? “We’re married now. Why shouldn’t I be able to come into your room?” Gu Mochen said, not seeing anything wrong with it at all. “You… Hmph!” Gu Sheng covered herself with the blanket, rolled over, and turned her back to Gu Mochen in protest. To hell with marriage. “Mad? Your spoiled-brat temper only works when you’re whining at home; the moment you step outside, people will walk all over you.” Gu Mochen leaned against the windowsill, a hint of mockery in his eyes as his deep gaze fixed on the high mound of the blanket. “Gu Mochen, don’t even say that—it’s all your fault…” As soon as Gu Sheng got to this point, her anger shot up several notches. She threw back the covers, jumped up, and pointed at Gu Mochen, shouting at the top of her lungs. “All you ever do is use me as a pawn! I wondered why you suddenly changed my college application—turns out you were just using me! And you have the nerve to talk about marriage? Is that any way to treat your own wife?”
