Gu Wenjuan was so humiliated she couldn’t lift her head, crying as she tried to walk, reaching forward to pull on Gu ZhenGuo, choking out a plea, "Just lend three million, I will pay you back..."
Gu ZhenGuo, unable to contain his anger, shook off Gu Wenjuan’s hand and raised his hand to slap her, shouting angrily, "Lend? What do you have to lend with?"
Gu Wenjuan, stunned, covered her face, tears numbly streaming down.
Her world had collapsed.
The couple, Third Uncle Zhuang and his wife, were dumbfounded.
What kind of family was this!
Just monts ago, they appeared deeply fatherly and daughterly affectionate, and now they abruptly turned into this...
This was, indeed... quite the spectacle.
Seeing the situation, the Zhuang Family knew that the money was definitely not coming back.
Gu ZhenGuo then made a scene at the Zhuang’s place, hurling extrely ugly words at Gu Wenjuan.
"I told you to live well and have a good life in the Zhuang family, I didn’t tell you to lose three million!"
"You gave one million, I am your father, isn’t it right for you to give one million when you have money?"
"Wishful thinking, three million; I don’t make three million in a year!"
"Young Master Yu likes you so much, he even provided a place for you, treated you well, and yet you drive yourself to this state, what is wrong with your brain?"
"Stupid pig, just like your mom!"
...
Such harsh words were unbearable; the people at the Zhuang family grew impatient, the servants murmuring among themselves, feeling great sympathy for Gu Wenjuan.
But ultimately it was none of their business, and most chose to stay out of it.
Soon, the people of the Zhuang family drove them away.
Initially, the Zhuang family had planned to send Gu Wenjuan to Gu ZhenGuo’s doorstep, but since Gu ZhenGuo had shown up himself, there naturally was no need to send her over as well.
Gu Wenjuan and Gu ZhenGuo both stood at the gateway, with Gu Wenjuan having three large suitcases beside her.
These were not packed by her, but by the servants; the suitcases contained many items, and Gu Wenjuan found them difficult to pull.
She cried almost to the point of suffocation while pulling the suitcases, struggling to move forward.
Gu ZhenGuo glared at her resentfully, then walked away himself.
Gu Wenjuan was so overco with tears that she couldn’t handle it anymore, her whole body trembling. She could only watch helplessly as Gu ZhenGuo drove away, while she pitifully dragged the several suitcases at the roadside with difficulty.
Thunder roared in the sky as large raindrops quickly began to fall.
Gu Wenjuan was utterly confused; she suddenly thought of soone: Qin An.
Mo Shu’s stepsister, a very gentle and kind person.
Holding her phone, tears continuously streaming down, Gu Wenjuan finally dialed Qin An’s number.
On the other end, Qin An was doing group howork with her classmates.
The project was nearly complete, and the instructor was very pleased, giving many praises.
Qin An was very happy in her heart, she knew, this was an opportunity that Princess Mo specially gave her, intended for her alone.
So this howork was extrely important for her.
When Princess Mo woke up and saw how well she had seized this opportunity, wouldn’t she be pleased? Wouldn’t she be surprised, perhaps even praise her?
The image of Princess Mo’s relieved and happy expression seed already in Qin An’s mind, her lips inadvertently curling into a smile, her eyes gleaming with expectation.
But thinking that Princess Mo was still unconscious made Qin An’s heart ache.
The phone on the table rang, Qin An looked at it—it was Gu Wenjuan.
This na had been constantly on Qin An’s mind lately.
Such an annoying person.
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