Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

7 Chapter 7 A girl named Gu Li claims to be your wife_1

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Seeing the two of them eating and laughing together, their relationship resembling that of a young couple, Mo Shiting’s gaze gradually cooled.

She said she made it specially for him? But the moment she turned her head, she gave it to someone else. This woman could never tell the truth…

Seemingly sensing the chilling atmosphere around her, Qin Shurong, who was seated across the aisle, couldn’t help but ask, “President Mo, do you know that girl?”

Mo Shiting kept a poker face and didn’t say a word.

Going ignored, Qin Shurong’s eyes flickered and she subconsciously looked at Gu Li.

Upon sighting the girl’s bright and pretty face, her eyes widened in shock.

Such a familiar face, at least 50% similar to her aunt, could it be Tang Tang?

No, Tang Tang had died more than ten years ago… she couldn’t possibly be alive now…

With that comforting thought, Qin Shurong finally felt a bit at ease. At this moment, she heard another man in the car laugh and say, “With President Mo’s status, he surely only associates with well-bred ladies like Miss Qin. How could he know an ordinary girl? It’s impossible.”

The speaker was Xia Xianghuai, the General Manager of the Mo Group’s M Country branch.

While Qin Shurong was the niece of the Chairman of the Tang Group, the richest man in M Country, and she was here in Hua Country to discuss collaboration with the Mo Group on behalf of the Tang Group.

“True. President Mo is so noble. Not everyone has the opportunity to know him.”

Qin Shurong laughed.

“Certainly——”

Xia Xianghuai conversed with Qin Shurong effortlessly.

All through the process, Mo Shiting didn’t participate, and despite Qin Shurong’s attempts to engage him in conversation, she was constantly interrupted by Xia Xianghuai, leaving her grinding her teeth in frustration.

On this visit to Hua Country, she had hoped to win Mo Shiting’s favor and hopefully get him to agree to marry her.

However, for many days now, Mo Shiting had maintained an aloof attitude towards her. He barely paid any attention to her, which made it difficult, considering propriety, for her to bring up the matter.

She decided to wait a little longer. After all, she would be coming over frequently in the future and would have ample opportunities to get closer to him.

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At nine o’clock in the evening, Mo Shiting came home.

Realizing that Gu Li was not there, he raised an eyebrow and asked Auntie Guan, “Where is she?”

“Young Madam hasn’t returned yet. Young Master, would you like to give her a call?”

Having learnt from Uncle Guan that Gu Li was highly regarded by the old master, Auntie Guan naturally joined the support team.

Moreover, at this late hour, she was genuinely concerned about Gu Li’s safety, and if she had a contact number, she would have already called.

“There’s no need to bother about her.”

Mo Shiting finished speaking and walked upstairs.

Seeing his indifference, Auntie Guan was about to persuade him further, when she heard his phone ringing. It was an incoming call.

Auntie Guan withdrew discreetly.

Pressing the answer button, Mo Shiting heard Song Yunque’s voice from the other end, stirring up trouble, “Bro, you’re amazing! You just got married without giving anyone a heads up.”

Mo Shiting’s fierce gaze narrowed, his tone dangerous: “Since you’re so envious, I’ll let your aunt arrange a blind date for you tomorrow.”

“No, no, no——”

Afraid that he was serious about stirring his aunt to arrange a blind date for him, Song Yunque broke out in a cold sweat, “I was wrong, bro. Please, let me off.”

After saying this, he quickly changed the subject, “Third Brother is at the bar and hopes you join him. Are you coming?”

“No.”

Mo Shiting sounded uninterested, but then he heard him say, “Your wife is called Gu Li, right? I just saw a girl named Gu Li claiming to be your wife, having a blast on the dance floor. She’s been drinking quite a bit. What if she hooks up with someone else and you end up with a green hat, that…”

“Send me the address.”

Mo Shiting ended the call with a stern face, picked up his coat and went downstairs.

Meanwhile, in a VIP room at a certain bar, Song Yunque placed his phone on the bar counter, grinning at the two men seated opposite him, “See, isn’t your little uncle the best? Without much effort, I lured the self-disciplined old man here. Haha, I’ve completed half of the task assigned by Grandfather Mo.”