Chapter 1293: I Can Support You Too

He didn’t say anything more, just slowly followed behind her, watching her walk ahead.

Today she wore a black silk long dress, with a long trench coat over it, looking much more mature than before. Gu Fei walked behind, lit a cigarette but didn’t smoke it, holding it between his fingers.

His mood was slightly complex; after more than a year, he still didn’t know whether he hated Zhao Mo Ran more or loved her more. He was even more unsure why he was stopping to meet her, but he could tell she had no feelings for him anymore, treating him like an acquaintance, or even less than an old friend. Probably she only tolerated him because she feared he’d pester her, or feared her wealthy husband might cause trouble for her.

Thinking of this made his expression even more complex.

Minutes later, they were sitting in a cafe. Gu Fei, displaying a semblance of propriety, ordered two coffees. Zhao Mo Ran quietly said, “Give me a glass of milk instead.”

Gu Fei was initially stunned, then remembered she was still nursing.

She had only given birth a few months before.

Gu Fei chuckled self-deprecatingly: “I forgot about Mrs. Chu’s current situation.”

After speaking, he signaled the waiter to switch to milk. The waitress, a young girl, blushed deeply while preparing the order, suddenly asking, “Gu… Mr. Gu, could you sign an autograph for me?”

Gu Fei raised his eyes, his gaze slightly cold.

The young woman hesitated but couldn’t resist her desire and quietly requested, “I’ve admired Mr. Gu’s paintings for a long time, can you…”

Gu Fei was about to refuse when Zhao Mo Ran took a sip of milk, changing his mind. He signed an autograph for the girl and conveniently wrote a phone number.

The girl was surprised and delighted, then became uneasy.

She glanced at Zhao Mo Ran, fingers clutching tightly—

This lady wasn’t… wasn’t Mr. Gu’s girlfriend? They clearly looked like a couple, especially with Mr. Gu’s gaze; she must not be mistaken.

“Is there a problem?” Gu Fei smirked, “Or are you unwilling to call me?”

The young woman stammered, “No… no, I just fear disturbing Mr. Gu, that it’s inconvenient…”

While speaking, her gaze fell on Zhao Mo Ran, remaining uneasy.

Zhao Mo Ran smiled softly, “I’m just an old classmate with Mr. Gu.”

The young girl’s cheeks blushed even more, gripping the paper, her face red: “Thank you, Mr. Gu, I will… definitely call.”

It was work hours, after all, and she dared not linger, turning to leave with shyness and modesty.

After she left, Gu Fei said nothing either.

Zhao Mo Ran took another sip of milk, speaking lightly, “Seems quite practiced, should I congratulate you?”

Gu Fei smiled indifferently, “Don’t you feel uncomfortable?”

She shook her head, changing the subject: “Your personal life doesn’t concern me much, Gu Fei. We’re just at the stage of having tea and exchanging pleasantries.”

Gu Fei locked his gaze on her, his voice carrying resentment: “Zhao Mo Ran, you know I won’t!”

She watched him calmly, without speaking.

Gu Fei appeared a bit embarrassed, yesterday and just now, any self-control he had was easily crushed by her few words. She told him it was just pleasantries, but he couldn’t… perhaps he still hated her, but he couldn’t forget about her either.

Ignoring the surrounding gazes, he suddenly grasped her hand; when she tried to pull away, he tightened his hold, his voice tense: “Don’t rush away, Mo Ran, I have something to tell you.”

Her lips moved, her hand pulling harder, but was powerless; the difference in strength between men and women was stark. So, she could only angrily say, “You want to speak, then let go, Mr. Gu, don’t forget I’m Mrs. Chu now.”

“Mrs. Chu?” Gu Fei sneered, “Did Chu Ci acknowledge you as Mrs. Chu? Married for a year, with a child only two or three months old, he already has a woman and child outside. It’s truly a glamorous position, being Mrs. Chu! Or do you not care about anything else, only about the luxurious life and the halo the title Mrs. Chu brings you?”

Despite saying this, he still let go of her.

