Chapter 767: I Like Him

Gu Chenye glanced at her: "Your shop that can't even afford the rent for a year, do you need a secretary?"

...

Because of the nightmare she had just experienced, her interest in chatting was already low. Now that she had been exposed like this, she had no mood left. What she said might not be believed by anyone. As the eldest daughter of the Yan family and Mrs. Gu Chenye, how could she be so poor?

She unconsciously rubbed her wristwatch, her eyes glazed over, a faint scent of men's cologne lingering around her nostrils. Yan Ji felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Bang bang."

Outside the door, Xie Fang then knocked.

Gu Chenye: “Come in.”

Looking at the man who stood up, Yan Ji finally realized what was wrong. He wasn't supposed to be over here, wasn't he supposed to be at his desk?

"How did you get here?"

Gu Chen's dark eyes looked down at her pale face, his tone condescending. "You called out like a slaughterhouse, babbling non-stop. I didn't come over, were you going to let the whole company hear you?"

"Did I talk in my sleep?"

Did she just shout that out?

Yan Ji didn't know, but Gu Chen Ye had no reason to lie to her. He despised her; if nothing was wrong, he certainly wouldn't have come over.

"What else?" Gu Chenye's voice was cold and mocking. "Should I creep up to your side while you're asleep to secretly watch you? Are you some kind of beautiful fairy, or am I hopelessly in love with you and need this deviant way to peek?"

His words were like thorns, smiling yet not smiling. Every word pierced at Gu Cixin Ye's heart: "Perhaps you want to strangle me? You don't like me, and yet have to marry me. You want to keep yourself pure for your white moonlight, but I drugged you, so even the only thing you could offer is tainted. You hate me, wanting to strangle me while I sleep, it wouldn't be strange at all."

If he doesn't believe the medicine wasn't hers, then she might as well have put it there.

Gu Cenyue's mood was very bad, his voice cold: "Why should I dirty my hands for you."

He was about to leave when Yan Ji suddenly reached out and grabbed his shirt. Gu Chenye’s clothes were all ironed and hung in the closet, but now there were wrinkles on his waist where she had grasped him. The hem, which should have been tucked into his pants, was also pulled out halfway. It was probably caused by her being trapped in a nightmare just now: “Your clothes are messed up.”

Yan Ji got up and walked around to his front, naturally reaching out to help him straighten his clothes. Her movements were practiced, as if she had done this countless times before.

Gu Chenye's eyes rolled with unexplainable emotions, he asked in a hoarse voice, "So skilled, how many men have you helped iron clothes for?"

"I don't remember, it's probably a few hundred or maybe just dozens." She replied casually.

There have been rumors circulating within the circle that she has many admirers and her private life is chaotic. She is known for her wild ways, and for a period of time, she became the main character in raunchy jokes among men. They used every imaginable vulgar and degrading phrase to describe her, even going into explicit detail.

Rumors can be lethal because those who spread them only enjoy the thrill of spreading gossip and don't care about the truth. No one cares whether what they say is true or not; they only care if the content is stimulating.

While tidying up clothes, Yan Ji's fingertips inevitably brushed against Gu Chenye's waist. The man's body stiffened abruptly, his Adam's apple sliding involuntarily a few times.

Xie Fangze stood at the door, hesitating to enter or leave: "...".

If you didn't listen to the conversation, just looking at the scene, you would think they were a loving couple.

"Yanji," Yan Jiaojiao's sharp voice suddenly rang out, startling Xie Fangze. Before he could react, the woman had already crossed him and strode straight into the office. "Didn't you tell me you were going to divorce Brother Chenye? Then what are you doing now? Do you know how badly I was scolded for helping you convince Mom and Dad…"

A bandage was stuck to her forehead, her face pale, looking utterly heartbroken and wronged.

Before Yan Ji could speak, Gu Chen Ye spoke first: "Jiaojiao, this is between me and Yan Ji, it's not your concern. Auntie and Uncle are getting older, don't worry them with these things."

Yán Jiāojiāo widened her eyes in disbelief: "Chén Yè gege, you... don't you want to divorce my sister? But my sister doesn't like you at all! She just wants to steal you from me. Since we were little, whenever I liked something, she had to have it too."

"I like him," Yan Ji repeated, afraid she hadn't heard clearly, "I like Gu Chen Ye."

"You are lying."

Yan Jiaojiao was furious. She didn't even care about the innocent persona she had cultivated since childhood anymore. She glared angrily at Yan Ji, "You told me before that you didn't like Chen Yege. You married him just to get revenge on us."

"Oh, then you tell me, why should I take revenge on you..." She dragged out her voice: "Hmm?"

“...”

Yan Jiaojiao panted heavily, speechless.

Yan Ji had known all along that she wouldn't dare say it, and didn't show much disappointment. How could they flaunt what they did in front of Gu Chenye? She wanted to be a white lotus, pure and spotless, above everything else. Naturally, she would have to hide the past well.

She turned her gaze to Gu Chenye, her eyes blurry with tears: "Chenye gege, do you still remember Mu jiejie?"

She ran away crying after he said that.

As soon as Yan Jiaojiao left, Xie Fang immediately shut the door behind her.

Gu Cendye's face was cold as he distanced himself from Yan Ji: "You've achieved your goal, you can leave now?"

Just as Yan Ji was about to speak, the man coldly stated, “I’ll have security escort you out.”

"There's no need to bother then."

Seeing Yan Jiaojiao at the elevator entrance was expected. The other party raised an eyebrow and sarcastically taunted, "You're still being driven out? If I were you, I wouldn't even have the face to stand here."

"So you're not me," Yan Ji said, staring straight ahead at the elevator, his words like daggers. "So you can't be Mrs. Gu, so you can only lie in bed every night and fantasize about your Brother Chen Ye. Guess what, if he knew you were holding a doll between your legs every night, calling his name with that obsessed look on your face, would he feel…"

"Shut up," Yan Jiaojiao screamed, waving her hand to cover her mouth: "Yan Ji, shut your mouth."

"There is surveillance."

Three words, light as a feather, successfully stopped Yan Jiaojiao from going crazy.

She let out a sneer, completing the sentence from before in the murderous glint of her eyes: "Pathetic, disgusting, revolting."

"Ding."

The elevator arrived.

Yan Ji twisted his head, condescendingly scanning her with disdain: "Yan Jiaojiao, you are just a rat lurking in the sewer. You dare not fight me openly, only resorting to dirty tricks behind my back, choosing nothing but fools. It's truly 'birds of a feather flock together,' as they say. Do you think sending someone to cause trouble in my shop can control me and ruin me? You are indeed ugly both inside and out."

"Ahem."

Two violent coughs came from behind.

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