Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Even though Gu Li knew clearly that Mo Shiting and Shen Yunsi had never been in a relationship, the people around her assumed her to be the homewrecker. No matter how strong Gu Li’s mentality was, she could not stand people tarnishing her reputation again and again.

So at this moment, she felt wronged, really wronged.

“Brother Ting, being with you, I get bullied every day. Look, she even hit me.”

As Gu Li said this, she lifted up the arm that had been hit, showing it to him.

Repeated tolerance towards the old lady just brought about more inhuman treatment in return.

She was of a younger generation, and the other party was suffering from serious heart disease. For these reasons, she couldn’t directly fight back, but it didn’t mean she would let it go.

After all, Gu Li was not a saint, nor was she a pitiful creature who would remain silent when bullied. Even if they couldn’t ultimately confront the old lady, at least, Brother Ting would feel sorry for her.

Although he was very good to her right now, Gu Li knew that she wasn’t as important to him as the old lady.

Today, the old lady could easily force them to divorce with a hundred million yuan. Tomorrow, who knows what would happen? She had to be prepared.

So, Gu Li thought it over for a day before finally deciding to complain to Mo Shiting to make him understand the old lady’s determination to break them up.

Mo Shiting wore a serious face, his gaze falling onto her delicate, white arm, turning even darker.

The girl’s fair skin made the bruise particularly noticeable, which made him feel heartache.

“Have you applied the medicine? Does it still hurt?”

He leaned over the sofa, sitting next to her, supporting her arm, and asked carefully.

His deep voice quivered slightly, suppressing layers of rage.

Gu Li originally just wanted to play the victim, but seeing his furrowed brows and a trace of self-blame in his eyes, she started feeling bad.

“I did. It doesn’t hurt now.”

She forced out a sweet smile and internally complained about herself. She really wasn’t cut out to be the kind of wife who complained and cried at every little thing.

“I’m sorry.”

He gently rubbed the bruised area and apologized sincerely.

At this moment, other than saying ‘I’m sorry,’ he didn’t know what else to say.

The old lady’s health was deteriorating day by day, with the risk of sudden death at any time. Should he confront her openly and risk upsetting her further?

The more Mo Shiting thought about it, the guiltier he felt. So once again, he said, “I’m sorry.”

Gu Li leaned into his arms and pouted, “Okay, I got your apology. I don’t blame you.”

Mo Shiting held her waist tightly and kissed her hair, saying, “If she comes to see you again, call me immediately.”

“What if she summons me to go see her?”

“Don’t go!”

“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”

Gu Li turned her head, teasing, “How about we just get a divorce then? You can marry the stunning Miss Shen according to her wishes, and I’ll fulfill my dream of being an architect. We can simply go our separate ways, how about that?” “No way!”

Mo Shiting gnashed his teeth, pinched her waist in retaliation, and warned angrily, “Since this mouth only speaks nonsense words, it should be kissed.”

Before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Gu Li’s curving eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn’t help looking at his handsome face at such close range.

The man closed his eyes, his black eyelashes distinct and fanned out like small fans, making one itch to tug at them.

While Gu Li thought this, a hand unconsciously reached out to pull at his eyelashes.