Chapter 130 Then What Should We Do?

Chapter 130 what should we do?

"I know it's not in your hands. I mean, get someone to break down the safe and we'll take out the title deed inside. At least we need to relieve the urgency, right?"

Gu Qishan looked at Gu Yuanhang in a negotiating tone.

"No,"

Gu Yuanhang rejected his father's proposal without thinking.

"The safe was locked by my mother. She once said that I can't open it without her permission. I can't do anything against my mother."

"But as you can see, your mother can't wake up at all,"

Gu Qishan said irritably:

"We used the best medicine, gave her the best Hospital in the country, and hired the best experts, but if she doesn't wake up, what can we do?"

Besides, your grandfather left the Hengyuan to your mother. Do you want to watch the Hengyuan fall? Your grandfather said he was going to open a century-old shop. If it falls into my hands..."

"Mother is alive, so I can't smash the safe without permission."

Gu Yuanhang didn't wait for Gu Qishan to finish before he picked up the conversation. He still insisted on his own opinion?

"What if mom doesn't wake up until the day she leaves?"

Lin Furong, who had been standing by, asked cautiously.

"If my mother leaves, then we can only smash the safe. There's no way."

Gu Yuanhang replied lightly, then added,

"The chances of a vegetative person waking up are not high, but it's not 100 %. The doctor said mom has a 5 % chance, so I have to wait for my mom to wake up."

Gu Qishan could not help but sigh when he saw that gu Yuanhang refused to agree.

"Yuanhang, if you're so stubborn, you don't want to break your mother's safe, and you don't want to sacrifice Gu Nuan, the Hengyuan, it's probably... Hard to maintain."

Gu Qishan shook his head and walked out of Gu Yuanhang's study with a helpless tiredness. His back looked desolate and desolate, like an old man who tried his best but had nothing to do.

Lin Furong waited for Gu Qishan to leave before saying to Gu Yuanhang:

"Yuanhang, why do you always go against your father? He's doing it for the Hengyuan, isn't he? Can't you be a little flexible?"

"How?

Gu Yuanhang gave her a cold stare.

"As you arranged, sending Gu Nuan to yu lishen is flexible?"

"I was doing it for the Hengyuan, too."

Lin Furong instinctively argued:

"Gu Yuanhang, if you don't plan for the Hengyuan yourself, won't you allow us to contribute? Do you think I want to do that? Who made yu li take a deep interest in Gu Nuan? I told you that if yu li was interested in Gu Ling, I would let Gu Ling go, but..."

"Stop talking about it,"

Gu Yuanhang coldly snatched Lin Furong's words and waved his big hand:

"Go out. I want to be alone."

"Yuanhang, you..."

Lin Furong shouted in anger, but gu Yuanhang had a book in his hand and had no intention of talking to her again.

Lin Furong gritted his teeth in anger, stamped his foot, and then reluctantly walked out.

On the first floor, Gu Qishan was sitting on the sofa sulking. Lin Furong came in with a cup of ginseng tea and closed the door behind her back.

Gu Qishan saw her walking in and looked up at the roof.

"Where is he?"

"Reading in the study,"

Lin Furong put the ginseng tea on the coffee table in front of him, then sat down next to him on the sofa and said irritably:

"He's just a lump in the wood. He's not enlightened at all."

"If he wants to know, can we still have today?"

Gu Qishan reached out and pulled Lin Furong into his arms, while the other hand slipped into her deep v-neck.

"He's upstairs,"

Lin Furong quickly grabbed Gu Qishan's hand and whispered,

"Wangma is cooking in the kitchen."

"So you still come in?"

Gu Qishan released her deep v, grabbed her hand and put it under his belt buckle.

"It missed you."

"I came in to comfort you,"

Lin Furong grabbed it and said with a smile:

"It deserves to starve to death."

"He's hungry, aren't you?"

Gu Qishan lifted her skirt and leaned in.

"Let me see if she's hungry..."

"No, I think I heard the kitchen door open."

Lin Furong quickly grabbed Gu Qishan's hand, moved his body to the side, tidied up his skirt and stood up.

"Dad, don't be angry. Yuanhang doesn't really dare to take risks. I guess he's worried that the land deed will go under pressure and the Hengyuan won't get any better after the loan. Then the Hengyuan and the villa will be closed down by the bank."

"Hmph, of course he's worried. It's a fucking heirloom, but we can't just let it go because he's worried."

Gu Qishan snorted.

"Why don't you let the one in Shanghai... Hmm..."

Lin Furong rolled his eyes.

"You think I haven't thought about it?"

Gu Qishan gave her a blank look.

"Jiang Meiling is very cunning. Who knows how she wrote the suicide note she left with the lawyer? If there's nothing left in the suicide note for me, then she's better off alive than dead."

... "Then what should we do?"

Lin Furong also felt that this matter was a bit of a headache.

