Assistant to My Contracted Husband-Chapter 69 - Melodrama to the Extreme_1
69: Chapter 69: Melodrama to the Extreme_1
69 -69: Melodrama to the Extreme_1
Jian Ran’s eyes were red as she returned to the Design Department, sniffing and trying her best to appear as if nothing had bothered her, but she couldn’t calm her heart to stillness.
So much had happened during just one lunch break.
Han Siming was actually Gu Mochen’s younger brother!
An unexpected encounter in the elevator…
The melodrama was so intense it couldn’t be more over the top—life was a soap opera.
Jian Ran had just sat down at her desk when the landline phone rang.
“Come to my office, you’ve left something behind.”
Jian Ran: “…”
The man’s magnetic voice came through from the other end, very pleasant to the ear, but distant, cold to an extreme, like a piano piece, meant to be admired from afar, not to be trifled with.
Jian Ran was startled for a moment, she hadn’t left anything behind.
“Yes.”
Although her heart ached, Jian Ran still hung up the phone and headed straight for the elevator.
…
“Come in.”
Upon knocking and entering, Jian Ran saw Gu Mochen elegantly seated at his desk reviewing documents, his demeanor charmingly wicked, his thin lips curved in a faint smile, his eyes deep.
“President Gu, I don’t seem to have…”
“Isn’t this yours?”
Jian Ran: “…”
Jian Ran looked at the silver bracelet on the man’s slender fingers, her beautiful eyes widened in shock.
Gu Mochen’s dark eyes fixed on the woman’s exquisite cheeks and he continued, “It even has your name engraved on it.”
Jian Ran: “…”
She recognized the bracelet.
It was a birthday gift Han Siming had given her in the past…
It was also the first gift Han Siming had not bought with his family’s money but had earned from part-time work, so it was very precious.
Later, when they broke up, to make Han Siming completely lose hope, she had violently torn the bracelet off her wrist and threw it into the school pond…
She had thought it was long gone, but surprisingly, he had somehow retrieved it.
Jian Ran extended a trembling hand to take the bracelet from Gu Mochen’s hand, her eyes shaking slightly as she lowered her gaze—it seemed that Han Siming had indeed returned, probably for this bracelet.
Unexpectedly, she had met him in the elevator.
“Yes, it’s mine.”
Jian Ran forced a slight smile, her small hand clutching the bracelet tightly, the emotions complex.
Gu Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of contemplation.
“Thank you for reminding me, President Gu.”
“No need for thanks.
This bracelet’s design seems a bit dated, was it bought two years ago?”
Jian Ran: “…”
Gu Mochen’s dark eyes, inscrutable yet aggressively penetrating, made Jian Ran’s heart skip a beat.
“Yes.”
The implication was clear without words.
Gu Mochen’s lips curved in a barely there smile, Jian Ran could tell—even if her emotional fluctuation at seeing the bracelet was but a fleeting moment, he had quickly caught it.
The man who had given her this bracelet, could he be the same man from outside the Gu Family’s annual meeting elevator that year?
Jian Ran’s hand tensed, the numbness brought on by Gu Mochen’s unfathomable gaze prompted her to say in a hoarse voice, “I…
I should get back to work.”
“Mm.”
…
Jian Ran nervously walked out of Gu Mochen’s office, holding the silver bracelet in her palm, which felt icy cold.
She wanted to throw the bracelet straight out the window, but somehow, she couldn’t lift her hand.
She had already discarded it once before; it was a gift from Han Siming, and she had to return it to him…
Thinking this, Jian Ran’s lips curled into a grimace as she headed back towards the office.
…
After Jian Ran had left, Han Siming soon arrived.
“How come?
Wasn’t there an interview?”
“It got pushed back, just ran into something even more important…”
Han Siming’s gaze fell upon the sofa, where the bracelet no longer lay.
Could he have remembered wrongly?
The bracelet wasn’t left in Gu Mochen’s office.
A shadow passed through Han Siming’s eyes; the bracelet belonged to Jian Ran.
He had always planned on putting it back on her, maybe it got lost along the way.
He had carried it with him for the past four years.
“Brother, the person you were helping me look for, you don’t need to search anymore, I’ve found her.”
Although Jian Ran had shrugged him off in the elevator just now, Han Siming was certain.
He had missed her once four years ago; this time, he couldn’t afford to miss her again.
With her in his life, no one else could catch his eye.
For all these years, his heart and thoughts were filled with only her.
Gu Mochen’s eyes narrowed slightly, observing the excitement in Han Siming’s eyes, his lips curving slightly.
“You’ve already found her?
That fast?
Who is it?”
“I need to keep it a secret…
Brother, when I win her back, I’ll bring her to meet you myself.”
“Alright.”
Dong Qin’s intentions were as clear as day to everyone, yet Han Siming didn’t go along with Dong Qin’s ways.
This was why Gu Mochen had maintained a private friendship with Han Siming over the years.
“By the way, brother, when will you introduce me to your wife, who ‘does not recognize Mount Lu’s true face’?”
Feeling good from hearing news about Jian Ran, Han Siming couldn’t help but joke around.
Ever since Gu Mochen’s impromptu marriage and today’s encounter with the mysterious Mrs.
Gu making lunch in the lounge, Han Siming was naturally very curious.
The corners of Gu Mochen’s lips lifted ever so slightly, but he did not respond further.
Jian Ran’s presence seemed to make his life a little different.
…
When Jian Ran, deep in thought, returned to the design department, Secretary Zhou was handing down new instructions.
“In the design department, the position of director has always been awarded based on merit.
This does not mean that some are allowed to engage in nepotism.
Therefore, Mr.
Gu has ordered that within the next month, whoever secures more design cases can take over the design department and become its director.”
Jian Ran: “…”
Jian Ran’s eyes widened in surprise—you could see that Secretary Zhou’s gaze rested upon her, while Lan Xing beside her had turned completely stone-faced.
The accusation of nepotism was like a slap in the face to her; Lan Xing’s tiny hand clenched tightly, her sharp fingernails almost embedding into her palm.
“Does anyone have any objections?”
“None.”
After everyone spoke in unison, Jian Ran couldn’t help but ask.
“A regular designer has a base salary of 3000.
May I ask, what is the base salary for a director?”
“8000.”
Jian Ran’s eyes shone; with base salary and commission, it wasn’t too bad…
“Miss Jian, you’d better take this opportunity seriously.”
Meeting Secretary Zhou’s expectant eyes, Jian Ran pursed her lips, musing that Gu Mochen’s actions were likely not to vindicate her, but rather more likely to root out Lan Xing, who Dong Qin had planted as a spy in the Gu Family.