Zhao Mo Ran suddenly withdrew, her body hitting the chair back, a slight pain in her back yet she didn’t retreat. She glared at Gu Fei and smiled softly: “Yes, I don’t care, I just want the life of Mrs. Chu! You see, I’m living well, with unlimited money, a dozen servants serving me at home, and my child will have the best education in the future. These are things you can’t give me.”

“I can give them now,” Gu Fei almost blurted out in anger.

After saying this, he froze.

Not only him but Zhao Mo Ran too was stunned.

What was he saying?

Did he mean… not caring she had married and had children…

She wanted to say something, but Gu Fei quickly said, “Leave him, come abroad with me. I can give you the same life, what I couldn’t give in the past, I can now.”

Zhao Mo Ran was about to shake her head when she suddenly stopped, seeing Chu Ci behind the glass wall opposite. His face was gloomy; he stood there, she didn’t know how long, didn’t know what he heard or how much.

At this moment, Gu Fei’s hand was again on her hand, making it impossible to clear the situation. After all, she had previously refused him, yet now meeting with Gu Fei. Even if without this intention, she felt that Chu Ci wouldn’t let her off now.

Chu Ci came over before she could respond, gently moved Gu Fei’s hand aside, and pulled her up, speaking softly, “It’s late, time to go home.”

“Chu Ci.” She called his name, subconsciously wanting to explain.

She didn’t want to live well with him, but that didn’t mean she should be misunderstood and unable to lead a good life.

Gu Fei also added, “Mr. Chu might be misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding what?” Chu Ci turned sideways, with a trace of mocking smile on his face: “Is Mr. Gu overestimating himself? My wife is not someone outsiders get to comment on.”

He then looked at Zhao Mo Ran, speaking lightly, “Xun Xun is at home, didn’t you want to see her?”

This sentence held considerable information, mostly indicating if she didn’t want to see their daughter, then feel free to continue lingering with Gu Fei here. She wasn’t foolish, quickly understood the meaning behind his words, her face pale…

Her lips moved slightly, but in the end, she didn’t explain, “I’ll go back with you.”

As she turned to leave, Gu Fei caught her other hand, “Mo Ran!”

This time, before Chu Ci could act, she herself brushed his hand aside, her voice very light: “I’m sorry, Mr. Gu.”

Gu Fei wanted to say more, but Chu Ci had already taken Zhao Mo Ran and left…the sight of their departing backs made Gu Fei clenched his hand tightly.

The young girl came over at this moment, she had seen it all, Mr. Gu liked that beautiful woman, but that woman didn’t like him, she had a husband.

She mustered the courage, “Mr. Gu…”

However, Gu Fei brusquely replied, “Don’t bother me!”

He threw down two hundred yuan and stormed off.

The girl stood there, her face flushed red…

Chu Ci’s car was parked outside the cafe, he pushed Zhao Mo Ran into the car and got in himself. As he fastened the seatbelt, Zhao Mo Ran leaned lightly against the seat back, “Chu Ci, my car is still in the underground parking.”

“I’ll have the driver bring it back later.” He fastened the seatbelt, placed his hand on the steering wheel, and turned his head, what he said next was somewhat cutting: “What, do you still want to reminisce with Gu Fei, flirt and hug, do you find the cafe not convenient enough?”

“Show some respect,” she couldn’t help but say.

However, as soon as she spoke, her jaw was pinched by him, his grip was powerful, almost violently treating her, she couldn’t endure the pain and had to turn to look at him.

Chu Ci’s voice was soft: “Am I disrespectful or do you take me for a fool? Do you know what Gu Fei does now?”

She quietly looked at him, after a long time, she managed to utter a few words: “I don’t know.”

He drew closer, a mocking smile playing on his lips: “Specializing in enticing wealthy wives to support him, tell me, isn’t he a gigolo? Now he targets me, tell me how I can deal with him to vent my anger?”

“Don’t.” She closed her eyes, “Chu Ci, don’t, I didn’t mean it that way!”