Chapter 13

Translator: Larbre Studio

Editor: Larbre Studio

It seemed like Han Ke’s men were hidden in every corner.

She struggled to get off him.

Mo Qing smiled indifferently and hugged her tightly. Without hesitation, he entered the villa and went straight to the second floor.

“Mo Qing, you lunatic.” Gu Xiaoran was almost crying.

If Han Ke knew about it, he wouldn’t dare to do anything to him, but would definitely take it out on her father.

Pressing his lips, Mo Qing took a glance at her and entered the bedroom, ignoring everything else. “Did anyone tell you that this bed was made by me?”

Gu Xiaoran froze.

Before she could recover from her shock, she was thrown onto the bed where no one had slept before.

“Does this bed feel good?”

Gu Xiaoran turned her face to the side, not wanting to look at him anymore.

Everything on this bed was her favorite style. He knew her very well.

Gu Xiaoran said coldly, “Do you really want Han Ke to leave Dynasty with Xinhe?”

“Can he bear to do so?”

He took a glance at her disdainfully, and the corners of his mouth raised into a sneer.

Han Ke indeed couldn’t bear to do so.

Mo Qing turned and walked toward the door, “Wish you a happy wedding night.”

Gu Xiaoran grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, “Get lost.”

The door closed, and the pillow hit the door before falling to the ground.

Gu Xiaoran took a deep breath.

Jerk!

She looked at the clock on the wall—it was twenty past ten.

The engagement party was to end at eleven o’clock, so Han Ke would be sending the guests off. By right, she should be there at that time.

After pushing away Han Ke, she hadn’t shown at the engagement party, and now she wasn’t even sending the guests off. Han Ke’s chance to show off had made him a laughing stock instead.

Disregarding the pain and fatigue on her body, Gu Xiaoran entered the bathroom.

She turned on the shower head and wet herself from head to toe. After a while, she finally started to calm down.

She wiped off the condensation on the mirror and saw the young and beautiful face staring back at her.

She felt a hint of bitterness in her mouth.

At the age of eighteen, the best age in life, she had been sold to others as a wife.

Han Ke would marry her to appease others.

Although he had taken over Grand Tang, her father had worked hard for many years and he still had connections in it. Only by having her in his hands would her father obediently do things for him.

That day was her engagement party with Han Ke—he wouldn’t let her off for embarrassing him that way. There might still be some hope if she could rush back before the party was completely over.

Gu Xiaoran didn’t have time to take a bath. She tidied herself up as fast as she could and rushed out. The moment she opened the door of the villa, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Outside the door were a man and a woman clinging onto each other, looking disheveled.

The woman had a hot figure and heavy makeup. Her red lips were kissing the man’s chest madly as she pulled his belt impatiently.

The man was leaning against the wall beside the door with his eyes closed, looking like he was enjoying it.

It was only at this moment that Gu Xiaoran recovered from her daze and realized that the man with his eyes closed and enjoying the service of the hot girl was his fiancé, Han Ke.

At the engagement party, he had gently embraced her waist and spoken to her softly. She had for a moment thought that he might not be as abominable as what she had seen in the past.

But the scene in front of her made her laugh at the thought she had once had.

Unable to put up with it any longer, Gu Xiaoran slammed the door straight away.

At that moment, she realized that Mo Qing’s Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost was still parked at the door, and a man was sitting quietly on the hood.