Night Fire Lingering

"What, Mr. Gu, are you trying to make things difficult for him?" Wen Yan asked deliberately, worried that Gu Yanci might be using his position for personal revenge.

Sure enough, Gu Yanci scoffed, "He's not worthy!"

-

Meng Shuo had just splashed his face with cold water twice, trying to calm himself down, when footsteps approached from outside.

When he opened his eyes in the cold water, the elegant man in the bespoke suit was standing two steps away from him, looking at him calmly and indifferently, as if he were looking at some annoying ant.

"Mr. Gu..." Meng Shuo subconsciously straightened up.

Gu Yanci glanced at him, then lowered her head to rinse her arms with water, applying hand sanitizer to her forearms and rinsing repeatedly.

He didn't speak, but Meng Shuo was the first to lose his composure.

"Mr. Gu, you and Xiao Yan..."

Gu Yanci looked at him through the mirror, her gaze sharp: "You just confessed your love to my wife in front of me."

They even said they wanted to pursue him.

Meng Shuo's face turned pale instantly, even more incredulous: "You...you..."

He originally thought Wen Yan and Gu Yanci were a couple, but he didn't expect them to be husband and wife.

"Don't believe me? Want to see our marriage certificate?" Gu Yanci slowly wiped his hands.

"No, no need!" The enclosed space of the bathroom made it hard for Meng Shuo to breathe.

Gu Yanci suddenly changed the subject and asked, "How did you find the meal?"

Meng Shuo didn't understand why Gu Yanci suddenly asked this question, but answered truthfully: "This private kitchen is the best I've ever eaten at."

Gu Yanci was very satisfied with this answer: "This restaurant is an investment of mine, so it's convenient for Wen Yan to eat when she comes to my office."

He stood up straight, a few centimeters taller than Meng Shuo, his imposing presence even greater: "Meng Shuo, you can't cultivate roses like this."

This restaurant, which is top-notch for you, is just a place I opened casually for my wife to eat at. It's not something you should be thinking about, so don't even think about it!

At this moment, Meng Shuo felt even more acutely the gap between himself and Gu Yanci.

It's not just about workplace status, but also about confidence and courage.

And, absolute ownership of Wen Yan, the object of his affections!

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At the dining table, only Wen Yan and Wen Muzhi remained, staring at each other.

The private restaurant was elegantly decorated and had a violinist playing live, but Wen Yan had no interest in appreciating it.

"You're still so charming. You've already found someone new before you're even divorced," Wen Muzhi said slowly, arms crossed.

Wen Yan took a sip of water: "You're incomparable. You set your sights on someone else's husband early on, and you've been doing it for years."

"Yan Yan, the one who isn't loved is the mistress."

Wen Yan sneered and retorted, "You're just like your mother!"

They're the same; shameless as ever, they always covet other women's husbands!

Wen Muzhi was not angry at Wen Yan's sarcasm, and said with a smile:

“Dad and Mom were childhood sweethearts, but they separated sadly back then. Your mother was the one who came between them. And you—” She paused, “Who in our circle doesn’t know you’re a slut who climbed over someone’s neck to get ahead? It was you who stole my Gu Yanci!”

Wen Yan didn't feel anything when she heard the word "bitch," but the words "climbing into bed to get ahead" made her grip the knife and fork so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She couldn't argue.

She was drunk that year and happened to see Gu Yanci, whom she had secretly loved for many years. As long as Gu Yanci was willing, what's the big deal between an adult man and a woman?

She doesn't need Gu Yanci to take responsibility!

The problem is that the Gu family elders found out!

"Ha!" Wen Yan suddenly laughed, her eyebrows curving into beautiful crescent moons. "Yours? Wen Muzhi, since it's yours, then make Gu Yanci divorce me immediately! Gu Yanci hasn't signed the divorce agreement yet, guess what he's thinking?"

Wen Muzhi's face suddenly turned ugly, and the steel fork made a harsh sound as it hit the ceramic plate.

"Wen Yan, are you really thinking that Gu Yanci has any feelings for you?"

