Chapter 964: Chapter 963: If You Like Me, Then Marry Me
Gu Mingzhu was furious. She raised her hand, wanting to slap him, but he caught it effortlessly.
Then his hoarse voice sounded by her ear: "Don’t mess with me, hmm?"
In the end, that very day they still moved into a villa Qin Siyuan owned in Jiangcheng. Qin Siling couldn’t understand it at all, but after thinking it over later she seemed to get it. She wanted to ask, but Qin Siyuan didn’t give her a single word.
Qin Siling had no choice but to help that young lady settle in.
The house was new, a lot of things needed to be added, so she had to take her out everywhere to shop and choose.
At night, when resting, Qin Siling left Qin Siyuan’s study. She was just about to go downstairs back to her own bedroom. Passing by Gu Mingzhu’s room, she pushed the door open and went in, only to see Gu Mingzhu sitting at the desk, tapping away at a laptop by her hand, looking quite focused.
This kid is actually pretty serious.
Qin Siling then remembered that Gu Mingzhu had been raised by Tang Yuan since she was little, and was once a Beicheng socialite as well, always hardworking from a young age.
At this moment, she couldn’t help thinking of another person, Wanqing.
She’d once thought Wanqing was very hardworking too, but now she knew that girl just liked taking crooked shortcuts. Talent was secondary; it was the character that was truly trash. Gu Mingzhu’s personality was unlikeable, but she still had some self-respect.
Qin Siling quietly pulled the door closed. Gu Mingzhu was still staring at the computer screen, completely unaware...
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On the other side, Wanqing failed to win Qin Siyuan back and got dead drunk.
In the end, the Wang Family’s eldest uncle arranged to meet her.
In a luxury hotel suite, Wanqing was sprawled across the sofa, eyes half-closed, smoking. She had only a bath towel wrapped around her body, looking quite indulgent. After a moment, the bathroom door opened and a middle‑aged man with a beer belly came out, swaggered over, pinched her cheek, then picked up the cigarette pack beside him and lit one as well.
Wanqing slanted a look at him, her voice frail and soft: "What made you think of looking for me today? Aren’t you the one who’s most afraid of his wife? It’s this late already, aren’t you afraid she’ll suspect?"
Wang Kefu sat on the sofa, blowing smoke rings. When he’d had enough, he snorted: "What does a little girl like you know? This is business. The company’s a total mess right now, how can I not find a way?"
Wanqing laughed, then squinted her eyes and kept smoking. She really did look intoxicated. Wang Kefu couldn’t help himself and pawed at her again. After a long while, she pushed him away and thumped him. "Alright, talk business."
Wang Kefu awkwardly let go of her and sat to the side. His two shifty mung‑bean eyes stared at her for a long time before he finally grinned: "I heard you and that Qin kid had a thing? And you even snatched him from my family’s Anxi, huh."
As he spoke, he turned lewd again: "With that bed skill of yours, no wonder the Qin kid couldn’t keep his hands off you."
Wanqing glanced at him, then slowly lay down on the sofa, giving a self‑mocking little smile: "So what? The one he can’t forget now is still Gu Anxi."
"What’s so good about that little niece of mine? She’s not one‑ten‑thousandth of you," Wang Kefu said, shameless as ever.
Wanqing said faintly, "Then divorce your wife and marry me."
As soon as she said that, Wang Kefu gave an embarrassed laugh: "It’s fine to have some fun outside once in a while, but I can’t hold up your youth. You’re a big‑shot artist; following a crude guy like me would be such a waste."
If she could, Wanqing really wanted to slap him across the face.
At this point, Wang Kefu added, "Right, I still haven’t asked you just now—what’s the story with you and that Qin kid? Does his word carry any weight with Anxi?"
Wanqing looked at him like he was an idiot: "You tell me, does a heartless scumbag have any ’weight’? Besides, isn’t Gu Anxi your niece? Why do you have to rely on someone else to speak to her?"
Wang Kefu chuckled: "Didn’t I piss her off? Actually it’s not even me, it’s the old man who wants to take back her shares. It’s got nothing to do with me. That brat refused and even tipped off Lin Yuan, turning our whole family upside down. The old man already knows. Right now Kegui is the one getting chewed out."
Wanqing leaned forward: "Then why are you still here? Aren’t you afraid your old man will be pissed?"
Wang Kefu just grinned, then chuckled aloud: "Can’t help it when I’ve got a warm, soft little beauty like you in my arms."
But after the laugh, his face sank and he frowned: "So tell me, what does that little bastard Anxi respond to?"
Wanqing felt really bitter. Wherever she went, Gu Anxi was always the center of attention. Even this Wang Kefu, who was her uncle, still had to curry favor with her. And she herself could only be someone’s plaything.
She zoned out for a moment, until the middle‑aged man slapped her: "You little slut, hurry up and help me think."
Wanqing gave a very faint smile: "Then it’s probably this: give the shares back to her, and then let her do whatever she wants. Only then will she let it go, only then will she make Lin Yuan stop."
When Wang Kefu heard that, he glared at her: "Really? She’s that greedy?"
"She’s not greedy, she’s domineering," Wanqing said sourly. "If it’s a man, once someone else has touched him she wouldn’t want him. But money? Even if it’s got shit on it, it’s still good."
"That little bastard." Wang Kefu hurriedly got up and put his clothes on. "Alright, I’m heading out first."
Wanqing wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and said in a very sultry voice, "When are you coming again?"
As disgusting and ugly as this Wang guy was, he was generous with money. At auctions he could throw it around like water. So no matter how much she hated him, she still couldn’t bear to give up such a generous sugar daddy.
But Wang Kefu was no longer in the mood. He turned around and patted her cheek: "Okay, when that tigress at home goes back to her mother’s place, I’ll come every day. Just don’t know if the big artist will have time for me?"
Wanqing smiled, lay against his chest, and said softly, "I’ll be waiting for you."
She added, "I’ll be staying in Jiangcheng for a while."
Wang Kefu pinched her face: "You little slut, wait for me."
After he finished, his fat body briskly pulled open the door and left. The moment he walked out, Wanqing cursed under her breath: "Fat pig."
She leaned back on the sofa again and smoked, but as she smoked she started crying...
She didn’t want to be like this either. She didn’t want to sell herself over and over, to be called livestock by others.
But she had no choice. If Siyuan were willing to accept her, she wouldn’t be tangled up with this Wang again. Siyuan, he... she thought of that girl in the backseat of his car, and it felt like her heart was being cut to pieces.
Gu Mingzhu, Gu Anxi’s younger sister. Does Gu Anxi really refuse to let her live a decent life even if it kills her?
On the other side, Wang Kefu hurried back to the Wang Family’s main house. He had barely stepped inside when the old man hurled a cup at him: "You useless piece of crap, the company’s in this state and you’re still out playing with women."
"I wasn’t, Old Man, you’re wronging me," Wang Kefu shouted as he went over to sit down.
The old man was still fuming: "You shameless thing, you think I don’t know? Isn’t it that socialite from Beicheng? A woman everyone’s already talked to death, and you still treat her like a fresh flower and sniff her like she smells good."
