Chapter 14: The Overprotective Mrs. Xie
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The group of people was in a panic, several even burst into tears.
Seeing Wen Yan standing there, one of the young maids rushed over and asked,
“Miss, have you seen a woman in red, around her forties or fifties?”
The young girl’s eyes were red and her shoulders trembled—whether from fear or worry, Wen Yan couldn’t tell.
She shook her head.
The girl cried and ran off in another direction to continue searching.
Wen Yan recalled reading gossip news somewhere—that Mrs. Xie had suffered a mental breakdown after her daughter went missing and had required constant care since then. She never thought the dramatic tabloid story would be true.
Mrs. Xie was indeed a pitiful woman.
The greatest pain in this world is the loss of a child. It was said that back then, Mrs. Xie had insisted on having a daughter and only had one after giving birth to three sons. Sadly, before she could even enjoy family happiness, her daughter disappeared.
Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt a heavy weight in her chest.
She silently hoped that the overprotective Mrs. Xie would be found safe and sound.
In the hospital, Gu Jinmo slowly regained consciousness.
Su Qianqian, who had been at his side the entire time, choked up with joy.
“Brother Mo, you’re awake!”
The first thing Gu Jinmo asked was, “How is she?”
“Who?” Su Qianqian didn’t immediately react.
“Wen Yan.”
Pretending to suddenly understand, Su Qianqian quickly replied,
“She’s fine. She insisted on getting discharged and went to the Xie family’s estate, probably to meet the parents.”
“Meet the parents”—that phrase made Gu Jinmo press his lips tightly together.
Su Qianqian cautiously observed his expression.
Wen Yan attending the Xie family banquet was something Su Qianqian had heard from one of her good friends who was also at the event.
She added fuel to the fire, saying,
“Brother Mo, if she really insists on being with Xie Yiye, shouldn’t we give her our blessing?”
Bless her…
Gu Jinmo sneered coldly, the tension in his jaw betraying his anger.
He could give his blessing—but not to her and Xie Yiye.
Seeing he was angry, Su Qianqian quickly held his hand affectionately.
“Auntie said she wants to see us get married soon. The date early next month is good. Brother Mo, will you marry me?”
She was both anxious and hopeful.
Brother Mo had promised to take care of her, and now that he was divorced and his mother approved, everything was perfect. It was time to talk about marriage.
But under her expectant gaze, Gu Jinmo quietly pulled his hand away.
He stared at her, his deep eyes seeming to see through her.
“Brother Mo…” Su Qianqian nervously grabbed at her sleeve. “Don’t you want Auntie to be happy? She really wants to see us get married.”
“Then does she want you to marry Gu Jinmo or Gu Jinxiao?”
Su Qianqian froze. Her face turned from white to red to black.
“If we hold a wedding, will people call me Gu Jinxiao or Gu Jinmo? Aren’t you afraid the truth will come out during the ceremony?”
His low, teasing tone was full of sarcasm.
Su Qianqian had considered this before. She tried to smile sweetly,
“Our wedding doesn’t need to be big. We can invite just a few close friends. If everything is arranged well, Auntie won’t notice.”
Gu Jinmo’s gaze darkened, his voice laced with ridicule.
“My mom mistook me for my brother… and you want to do the same?”
“No! Brother Mo, I…” Su Qianqian panicked and stood up.
“You know I’ve always liked you, not Brother Xiao!”
“Let’s put this matter aside for now,” Gu Jinmo said as he glanced at the time on his phone and subconsciously got out of bed.
“Brother Mo, don’t get up! The doctor said you need to rest!” Su Qianqian rushed to stop him, eyes brimming with tears, pitifully beautiful.
Gu Jinmo pressed his lips together, his eyes falling on his legs.
He thought of Wen Yan rushing into the fire to save him.
Her words back then—she must have been venting her anger.
He touched the spot where she had slapped him, a strange warmth rising in his heart.
Seeing him still struggling to get up, Su Qianqian’s tears finally fell, rolling down like pearls.
She cried as she hugged Gu Jinmo,
“You’re going to see her, aren’t you?”
“Brother Mo, she doesn’t even care about her health and rushed to meet Xie Yiye. Can’t you just leave her be?”
Leave her be…
His back tensed and his fists clenched. He could let her go, even give her his blessing.
But he couldn’t just stand by and watch her walk into the fire.
The moment Wen Yan ran into the burning building to save him, he knew—he could never look away again.
Under Xie Yiye’s lead, Wen Yan followed him into the Xie family villa.
This time, she was no longer Mrs. Gu—just Wen Yan.
“I’ll take you to meet my family later.”
His family…
Something about that phrasing sounded a little strange to her.
She handed him the gift bag in her hand.
“This is a birthday gift for Uncle.”
Xie Yiye peeked into the bag. It was wrapped so tightly he couldn’t see what it was.
Raising an eyebrow, he grinned playfully,
“I’ll go get them. You give it to him yourself.”
With that, he dashed off, his steps light, almost eager.
Wen Yan, on the other hand, began to feel nervous as she waited.
The Xie family was the wealthiest in the city—filthy rich, with assets ranked nationally.
She never expected Xie Yiye to be so warm and even introduce her to his family.
Who was she anyway?
Just a small-time jewelry designer. How could she be worthy of meeting such esteemed elders?
The more she thought about it, the more impolite it seemed.
She stood up, intending to chase after Xie Yiye—only to bump into someone.
“Ouch!”
The woman was wearing a purple gown and had been walking fast, not seeing Wen Yan at all.
Wine spilled. The girl in the purple dress examined Wen Yan—it was someone she didn’t recognize.
She often attended high-society parties and knew most of the rich ladies and socialites. A face she didn’t know meant a background that wasn’t impressive—maybe even some internet influencer who had snuck in.
“Miss, you ruined my dress,” she said sharply, pointing at a spot on her waist.
“When the banquet ends, remember to transfer the money. It’s a haute couture piece—around three hundred thousand.”
Wen Yan looked at the dress—how funny. She had the same one.
It wasn’t haute couture, just a regular design from two years ago, retailing at twenty thousand. Three hundred thousand? That was extortion.
And clearly, she had been the one who bumped into Wen Yan.
Wen Yan curved her lips in a dazzling smile.
“Miss, if I’m not mistaken, you were the one who ran into me, weren’t you?”
“I ran into you? Are you blind?!” The girl suddenly exploded, throwing the rest of her wine onto Wen Yan.
“If you can’t pay, then enjoy this wine with me!”
The tight red dress hugged Wen Yan’s waist perfectly, accentuating every curve.
As the red wine spilled, it blossomed like a dark flower at her waist.
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