Wen Yan shrugged, feigning a coquettish tone, and said, "Who knows? Haven't you heard of feelings growing over time?"

Wen Yan was unaware of Gu Yanci's intentions; she simply wanted to annoy Wen Muzhi.

Wen Muzhi truly hated Wen Yan's appearance; she looked innocent, but she was a scheming and despicable person!

Seeing Gu Yanci walk back out of the corner of his eye, and Shi Xingsheng carrying hot soup passing by, Wen Muzhi had an idea!

“Your lawyer Meng has already left.” Wen Muzhi pointed in the direction of the exit.

Wen Yan knew that Meng Shuo had been provoked today, so she stood up without thinking and planned to chase after him.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Muzhi got up at almost the same time as her. Both of them were quite fast, and they almost bumped into each other by sheer coincidence.

Wen Yan caught a glimpse of Wen Muzhi bumping into someone coming from the opposite direction. She quickly took a step back, just as she heard Shi Sheng shout in alarm, "Watch out—"

In a flash, Wen Yan heard hurried footsteps approaching. Then, Wen Muzhi was pulled aside, and she was also bumped by Wen Muzhi, staggering forward two steps.

The hot soup, which she had just barely avoided, spilled onto her hand with a "splash!"

It was the height of summer, and Wen Yan was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt. The soup poured onto her fair skin without any obstruction, instantly turning her skin several shades red.

At first I didn't feel anything, but two seconds later, a burning pain shot through my hand.

Wen Yan seemed oblivious to the pain, calmly looking at the person a meter away—

Gu Yanci appeared just in time and held Wen Muzhi in his arms.

Her heart was perfectly healthy and uninjured, yet it felt suffocating and throbbing with pain, as if a giant hand was squeezing it so tightly that she couldn't breathe.

"What are you standing there for? Get the ice! Do I have to teach you?!" Gu Yanci stared intently at Wen Yan's arm, his eyes reddening, and he almost growled at the student next to him.

His whole body was tense, as if he himself was the one being burned.

Applying ice to burns is common sense.

The next second, Gu Yanci snapped back to reality, released Wen Muzhi, and pulled Wen Yan: "I'll take you to take a cold shower first—"

"Get away! Don't touch me!"

Wen Yan reacted violently, taking several steps back as if avoiding a plague.

Her cold gaze held undisguised rejection, and her delicate face was particularly intimidating when she frowned.

Gu Yanci's hand froze in mid-air, and the next second he took another step forward in a good-natured manner: "Yan Yan, stop making trouble."

Burns need to be treated promptly.

"Huh?" Wen Yan laughed in exasperation. "I'm making a scene? Gu Yanci, what are you pretending for? If you hadn't suddenly appeared just now, I would have walked out perfectly fine by now!"

"Wen Yan!"

Don't call my name!

"Yan Yan, are you saying I should be the one splashed? Why did you do this?" Wen Muzhi was heartbroken, tears welling in her eyes, feeling extremely wronged. "Even if you're angry with me because of our argument earlier, you can't deliberately bump into Shi Sheng and try to splash me with hot soup! You know perfectly well how fragile my hands are after you've shown me so much care!"

This ability to distort the truth and confuse right and wrong left Wen Yan in awe.

"Xiao Yan!" Meng Shuo didn't expect to see this scene when he came out of the bathroom after calming down for a while.

He hurried over, "How did you get burned? Quickly rinse it with cold water—"

Halfway through the conversation, Shisheng brought over some ice.

Meng Shuo carefully held Wen Yan's wrist, applying an ice pack while saying, "I'll take her straight to the hospital!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Shuo suddenly remembered something and looked awkwardly at Gu Yanci beside him.

He was so nervous about Wen Yan that he completely forgot that his real husband, Gu Yanci, was right next to him. His attempt to curry favor with her was really overstepping his bounds.

"Okay, thank you for your help, senior." Unexpectedly, Wen Yan agreed the next second.

"Wen Yan!"

Gu Yanci's voice suddenly turned cold.