“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 155: Even When I’m Angry, You Won’t Comfort Me [Eighth Update] Upon hearing that Gu Sheng had been admitted to the hospital, Gu Mochen immediately abandoned the international conference he was in the middle of. He ran through countless red lights on the way, flooring the accelerator. The half-hour drive from Moshi Group to Changhai Private Hospital took him just over ten minutes. Gu Mochen rushed to Gu Sheng’s hospital room. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Gu Sheng holding a mirror up to her face. She kept muttering to herself, “Grandpa, do you think I’m disfigured? That woman really hit me hard.” “She was dressed so elegantly and ladylike, but when she struck, it really hurt.” “Grandpa, if I end up with a scar on my face, will my brother look down on me? I was already ugly enough, and now I’m even uglier.” The old man kept sighing beside her. He glanced at Gu Mochen standing by the door and gave him a look, signaling for him to handle it himself. “No way. Ugly people are just trouble,” Gu Mochen suddenly spoke up. “I’ve only been gone half a day, and you’ve already managed to make yourself look this bad.” Gu Sheng looked as guilty as a thief caught in the act and quickly stuffed the mirror under her pillow. “She’s in even worse shape than I am.” “And you have the nerve to say that.” Gu Mochen was both exasperated and amused by Gu Sheng’s behavior. He’d already seen it—what was the point of hiding it? Gu Mochen walked over, his long, slender fingers cupping her chin as he studied her closely. Gu Sheng turned her head away, embarrassed that he’d seen her in such a state. She pouted. “Gu Mochen, she’s going to press charges against me. She says she’ll send me to jail.” “I’m here.” Gu Mochen said. His little girl finally realized she looked ugly. “You’re not mad anymore?” “Even if I’m angry, you wouldn’t know how to comfort me.” Gu Sheng’s cheeks puffed out in a pout. This man was so clueless. She wouldn’t know that, having made so many calls home. “Where does it hurt?” Gu Mochen asked softly. “It all hurts,” Gu Sheng pouted, her face brimming with anger. “Get to the point.” Gu Mochen was at his wits’ end. “My lower back.” Gu Sheng played along. “Let me take a look…” When Gu Sheng heard he was going to look, she couldn’t help but pull the blanket over herself and glance back at Old Master Gu sitting nearby. But Old Master Gu was nowhere to be seen. The sofa by the window was empty; the entire hospital room was now just her and Gu Mochen. “Grandpa left a long time ago. Lift up your shirt.” Gu Mochen didn’t beat around the bush; he picked up the medicine from the nightstand. He carefully rolled up the hem of Gu Sheng’s shirt and frowned at the redness and swelling around her waist. “A-Sheng, could you please not make me apply the ointment for you next time?” Gu Sheng turned to look at Gu Mochen and gently stroked his brow. “Practice makes perfect.” “It breaks my heart.” They spoke almost simultaneously, but the moment Gu Mochen’s words left his mouth, Gu Sheng felt a bit awkward. He withdrew his hand and continued lying face-down, though a faint smile secretly curled at the corners of his mouth. “Did Grandpa… say anything?” Gu Mochen cleared his throat. “Grandpa said that even if I made a hole, you’d patch it up for me.” Gu Sheng said with a touch of pride; with the old man’s words, she felt much more at ease. “……” Gu Mochen tightened his grip as he applied the ointment. Gu Sheng yelped in pain: “Ah! Gu Mochen, you’re trying to kill me! I’m a patient!” “Just behave yourself and don’t get yourself into any more trouble.” Gu Mochen was utterly speechless. What on earth had Grandpa told her? Gu Sheng was always getting into trouble, and not only did he fail to stop her, he actually encouraged her. “If it weren’t for the fact that she’s your mother, do you think I’d go easy on you? Good people really do get taken advantage of. Just look at my face—my old wounds haven’t even healed yet, and now I’ve got new ones.”
