Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
By the time she returned home from examining the Hummer, her apartment was spotless.
With a gentle smile, Auntie Long said respectfully, “Madam, I’ve finished cooking dinner. Would you like to eat now?”
Huo Weiwu sat down on the couch and studied Auntie Long for a long moment. She popped a grape into her mouth and asked halfheartedly, “Will you report what I do every day to Gu Haoting?”
Auntie Long paused.
She hadn’t expected Huo Weiwu to be so direct.
“I will have to make reports if the Commander asks me to,” replied Auntie Long honestly.
“What if I’m the one who pays your salary in the future?” Huo Weiwu popped another grape into her mouth.
“My two oldest sons are both in the Commander’s unit,” answered Auntie Long with her head lowered.
She seemed to be subtly implying that she worked for Gu Haoting, not merely for the money.
“You’re very honest. I like that. I’ll have my meal now,” said Huo Weiwu as she cleaned her hands with a tissue. Once the meal was laid before her, she dug in.
After her meal, she laid down in her bedroom and daydreamed for some time while staring at the ceiling.
Her phone had been turned off for ten days.
Huo Weiwu dug it out of her purse, connected it to a power source, and switched it on.
The device began to buzz incessantly as tons of notifications greeted her.
Some were from Yanzi, some were from Gu Jiaoxue and Wei Yankang, and there were messages from her colleagues and one of her brothers as well.
Huo Weiwu decided to give her brother, Shen Mochen, a call.
“Little Wu, is everything alright with you?” asked Shen Mochen, concerned.
Huo Weiwu decided to tell him only the good things. “I’ve got a full stomach, plenty of sleep, and ample opportunity to have fun. What could possibly be wrong?”
“When do you intend on getting married to Gu Haoting?” asked Shen Mochen.
“Soon, I think. We’re going to have a quiet wedding. I think he’s busy with something now, but once he’s done, we’ll sign the papers. How are you and Miaomiao?” Huo Weiwu drew her knees to her chest.
“Things have been peaceful since you haven’t been around to lead her astray,” Shen Mochen replied wryly.
Huo Weiwu curled her lips in a sly smile. “I really am quite fond of her. Big brother, do watch after her carefully. I can’t do anything to help you if she ends up falling in love with me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll strangle any love rivals regardless of gender. I won’t give anyone an opportunity to steal her away. I’ll convey our big brother’s opinions on his behalf—he says that if you don’t wish to marry Gu Haoting, you don’t have to. Your two brothers are capable of protecting you,” said Shen Mochen in a low voice.
Huo Weiwu knew that her two oldest brothers could protect her, but at what cost?
This had all started because of her. Before this, her two older brothers and Gu Haoting had as little chance of meeting as a valley river and a mountainside well. But if they offended a political figure like Gu Haoting, it would promise destruction to her family’s entrepreneurial efforts. It would guarantee them many enemies as well.
“Gu Haoting is really handsome. On top of that, he has a good figure, he’s trained in martial arts, and he has power and authority. Marrying him isn’t such a bad thing, so you guys don’t have to worry about me. Am I the kind of person to let myself get bullied? Please,” said Huo Weiwu comfortingly.
Shen Mochen was silent for three seconds before he replied, “Call me if you encounter any hardship.”
“They already have enough problems of their own, how can I possibly bear to make them stress over me as well?” Huo Weiwu thought with a smile. She decided to change the topic of the conversation.
“Right, there was something I wanted to ask you. Big brother, I heard that three of Gu Haoting’s ex-fiancées passed away. How did they die?”
“The first one went out to sea with her friend and drowned while trying to save her friend from the same fate.”
“The second one died in a car accident.”
“The third one caught an infection and died because of complications with the disease,” said Shen Mochen.
“Is Gu Haoting a natural jinx?” At that, Huo Weiwu frowned. “No, that can’t be right. If he really was a jinx, the first person to die would have been his mother. In this case, he might be a jinx whose influences only his wives—I heard that his fourth fiancée attempted suicide and is currently in the hospital, unable to wake up from a coma.”