"I want to know what to do. Do I have to talk to Gu Yuanhang about breaking the safe?"

Gu Qishan glanced at Lin Furong again.

"Or else,"

Lin Furong rolled his eyes and sat next to Gu Qishan, whispering into Gu Qishan's ear.

Gu Qishan's eyes lit up and he nodded.

"Well, we can try this method. Okay, let's do it. I'll let zhihao arrange it."

Lin Furong nodded and got up to leave, but Gu Qishan stopped her. She fell into gu Qishan's arms. Gu Qishan took the opportunity to touch her and whispered in her ear unhappily:

"I'll wait for you tonight."

"Not tonight, Yuanhang is at home."

Lin Furong shook her head quickly. Gu Yuanhang was at home. She would never dare to go to her father-in-law's room. That was undoubtedly playing with fire.

"His place... Can it still be hard?" Gu Qishan asked with a frown.

"Even if I can't... I can't come downstairs at night,"

Lin Furong shook his head and thought about it.

"He's going to visit his mother in Shanghai the day after tomorrow. We can do it the day after tomorrow."

"All right, then."

Gu Qishan touched Lin Furong's chest again before letting go of the struggling Lin Furong.

Lin Furong tidied up her skirt, picked up the tray of ginseng tea, and walked out gracefully.

...

Flight to Shanghai, first class.

Gu Nuan sat by the window. In the evening, it was still cold at the end of april. Wenren Zhen asked space for a blanket for her.

"This is my first time flying first class,"

Gu Nuan unfolded the blanket and turned to look at Wenren Zhen.

"Do you always fly first class?"

"How do you know?" Wenren Zhen looked at her in surprise.

... "Aren't all rich men like this?"

Gu Nuan said faintly. In fact, she said in her heart that Jiang Haoxuan used to go out in first class.

"Weren't you the big Miss of a rich family?" Wenren Zhen asked with a smile.

"The Gu family used to be rich, but that doesn't mean I'm rich."

Gu Nuan said faintly:

"I don't think there's much difference between economy and first class."

"It doesn't make much difference. It's just a little more spacious, and you can reach your destination at the same time."

Wenren Zhen smiled and said,

"That's why I choose to fly first class every time."

..."

Gu Nuan looked at him in astonishment. Since there was no difference, he still took first class every time. Isn't this bun burning?

"I have to leave economy to those who can't afford first class,"

Wenren Zhen explained faintly:

"If you fly a lot, you will find that the first class is often unsatisfied, and the economy class is almost empty. How can I have the nerve to compete with them?"

..." Well, this time, Gu Nuan really didn't know what to say.

Wenren Zhen smiled and said,

"It's two hours. You should sleep."

Gu Nuan shook her head. Just as she couldn't sleep, she took out a book she had prepared from her handbag and waved it at him.

"I'll read for a while."

He nodded, "Yes," and took out a document from his briefcase to look at.

The two of them quietly flipped through the books and documents, looking up and looking at each other occasionally, then lowering their heads to read their own books.

Gu Nuan, who had been in first class for the first time, felt that the benefits of first class were not only spacious, but also quiet. There was no such noisy noise as economy class.

Wenren Zhen looked at the document for a while, looked up, stretched, and turned to look at Gu Nuan, who was sitting next to him.

The book was placed on the small dining table with its head slightly lowered, revealing a fair neck that looked exceptionally gentle and delicate under the dim yellow light.

The quiet time was broken by the sound of the stewardess serving food. The stewardess quickly pushed the dining cart over. Gu Nuan closed the book, crossed his fingers and moved forward. Slowly, he raised his head and half stretched.

"What would you like to drink, sir?"

Space looked at Wenren Zhen with a smile, and her big, flapping eyes sparkled.

"I want a cup of coffee and a glass of milk for my wife. I want it hot."

Wenren Zhen answered faintly, but he automatically ignored the stewardess's sparking eyes.

"Okay, just a moment, please."

The stewardess quickly poured a cup of coffee for Wenren Zhen and then a cup of hot milk for Gu Nuan.

"Madam, your milk."

"Thank you!" Gu Nuan took the milk and put it on the table. Before he could drink it, a flight attendant handed over a box of food.

"I don't need to," Wenren Zhen said, blocking his way. He never ate food on the plane.

The stewardess thought neither of them needed it, so she took back both boxes of food.

"Hey, I want it," Gu Nuan shouted quickly.

"Oh," the stewardess quickly handed her another box.

"The food on the plane is terrible,"

Wenren Zhen reminded him lightly:

"Stop eating. Don't eat until you get off the plane."

"I'm hungry. I didn't eat lunch, did I?"

Gu Nuan could not help but protest:

"I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts. I was in a hurry to catch the plane in the evening and didn't even have dinner. Besides, isn't everyone eating? Where can it go? You're the only one who cares."

..." Wenren Zhen was rendered speechless by her words.