243 Go and Have A Shower (1/2)

Heartbroken, Huo Yanmei had slowly drifted apart from Lin Xuanji. When Lin Xuanji was caught up with Lu Jinwen, she made an excuse to meet Gu Tianling at the bar and spiked his drink. That was the night she slept with Gu Tianling.

It was that night, she had become pregnant with Gu Tianling's child, Gu Mohan.

Old Master Gu had strong regard for the bloodline and since the Huo family was a distinguished family in Karghalik, he allowed the marriage to proceed, despite Gu Tianling's strong objection. Ever since then, she knew that Gu Tianling despised her to the depths of her soul. Apart from that one drunken night, over the last 30 years, he had refused to touch her and barely tolerated her presence.

Although she had become Madam Gu, she lived like a widow.

Since then, Gu Tianling didn't stop having mistresses outside. They were sought after with Lin Xuanji as the benchmark. If they had eyes or a nose that resembled Lin Xuanji's, they would be doted on greatly by Gu Tianling.

Gu Tianling was a lavish spender and he gave away prestigious cars or apartments like they were nothing. Even though she minded his actions, Huo Yanmei couldn't do anything to stop him.

He had made it clear that he didn't want to have anything to do with her. For any matters requiring attention, they were attended to by his butler.

Huo Yanmei stood, frozen in the same spot while as she recalled Lin Xuanji. Together with Lin Xuanji, they had experienced the best days in her youth, but it was also Lin Xuanji who had pushed her into such a situation.

Nobody would understand why she had a love-hate relationship with Lin Xuanji.

However, she should have felt better because Lin Xuanji had a more unfortunate life than her. This was because Lin Xuanji had met… Lu Jinwen… that demon.

…

In the room.

The maid brought over two sets of pajamas. ”Young madam, the pajamas are here.”

Lu Qi'er lifted her eyes and looked at Gu Mohan, who stood on the balcony. He had removed his blazer and he now wore a black custom-made shirt inside. With one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand holding on to a cigarette, the smoke continued to stream out of his lips in intermittent puffs of grey haze. His muscular build was almost camouflaged in the fogginess.