Seeing Gu Moqian seemingly lost in thought, Chen Ke took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Gu, do you need to imdiately send soone to Japan to bring Ji Chuyang back?"
"No need."
Gu Moqian already had a plan in his mind and said calmly, "I recall I need to go on a business trip to Japan next Wednesday. Start making arrangents now—I want to deal with him personally while I’m there."
Of all the countries, Ji Chuyang deliberately fled to Japan; this matter isn’t as simple as it seems.
What’s more, this spoiled rich boy dared to target both him and Ji Wei—the man had practically set one foot in the grave. Let him jump around for a few more days; it wouldn’t hurt.
"Understood, Mr. Gu."
Chen Ke bowed his head in compliance.
Seeing Gu Moqian redirect his attention to the docunts in front of him, Chen Ke chose not to linger and quietly exited, closing the door behind him.
But less than half a minute after the door shut, it was forcefully pushed open again.
A coarse and boisterous voice suddenly broke the quiet of the office: "Old Mo, you’re still alive huh!"
Without lifting his head, Gu Moqian already knew Xi Nanfeng had arrived.
"Not dead—sorry to disappoint you."
Gu Moqian replied in a calm, emotionless tone without so much as batting an eyelid.
"Damn, you survived falling off a cable car—your luck is insane! Lend so of your luck, brother. I’ll go buy a lottery ticket later."
Xi Nanfeng strode up to his desk, his face brimming with excitent.
"Did you find the person behind it?"
It was another voice speaking now, steady and composed.
Gu Moqian raised his eyes at the sound, seeing Xi Nanfeng’s other companion—Ye Cheng—standing behind him.
So these two had conspired to co together to "check on" their brother who had narrowly escaped death?
"Yes, that brat from the Ji Family," Gu Moqian answered with indifference.
"Do you need help?" Ye Cheng asked again.
"No need."
Ye Cheng nodded knowingly, and without saying more, he stepped to the nearby sofa. Without hesitation, he picked up the warm teacup on the table and began to drink.
Since Gu Moqian managed to pinpoint the perpetrator in less than half a day, Ye Cheng trusted he could handle the matter on his own.
There was no need for him to get involved.
Feeling sidelined, Xi Nanfeng scratched his head awkwardly. Suddenly, he spotted a faint lipstick mark on Gu Moqian’s left cheek and, acting as if he’d discovered sothing unbelievable, exclaid in shock: "Old Mo, who did this to you? Leaving such blatant evidence—aren’t you afraid Little Weiwei will tear you apart?"
Gu Moqian shot him a glare: "My wife kissed . Got a problem with that?"
Hearing the word "wife" co out of Gu Moqian’s mouth was akin to listening to a fairy tale; both Xi Nanfeng and Ye Cheng couldn’t hide their astonishnt.
Leaning onto the desk, Xi Nanfeng demanded aggressively, "Old Mo, when the hell did you get married? Who’s the lucky lady?"
Gu Moqian gave him a look reserved for idiots and said, "Nanfeng, a brain is a wonderful thing."
Xi Nanfeng nearly spat blood, but soon he caught on: "Wait, so you’re saying... you married Ji Wei?"
"Yes." Gu Moqian nodded. "Got the certificate this morning—still fresh."
Xi Nanfeng’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, and he shouted: "You’re lightning fast! Last night you were at death’s door, and today you’re already coupled up. Brother, I respect that!"
Gu Moqian raised an eyebrow lightly, neither confirming nor denying the sentint.
After a short pause, Xi Nanfeng asked again: "Hold on, if you’re already a married man, why did you bring Zhu Jianian into the company? Are you planning for a threeso?"
Earlier, while entering with Ye Cheng, Xi Nanfeng had clearly seen Zhu Jianian in the cubicle area discussing a project with colleagues. At that ti, he had already found it odd—why had Zhu Jianian returned to the country quietly and even entered the Gu Group?
Xi Nanfeng always had a tendency to speak without a filter, but this ti, he’d clearly provoked Gu Moqian.
Gu Moqian’s glare turned icy, practically freezing Xi Nanfeng on the spot.
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