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The receiver continued to ring with Gu Ting's cold words: "Whether you want to pave the way for Gu Yunyang is your own business. I don't care, and it's none of my concern."

But please remember, don't step on my head, and especially don't touch anything I'm in charge of, or you know the consequences.

Gu Cheng was furious: "Gu Ting, do you know what you're saying? The T platform is currently embroiled in a public opinion storm, which is affecting the Gu family!"

I did this to clean up the mess for you. You think this wave of attention is a good thing?

"You're earning a lot now, but if the T platform collapses, your family will be in a lot of trouble. Can you bear the responsibility?"

"Whether I can shoulder the responsibility or not is none of your concern," Gu Ting said calmly. "You want to use this wave of popularity to boost other platforms of the Gu family, waiting for the T platform to collapse so that they can take over. I know your intentions better than anyone else."

Gu Cheng paused, then said, "I'm doing this for the Gu family..."

"Dad, I'm not the head of the Gu family yet. I don't need your advice, and I certainly don't need you to clean up my messes." Gu Ting interrupted him directly: "I'll say it again, the affairs of the T platform are none of anyone else's business."

"Gu Ting." Gu Cheng knew Gu Ting's personality.

Once a decision is made, nothing can change it.

"Dad, do you still remember Mom?" Gu Ting's calm voice came again.

Gu Cheng froze, pursing his lips and unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Gu Ting didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Gu Ting spoke again: "Let's go offer incense to my mother this Sunday."

Gu Cheng remained silent, his hand holding the phone trembling.

Gu Ting asked again, "Dad, will you come with me?"

After a full minute of silence, Gu Cheng slowly uttered a single word: "Okay."

Gu Ting hung up the phone immediately.

Gu Cheng held his phone, stunned for a long time.

Why did Gu Ting suddenly mention that woman?

Did he discover something?

West Suburb Avenue.

A black Bentley drove by.

The carriage was quiet.

Wen Qi and Wan Jiansi sat side by side in the back seat, creating a subtly ambiguous atmosphere.

Wen Qi couldn't help but glance at Wan Jiansi.

I looked at it again and again, and the more I looked at it, the more pleasing it became to the eye.

He has a high, straight nose, thin, tightly pursed lips, and a smooth, clean profile.

A well-tailored suit makes one look particularly elegant.

That's a really striking look.

As she watched, the next second, the scene in Wen Qi's mind was uncontrollably and automatically brought into her mind.

The bizarre scene of Wan Jiansi and Lu Jisheng kissing was so clear that their expressions were clearly visible.

Wen Qi shivered instantly, goosebumps rising all over her body.

Bah, bah, bah, that damned Lu Jisheng.

Wen Qi mentally complained about the forced alteration of memories.

But before she could even imagine for two seconds, the image in her mind uncontrollably returned to its original state, still that eye-searing scene.

Wen Qi's fingers tightened subtly, though her expression remained calm.

Actually, her mind was in a rave.

The eerie images flashed on and off, alternating between different scenes.

Wen Qi refused to believe in superstition and relentlessly challenged her own mind.

"Miss Wen," Wan Jiansi suddenly spoke.

The image in Wen Qi's mind was forcibly frozen on the scene of Wan Jiansi and Lu Jisheng making love.

He turned his head slightly, and the light just touched Wan Jiansi's handsome face.

The previously frozen scene went haywire again, with all sorts of bizarre combinations of images flying around wildly, all featuring Lu Jisheng and Wan Jiansi.

"No!"

Wen Qi suddenly turned her head to the side and covered her face with one hand.

I'm a little overwhelmed, afraid that if I look at it again, some kind of cringe-worthy image will pop into my head.

Wan Jiansi: "..."

Wen Qi covered her face with her right hand and explained in a muffled voice, "I can't look you in the eye right now. Don't speak yet, let me calm down."

Wan Jiansi: "..."

He couldn't figure out Wen Qi's thought process, so he let her cover her face to calm down.

There was a silence that lasted less than two seconds.

Wan Jiansi spoke again: "Miss Wen, could you please remove your hand from my leg?"

Wen Qi was taken aback and subconsciously moved her left hand.

The fingertips felt a firm touch, and carried a faint warmth.

Ok?

Wen Qi turned her head and looked in the direction of her hand.

Without realizing it, her left hand was now firmly resting on Wan Jiansi's inner thigh.

When people are in an awkward situation, they always want to save face...

Wen Qi didn't immediately remove it; instead, she subconsciously grabbed it twice more.

The material is good.

Wan Jiansi reminded her again, "Could you move it now, Miss Wen?"

Seeing his expression, Wen Qi paused, then couldn't help but bow slightly: "Mr. Wan, you can tell you exercise a lot; you have great muscles."

Wan Jiansi turned his head to the side, his gaze first falling on his thigh that had been touched, lingering for a second.

He then slowly moved his gaze to Wen Qi's face, his voice calm: "Miss Wen, would you like to try?"

Wen Qi was taken aback. Wow, that's quite something.

Has it met its match?

"I want to try!"

Wan Jiansi's eyes were unfathomable as he leaned slightly towards her.

A warm breath brushed against Wen Qi's ear, a low, suggestive, and alluring whisper: "Miss Wen, are you planning to have an affair with me?"

Wen Qi's ears were a little itchy, so she raised her hand to scratch them: "What I want is all aboveboard."

Wan Jiansi smiled slightly and probed, "Miss Wen, are you planning to get a divorce?"

Wen Qi scoffed: "Even if we don't get a divorce, I'll still have a blast."

Wan Jiansi's eyes darkened instantly, and the smile on his lips faded.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly sat back down in his seat: "I don't have time to play this kind of game with Miss Wen."

Wen Qi chuckled. "Who has time?"

He's just a good-looking man.

She didn't care; at most, she was just visually struck by a particular scene.

My mind is filled with an eyesore; no handsome guy can save me.

I can't even muster the interest to play...

"Who wants to play with you? There are plenty of handsome guys out there."

Wan Jiansi: "..."

Wen Qi couldn't help but reach out and touch Wan Jiansi's thigh again.

She pinched the fabric of his trousers between her fingertips, rubbing it back and forth, and asked very seriously, "I was just about to say that I wanted to try making an underwear out of this fabric."

What are you trying to do? Why are you even associating it with having an affair? Is that so disgusting?

"cough--"

Wan Jiansi clenched his fist, placed it near his mouth, and coughed lightly.

He didn't utter a single word for a long time.

Wen Qi leaned back in her chair, her competitive spirit surging.

His eyes were full of smugness. "You little brat, you think I can't handle you?"

He's just a stinky man.

The car stopped.

"Mr. Wan, we've arrived at Villa No. 208 on the West Coast." The driver, who had been eating melons the whole way, spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

Wen Qi pushed open the car door and got out, putting on sunglasses to project an aura.

As Wen Qi approached the gate, she peered through the large iron gate and saw a noisy scene unfolding on the lawn in front of the villa.

There was noise and screams.

Wen Qi took off her sunglasses, squinted, and took a closer look.

Good heavens, they've gotten into this mess?