Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: I Didn’t Mean to Spray Your Face, Shall I Wipe It for You?

"Why target the Zhu Family? Our two families have been allies for generations. You have no reason to do this..."

Zhu Ming’an staggered slightly, his face full of shock as he looked at Gu Moqian.

"Why?" Gu Moqian sneered coldly, "When Zhu Jianian wakes up, go ask her why she tried to harm Ji Wei."

Zhu Ming’an was taken aback: "Jianian just returned to the country a few days ago. When could she have harmed Miss Ji?"

"Just returned?" Gu Moqian’s voice turned icy and sharp as he retorted, "Do you really think I don’t know? She secretly returned two weeks ago."

Zhu Ming’an stumbled back a step.

"She thought she had done it so covertly that no one would notice, even leveraging the owner of Zimei Club. But I still found out—it was your daughter. When it comes to ruthlessness, your daughter has certainly inherited it from you."

Zhu Ming’an felt the blood in his veins freeze. He hadn’t expected Gu Moqian to know everything, to be so crystal clear about the truth, while concealing it all so deeply.

have forgotten? This number one young man in Rongcheng is the rightful head of the Gu Family, the man Gu Zhizhou willingly ceded the family’s century-old foundation to

as Gu Moqian, a hundred times craftier than the slyest of foxes—how could he possibly be fooled by something

understand just what the nearly deified name "Gu Moqian" meant to the people of

resting on his knees, trembled uncontrollably from the fear and despair consuming

intended to grit his teeth and pin everything on Nan Huiru, but Gu Moqian had already seen through it all—deceiving him

early in the morning—did I miss

of the living room was suddenly interrupted by the

could be seen strolling

knew how long he’d been standing outside? Only now did he choose to

then swaggered over to a spot beside Zhu Ming’an, plopping down without hesitation.

or not, Xi Nanfeng frowned, and before he could hold back, he spat it out. The tea landed, unerringly, right on Zhu

Zhu Ming’an’s face to convulse painfully

with a few stray leaves clinging