hooklinebooks Chapter 1628 - 1610
Chapter 1628 - 1610
Liu Cuicui gently shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears as she nestled in Chu Ge’s embrace, looking at Han Wanwan, "Sister, are you hating me? Hating me for stealing Tingrao, hating me for taking your Mrs. Ji position?"
Han Wanwan looked at Liu Cuicui indifferently from beginning to end, her expression lazy, her lips slightly curved, quietly watching what Liu Cuicui was trying to do.
Chu Ge held Liu Cuicui with one hand, then raised his eyes to look at Han Wanwan. His eyes, dark as ink, felt as deep as a cold pool, but his words were directed at Liu Cuicui, "Manman, what nonsense are you talking about? The Mrs. Ji position was meant for you, while she was merely returning it to the original owner. Everything back then was of her own doing, you have no need to blame yourself."
He paused for a moment and continued, "But regarding what happened earlier, shouldn’t President Jiang give me an explanation?"
Liu Cuicui’s eyes flashed with some pride and then quickly returned to a pitiful expression, "Tingrao, sister wasn’t intentional, don’t blame her."
Han Wanwan’s lips slowly flattened, her exquisitely made-up face remained expressionless. Although her appearance and Liu Cuicui’s were quite similar, she exuded a charm mixed with pure innocence, and these two feelings coexisted in her without any conflict.
She had no interest in watching the loving exchange between these two, "There’s nothing to explain, if Mr. Chu wants to hold me accountable, he can directly contact my lawyer."
After saying this, she turned and left.
Han Wanwan found a quiet corner and leaned against the wall weakly. She slowly opened her hand, revealing the red mark she had pinched. She had thought that these five years would render her immune to poisons, but just now, when Chu Ge protected Liu Cuicui, her heart felt as if pricked by a needle.
She was really worried that if she stayed longer, she’d lose her composure.
Han Wanwan went to the bathroom to fix her makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was no longer the little white rabbit trampled and humiliated by anyone. She worked hard to suppress those negative emotions and adjusted her mood before leaving the bathroom.
As soon as she stepped out, she saw Chu Ge with his hands in his pockets, standing there like a Ghost Blade carved perfect features. The taut lines made his demeanor more stern and gloomy, exuding an aura of authority that made it difficult for others to approach.
He seemed to be deliberately waiting for her.
Han Wanwan smiled sweetly, "Mr. Chu, what a coincidence."
Her every move radiated a seductive charm.
Chu Ge’s eyes were as sharp and deep as those of a leopard, approaching her slowly. His tall figure enveloped her, his dominating presence made Han Wanwan feel a bit breathless.
"Mr. Chu, you seem to have hostility towards me?" She took a step back, creating some distance between them.
Her retreat sparked a trace of anger in Chu Ge’s eyes, "Five years to become Fengshang Group’s president, how many men did you seduce to get this position? Hmm?"
His luxurious voice rose.
Han Wanwan’s heart ached again, but she maintained a faint smile, her eyes half-closed, lazy yet seductive, "Mr. Chu, are you feeling sorry for me?"
She slowly raised her hand, her fair fingers drawing a circle on Chu Ge’s chest, only to be pushed away by Chu Ge with contempt, "Don’t touch me, I find it dirty."
Han Wanwan’s hand paused, God knows how much restraint it took not to let her hand shake.
She withdrew her hand and gently rubbed her fingertips as if dust had fallen on them, a tiny gesture that further provoked Chu Ge’s anger.
He suddenly grasped Han Wanwan’s wrist, her slender arm felt as if it could be snapped easily with a bit of force.
Han Wanwan lazily raised her eyes to look at Chu Ge, they were very close, the scent on him was still familiar, unchanged, she could still clearly feel the breath Chu Ge exhaled...
"Doesn’t Mr. Chu find me dirty? Now actively touching me, explaining to Liu Cuicui will be tricky."
...
Chu Ge looked through the first part of the script and then closed it, turning to Han Wanwan, "Why are all these scripts that domineering CEO type?"
Han Wanwan shrugged, "There’s nothing I can do, this is the route I’m taking now, so the scripts the director gives me are all of this genre."
Seeing Chu Ge wasn’t very pleased, she asked puzzled, "What’s wrong? You don’t like it?"
Chu Ge coughed slightly. Looking at the script, his heart felt heavy; these types of scripts weren’t particularly challenging for him. With narcissism, he could perform them naturally.
But he was still conflicted, worried that doing this might cause some negative impacts and consequences.
Han Wanwan noticed his silence and assumed he was dissatisfied with the script, smiled awkwardly and said, "There’s one more, have a look. If you’re really not satisfied, we don’t have to force it."
Chu Ge’s lips curled faintly, he didn’t speak, but opened the final script.
The script was similar to the previous ones, all about reincarnation; recent TV drama themes seem to often revolve around reincarnation, lacking depth.
Chu Ge shook his head helplessly and began reading seriously.
...
Han Wanwan took a shower, changing into lingerie she had prepared, with a robe draped over her, half-lying lazily on a euro-style bed wide enough for three.
The sheets and covers were bright red, the room filled with a celebratory atmosphere.
She took the prepared aroma diffuser and placed it on the table, lighting it, and soon the room was filled with a subtle fragrance.
She remembered Chu Ge liked this scent.
After tidying everything up, she lay on the bed, waiting in pose, as time passed by minute by minute, but there was no sign of Chu Ge.
Han Wanwan grew more anxious inside.
Based on her past life’s memory, Chu Ge should be back by now.
As she thought this, the sound of the door lock turning was heard, a tall, indifferent figure walking in with steady steps.
Han Wanwan’s heart tightened suddenly, in her previous life she had run away from marriage and was caught, that night she argued fiercely with Chu Ge, the bridal chamber night turned into a taboo topic between the Gu and An families.
Tonight, she was determined to change the past situation, and leave Chu Ge with a beautiful wedding night.
Upon entering the room, Chu Ge smelled a subtle fragrance that made him instinctively frown.
His sharply chiseled features looked profound under the dim lighting; he looked at Han Wanwan, postured provocatively on the bed, a flash of amazement passed in his dark eyes, quickly returning to indifference.
"What are you trying to do again?" His voice magnetic and cold, penetrating the heart.
Han Wanwan slowly curled one leg, resting a hand on her head, her delicate voice said, "Husband, why are you only coming home now, I’ve been waiting to spend our wedding night."