Assistant to My Contracted Husband
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159: Chapter 159: Do You Want to Be Mrs.

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Gu Part 1 Update (2)_1 Jian Ran looked at the terrified expression on Pan Ming’s face as he was threatened by Gu Mochen and bit her lip.

She almost didn’t need to guess to know that the man was seizing the opportunity to make a point.

“I’m sorry, Mr.

Gu, I just…

I just couldn’t control myself, I really like Miss Jian a lot.”

Gu Mochen tugged at the corner of his lips and let out a light snort.

There were plenty of people who liked Jian Ran.

Before, there were Qin Mu and Han Siming, and now these rotten peaches were by her side.

Shit…

What was this Mr.

Gu here for?

Was the role of a husband just for show?

Upon further thought, Gu Mochen realized that his role as a husband to Jian Ran was indeed nominal and virtually non-existent.

Gu Mochen, seeing that Pan Ming was still looking at Jian Ran with earnest interest, continued in a deliberate manner, “Gu Family is a place for work, not a place for romantic affairs.

Write me a 3000-word self-criticism.”

“Yes, Mr.

Gu.”

Jian Ran: “…”

Poor Pan Ming.

Gu Mochen was clearly mixing personal grudges with official business.

But it also served to reject Pan Ming’s confessions on her behalf.

Jian Ran’s phoenix eyes were cold as she saw Pan Ming look at her with an expression of wanting to say something yet holding back, and in the end, he could only helplessly head towards the administrative department, murmuring softly,

“Mr.

Gu, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the design department.”

“Hold on, Jian Ran, come to my office.”

Jian Ran: “…”

To the office?

What for?

The man’s magnetic voice fell entirely on her ears, causing Jian Ran to feel somewhat ill at ease.

“What do you mean…”

“I think, you should ask me if it’s a personal matter or a work-related one?”

Jian Ran: “…”

A personal matter or a work-related one…

It seemed that for her, neither would bear good results.

Jian Ran became even more uncomfortable and anxious.

“Mr.

Gu…”

Gu Mochen looked at Jian Ran’s fair little face, her beautiful, clear eyes glistening and inviting sympathy.

“It’s a personal matter.”

“However, if you don’t come, I’ll treat it as a work-related issue.

And, you know, deduct from your salary.”

Jian Ran: “…”

Gu Mochen had won.

Jian Ran was irritated beyond measure and deep down, she even despised herself for being led by the nose by Gu Mochen.

This was enough.

“Yes, Mr.

Gu.”

…

Bracing herself, Jian Ran followed Gu Mochen to the president’s office.

As soon as she entered the office, Jian Ran instinctively clenched her small hands, fully on guard against Gu Mochen, as if prepared to ward off a wolf.

After all, this Gu Mochen…

Was extremely dangerous.

Alone with a man, especially in one room, Gu Mochen seemed to Jian Ran like a lascivious wolf.

“Mr.

Gu, Manager Pan and I have nothing more than a normal superior-subordinate relationship, with no feelings outside the scope of work.”

“Jian Ran, I only trust my own eyes and ears.”

The man’s words were loaded with implications, very clearly hinting at something.

Jian Ran was momentarily speechless, and after thinking for a moment, she calmly and neither humbly nor arrogantly said,

“I wonder if Mr.

Gu has heard the story about Su Shi and the Monk Foyin?”

You could tell that the girl was consciously or unconsciously stirring her emotions; Gu Mochen, with his tall frame leaning casually against the desk, lifted an eyebrow and asked nonchalantly,

“No, tell me about it.”

“One day, Su Shi jokingly asked the Monk Foyin, ‘What do you think I look like?’ The Monk Foyin answered, ‘I think you look like Buddha.'”