Mu Lee looked at Mo Ling, and an apologetic look appeared in his eyes: "Apologies, Mr Mo, my husband is not feeling well, I will bring him back to rest first."
"Why is it that you feel uncomfortable when you meet me?" Was it because Mr. Gu was feeling unwell, or was it because he was unwell after meeting me? " Mo Ling straightforwardly pressed on, seemingly wanting to force Gu Tingchen to speak the truth.
"The reason for him being in good health and being in bad condition is naturally related to the people he meets. I didn't expect this mister to know his limits." Gu Tingchen also did not allow himself to be outdone, and directly returned the favor.
Mu Lee, "..." What a strong smell of smoke.
Mu Lee could not help but be a little worried, if this continued, the two of them would start fighting.
"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, my husband just came back from a business trip and the time difference has not come back yet. I will treat you to a banquet later." Mu Lee said apologetically once again.
"There's no need to be courteous Miss Mu. I will be staying in the Haicheng for a long period of time, and we will have a lot of chances to meet again."
A meaningful look appeared in Mo Ling's eyes, then his gaze landed on Gu Tingchen's cold and indifferent face, and unknowingly, he revealed a complacent smile.
"Xiao Li, where's my wallet?" Just as the two were about to leave, Gu Tingchen suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the man's hand. As expected, his wallet was missing.
"Could it be that it was placed on the counter when I was buying just now?" Mu Lee was worried, what kind of person was Gu Tingchen, if he lost his purse, then the loss would not be something that could be estimated with money.
"Go find him, I'll wait for you here."
"Alright, I'll be right down." With that, Mu Lee ran towards the shop that she had just entered.
At this moment, only Gu Tingchen and Mo Ling were left staring at each other.
"I didn't think that the dignified Second Young Master of the Gu family would use such a method. Is there anything he wants to say to me, that he wants to part with his wife?" Mo Ling lowered his head to look at the man in the wheelchair. Even though his legs were crippled, no one dared to underestimate his ferocity.
"What are you doing here?" Gu Tingchen shouted coldly.
However, a trace of playfulness appeared in Mo Ling's eyes, and he sat on a chair not far from Gu Tingchen. "This place is not your house, why can't I come here?"
Gu Tingchen was a little impatient: "You're courting death."
"I suddenly feel that Haicheng is a lot more fun than Western Europe. Especially this little wife of yours, she suits my taste."
Mo Ling didn't care in the slightest that this man in front of him was his wife.
"If you like it, you can just take it." Gu Tingchen did not care about it at all. It was as if Mu Lee was just something that anyone could take if they wanted to.
But just then, Mo Ling frowned, his face revealed a look of disbelief: "She is your wife."
The expression in Gu Tingchen's eyes flickered. "It's just a business marriage, how much affection do we have?"
"Pa …" Gu Tingchen heard the sound of something dropping from his hands behind him, and his back stiffened. His fingers couldn't help but grab onto his sleeves to cover up his panic.
Mo Ling didn't notice anything strange, but there was an additional trace of playfulness on the corner of his mouth: "Since that's the case, why don't you give your wife to me?"
"I have no objections. You can ask my wife if she wants to go with you." Gu Tingchen pushed the wheelchair over and turned to look at Mu Lee: "Do you like this man?"
Mu Lee's eyes reddened, and she tried her best to hold back her tears.
Only after a long while did Mu Lee loosen her tightly held hands. At this moment, her fingertips were already turning white, which was enough to show how much strength she had used to clench them.
Mu Lee bent down and picked up the purse that had just dropped, "Mr. Mo, please don't joke with me anymore. I have already married Gu Tingchen and have no intention to remarry. Tingchen, your wallet is at the front desk where you just sold things, next time you need to remember to hold onto it well. "
As he said that, he looked at Mo Ling apologetically and pushed Gu Tingchen away from the shopping mall.
The moment he turned around, Gu Tingchen clearly saw those slightly red eyes of his.
Gu Tingchen clenched his fists, and endured his anger.
"Heh, interesting …" Mo Ling chuckled, and then left in the opposite direction towards the two of them.
Gu Tingchen sat on the wheelchair, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, as though he wanted to say something to Mu Lee but didn't know how to do so.
Returning to the car, the whole workshop became deathly silent, making it hard to breathe.
After a long while, Mu Lee finally said slowly: "Tingchen, to you, am I just an unnecessary person?"
No.
Gu Tingchen muttered in his heart, but when the words reached his mouth, he didn't know how to say it.
Mu Lee looked at Gu Tingchen with hope, but the latter only closed his eyes and did not answer.
Mu Lee lowered his head, and laughed awkwardly: "Haha, I got it."
"Alright, let's go home first. You should take a good rest, sneaking back after a business trip isn't a good leader." Mu Lee held back her emotions, but Gu Tingchen could hear that her voice was choked with sobs.
"Yes." After saying that, Gu Tingchen closed his eyes once again.
Mu Lee did not look at Gu Tingchen anymore, she turned her head to the side of the window to look at the people walking by, and in the next second, a crystal clear tear drop landed on her hand.