Chapter 83: I hate being threatened by others

After a long while, Gu Wenhua remained silent, and Gu Jingzhan began to get impatient.

He warned coldly: If you don’t say anything, I’ll leave, and don’t talk to him again.

Gu Wenhua slowly stopped what he was doing, poured a cup of tea, and pushed the exquisite tea cup in front of him.

I want to return to the Gu Group and join the board of directors.

Gu Wenhua finally spoke, his voice calm and firm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Hearing this, Gu Jingzhan sneered, stared at Gu Wenhua with sharp eyes, and asked him: What do you think is your reason?

Because my last name is Gu. Gu Wenhua replied indifferently, Besides, I hold 8% of the shares of Gu Group.

So?

So, I have the right to request to join the board of directors of Gu Group.

Gu Jingzhan’s eyes instantly froze into ice, and his words were full of contempt: When Gu Group was in trouble, you ran to the United States to hide. Now that Gu Group has overcome the difficulties, you want to come back to share a piece of the pie?

Gu Wenhua turned a deaf ear to what Gu Jingzhan said, and his ugly face gradually revealed.

He smiled indifferently and advised: You have managed Gu Group for so many years, and you have worked hard. Wouldn’t it be better for you to stay at home and accompany Miss Xiang more?

No!

Before Gu Jingzhan could speak, Xiang Wanqiao couldn’t help but answer for him.

I don’t need him to stay at home with me 24 hours a day. With a wife like me who spends money on his family, how can he support me if he doesn’t work hard to build his career?

Gu Jingzhan tilted his head and his eyes fell on Xiang Wanqiao. The corners of his originally cold and hard mouth slightly curled up at this moment, and the coldness in his eyes was instantly replaced by doting.

Xiang Wanqiao continued: Besides, I’m not the type of woman who is a good wife and a good mother. Even if he stays at home with me every day, I may not be able to be with him all the time.

After hearing her words, Gu Wenhua frowned, and a hint of displeasure appeared between his eyebrows.

He said in a deep voice: Miss Xiang, I am your elder after all. Is it appropriate for you to talk to me like this?

I think it’s quite appropriate. Xiang Wanqiao responded to him provocatively, I would not be merciful to Ms. Wen, let alone you.

She looked confident and firm, without the slightest fear or retreat.

Gu Wenhua recalled the scene last night and was speechless for a moment.

Uncle Gu, even if the entire Gu Group was given to you, you might not be able to hold it firmly in your hands. Otherwise, you would not have chosen to run away when Gu Group was in trouble.

Xiang Wanqiao spoke at a steady pace, mocking Gu Wenhua with every word.

Tell me, am I right?

Gu Wenhua’s face suddenly darkened, and his fingers tightly grasped the tea cup in his hand, as if he was going to crush it in the next second.

Gu Jingzhan stood up, adjusted the buttons of his suit jacket, and stared down at Gu Wenhua.

I hate people threatening me the most. If you dare to hurt Qiaoqiao’s hair, I guarantee that your illegitimate son who is raised outside will not have an easy life.

Gu Wenhua finally exploded with anger when he heard this.

He slammed the table and stood up, confronting Gu Jingzhan fiercely: You dare!

At this time, Gu Jingzhan’s heart had calmed down, and his clear voice contained unquestionable determination.

Do you think I dare?

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to Xiang Wanqiao and said gently, Qiaoqiao, let’s go home.

Xiang Wanqiao smiled at him, put her hand in his large palm, and stood up from the chair with his strength.

Before leaving, she also left a piece of advice for Gu Wenhua.

I don’t like being threatened by others either. If you dare to touch Gu Jingzhan, I, a little girl, don’t mind playing with you.

After the couple took turns threatening, they disappeared without a trace in the box, leaving Gu Wenhua alone in impotent rage.

The tea was cold and the people left.

After leaving Qingyuzhai, Gu Jingzhan was silent and didn’t say a word all the way.

Xiang Wanqiao had been secretly paying attention to his emotions and could feel the indescribable low pressure on him.

Although he tried to pretend that he didn’t care, the pain he had suffered would always remain in his heart and could not be easily erased.

Back at Guiyuan, Gu Jingzhan didn’t stay too long. He walked silently towards the study and locked himself in.

Xiang Wanqiao looked at his lonely back and felt a touch of bitterness in her heart.

Wang Ma naturally noticed that Gu Jingzhan was in a bad mood. She thought that the couple had quarreled, so she hurried forward to understand the situation.

Madam, what happened to Mr.? Did you… quarrel?

Xiang Wanqiao shook her head and said to her in a muffled voice: No, it’s just that he encountered some troubles, which made him feel bad. Let him be alone for a while.

After listening to Xiang Wanqiao’s explanation, Wang Ma felt relieved when she knew that they were not quarreling.

So she suggested: Then I will make a cup of tea for Mr., and you can bring it to him later and comfort him.

Xiang Wanqiao nodded in agreement.

After Wang Ma made the tea, Xiang Wanqiao came to the door of Gu Jingzhan’s study with the tea.

She raised her hand, knocked on the door three times, and said: Ah Zhan, it’s me.

However, after waiting for a few seconds, the person in the study did not respond.

Xiang Wanqiao frowned slightly and spoke softly again: Ah Zhan, I’m coming in.

After she finished speaking, she pulled down the door handle, and the door of the study slowly opened.

Gu Jingzhan put his hands in his pockets, stood upright in front of the French window, looking at the scenery in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

She felt that his back looked so lonely, so lonely, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

She suddenly wanted to hug him.

While thinking this, Xiang Wanqiao did it.

She placed the teacup on the table, walked quietly behind him, slid her hands from both sides of his waist, and tightly wrapped her arms around his solid waist.

Xiang Wanqiao wanted this warm hug to drive away the haze in Gu Jingzhan’s heart.

She gently leaned her head on the man’s broad back, and her voice was a bit depressed and dull: Don’t be sad, you still have me.

Gu Jingzhan’s dim eyes drooped, and his thin lips were tightly closed, as if he was trying his best to suppress the emotions deep in his heart.

After a long time, he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low: It’s not that they don’t like children, they just don’t like me.

Every word was smeared with a sad atmosphere, with the helplessness of being unable to change the facts, which made people feel distressed.

Xiang Wanqiao’s heart seemed to be blocked by something, like a lump in the throat, and for a moment she didn’t know how to comfort him.

Qiaoqiao, tell me, why can’t I grow up in a family full of love?

As the words fell, a silent tear slid down from Gu Jingzhan’s eyes.