Five years later, Mrs. Gu returned home with her child and became a wealthy family

Yang Jingcheng and Gu Jingheng were stunned for a moment before he looked away: "Gu Jingheng, if you really are, Zijin will only hate you even more."

There is an unbridgeable gap between them, no matter the grievances Zijin suffered in the Gu family, or the fire and hunt he suffered afterwards, or the many times Suisui fell ill and was hospitalized late at night over the years. If Gu Jingheng was really his father, he had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father!

Yang Jingcheng's eyes turned cold and he turned around to help Mu Zijin up.

"Zijin, I'm Jingcheng. You're drunk now. Can I take you back to the Yang family?"

Mu Zijin was indeed a little drunk at this moment. Her eyes were blurred and distracted, her fair face was obviously flushed, and even her ears were stained with pink.

She pursed her lips and suddenly raised her hand to point at Gu Jingheng.

"No, I want to go with him."

Gu Jingheng stood there, never expecting that Mu Zijin would suddenly point at him. The surprise in his heart came too quickly, catching him off guard.

Gu Jingheng's low and melodious laughter rang out in the air, while Yang Jingcheng's face was murky, sometimes blue, sometimes purple.

"Yang Jingcheng, there's no way love will ever happen between you two. It's been five years, can't you face reality?"

He walked straight with his long legs, came to Yang Jingcheng forcefully, and stood next to Mu Zijin.

Yang Jingcheng raised his eyes unwillingly, and when he met Gu Jingheng's eyebrows, the glances between the two seemed to be undercurrents surging in the air.

"Gu Jingheng, Zijin is drunk now. Do you still want to take advantage of him?"

"You've already taken advantage of someone's misfortune once before. Can you please respect Zijin for a moment?"

Gu Jingheng, however, curled his lips in disdain and looked at Yang Jingcheng without blinking: "Yang Jingcheng, I can guarantee that even if Zijin gets drunk, nothing will happen between you. Really attractive men and women will have intimate contact, but if she considers you as a friend, she will feel uncomfortable even holding hands."

"I'm really curious. After five years, you still don't recognize your status? Yang Jingcheng, find someone else as soon as possible. The young lady of the Shu family is indeed a good match for your Yang family. If we can get married, I, Gu Jingheng, will definitely give her a generous gift! As for Zijin, I owed her five years ago. I remember all of this in my heart. For the rest of my life, I will give my all to make it up to her."

Gu Jingheng kept talking, blocking all the words. No matter how Yang Jingcheng wanted to refute, he felt like something was stuck in his throat and he had nothing to refute!

His hands hanging at his sides slowly tightened, squeezing until they made a crackling sound!

But Gu Jingheng bent down and looked at Mu Zijin like a winner. His handsome face was deep and his delicate features were reflected directly in front of Mu Zijin's eyes.

"Mu Zijin, do you want to come with me?"

When saying this, Gu Jingheng's voice was low, but particularly pleasant to hear!

Mu Zijin did have a feeling of being bewitched, and her mind seemed to be a little clearer now, knowing that the two people standing in front of her were Yang Jingcheng and Gu Jingheng.

Subconsciously, Mu Zijin felt that she could no longer delay Yang Jingcheng, nor did she want to cause misunderstandings among the Yang family.

Following Gu Jingheng away, she can also ask some questions in her mind!

Mu Zijin nodded, and opened her red lips slightly: "Okay, I'll go with you."

When these words fell into Yang Jingcheng's ears, it was like a heavy hammer hitting him, like a huge rock weighing a thousand pounds pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe!

He had never felt so obviously frustrated. When it came to love, he, Yang Jingcheng, really lost.

Mu Zijin stood up shakily, and just as she stood up straight, she felt dizzy.

She held her forehead instantly, and before she could react, Gu Jingheng had already picked her up sideways!

Mu Zijin let out a soft cry, her long eyelashes flickering slightly. When she looked over again, Gu Jingheng's hands were already firmly clamped around her slender waist.

"You are drunk. I will carry you back."

The low, mellow, magnetic voice once again entered Mu Zijin's ears. She blinked and felt that the person in front of her looked like a male vixen...

Every move is particularly alluring.

After Gu Jingheng carried Mu Zijin back to the car, he carefully placed her in the passenger seat and leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt...