Zou Wa is now a big celebrity, and she is especially attentive to personal privacy when choosing a restaurant, even when sitting in the lobby, she doesn’t need to wear a mask and doesn’t worry about fans swarming to ask for her autograph.
The discreet and luxurious private room exudes high-end grandeur everywhere.
Even Gu Junhe has never seen such a good private room.
Back in South City, even at the best restaurants, he never saw a private room decorated so elegantly.
What’s more, since the Gu Family fell into decline, Gu Junhe had to toil for a living, amassing a heap of debt, let alone stepping into places like this; he couldn’t afford to choose good restaurants for dining.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Gu Junhe sat directly opposite Zou Wa, gazing at Zou Wa’s increasingly beautiful face, his eyes captivated as he said, "My wife is truly getting more beautiful."
"Yeah, she’s getting wealthier, even the seats are real leather." Gu Junhe stroked the chair he was sitting on. This restaurant has high consumption, and nowadays, if it weren’t for chasing Zou Wa, he couldn’t afford a single al here.
"Ex-wife," Zou Wa reminded.
"I truly regret letting you go." Gu Junhe stood up and sat next to Zou Wa. Today, she was wearing a black dress that accentuated her slender waist, the V-neck design revealing her attractive collarbone, her long hair curled into big waves, and from beside her, you could almost sll the fragrance from her hair.
Her every movent exudes elegant intellectual beauty.
"Yaru, let’s remarry..."
Gu Junhe reached out to touch her face, but before he could finish speaking, the next mont, his chair was kicked.
"Ah..."
Gu Junhe clutched his struck leg.
Zou Wa showed no rcy, landing a flurry of punches and kicks on Gu Junhe.
Over the years, Zou Wa took special lessons in taekwondo, and after several years, her skills were enough to handle an ordinary man!
Don’t be fooled by Gu Junhe’s tall and bulky build; he used to be fierce towards Zou Yaru, turning violent when drunk. But given the natural strength differences between genders, a slightly tougher woman would be too much for Gu Junhe.
Zou Wa had specifically trained, Gu Junhe was fundantally not her match, initially retaliating, but ultimately, he could only curl up, cursing, "You damn woman, just wait, I’m going to expose your true self to everyone."
Having had her fill of fighting, Zou Wa sat down on a leather chair nearby, looking down at Gu Junhe from above as she laughed, "Go ahead, who will believe you?"
She innocently reminded him, "Gu Junhe, if you decide to spread it, I can’t control your mouth, but you owe quite a few debts, around tens of thousands, right? What do you think would happen if I revealed your whereabouts? Would you still live well?"
"Let calculate, fraud could land you a sentence of five, six, seven, or even eight years."
Zou Wa’s casual words made Gu Junhe’s eyelids twitch fiercely as he stood up, clutching his sore body. While everything hurt, there were no external wounds. He moved his body, eyes fixed on Zou Wa and said, "Impressive, threatening people so systematically, do you think I’ll be scared?"
"You don’t have to be afraid; it’s just a few years inside, you’ll still be doing fine, but, you also have a son, right?" Zou Wa raised her eyebrows.
Gu Junhe seed like a ticking ti bomb, and Zou Wa was fully prepared.
"If you dare touch my son, I’ll take you down with ." Gu Junhe’s face turned extrely grim.
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