Chapter 29: We Haven't Gotten the Certificate, So You're Still My Wife

Meng Shutang had no interest in engaging with him and hung up directly.

She sent the address to Qin Zheng, took off the jacket and returned it to Lu Shenyang, and got into the car.

"Brother Shenyang, I'm leaving."

Lu Shenyang grabbed the clothes in his hand. "Mm-hm."

After Meng Shutang hung up on him, Gu Yunci drove away.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Bai Cixian watched the murderous aura surging around Gu Yunci, his appearance of extreme rage, and nearly laughed out loud.

But she didn't let it show, still speaking in a sweet, cloying voice: "It's all my fault... If I hadn't reminded you just now that Miss Meng was by the roadside, you wouldn't be this angry.

But honestly, Miss Meng really doesn't have you in her heart.

Look at how she just hung up on you with zero patience, so eager to talk to Minister Lu — even I feel bad for you."

After speaking, she reached out to pull the man's arm.

The man dodged directly, his expression darkening further. "Stop at the intersection ahead. Get out yourself."

Bai Cixian thought he meant stop at the intersection ahead so they could find a hotel in a moment; when she realized that wasn't it, she pouted and whined, "Brother Yunci, it's so late, I'm scared..."

The man cut her off directly. "Don't make me say it twice."

Without waiting for her reaction, the man had already pulled the car to the roadside and pressed the door unlock.

Bai Cixian got out of the car in a fluster; before she was even steady on her feet, he hit the gas and shot forward.

On the road, he called Qin Zheng. "Send me the address where Madam asked you to deliver the clothes."

Qin Zheng: "Understood."

The man pulled the car to the roadside, took out his phone, and waited with burning eyes for Qin Zheng's message to come through.

When he saw that the address was Grandmother's place, his dark, brooding brows eased somewhat, and his whole body was no longer as taut as when he had been furious moments ago.

He turned the car around, and even his one-handed grip on the steering wheel became a bit lighter.

Arriving at Jixiang Hutong, he parked the car a little farther away and watched with his own eyes as Qin Zheng stood at the entrance holding the clothes and shoes; after a while, Meng Shutang came down slowly from the building door.

Her slender waist graceful, her figure elegant, a soft, gentle smile brimming between her brows and eyes.

He suddenly froze.

Before, Meng Shutang had looked at him just like this — even more tenderly than this.

But ever since he had taken the initiative to bring up divorce, let Bai Cixian parachute into Gu Group, and paraded around with her.

Meng Shutang had never smiled at him like that again.

At this thought, the cigarette pinched between his fingertips paused for half a second.

After delivering the clothes, Qin Zheng turned back, casually noticed the Rolls-Royce by the roadside, walked straight over, and leaned into the car window.

"President Gu, you're already here — why not deliver them yourself?"

As an assistant, he asked this not out of laziness or reluctance to run an errand, of course.

He was concerned about his President Gu — if he cared about Meng Shutang, why not just say so directly.

The man's tone was hard as stone. "I was just passing by. Having a smoke here."

Qin Zheng couldn't help but laugh:

"Right, you're just passing by. You just happened to come through, not here on purpose.

Stay in the car and whatever you do, don't get out, lest Madam see how stubborn you look."

The man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. "Qin Zheng, your bonus this month is gone."

"Boss, I was wrong. I'll scram right now."

After a couple of steps, he continued grumbling, "President Gu, the level of your saying one thing and meaning another could apply for a Guinness World Record."

……

Meng Shutang sat on the bed, looking at the white evening gown and the stunning rhinestone pointed stiletto heels in the box, her dark brows slightly furrowed.

She couldn't quite understand — Gu Yunci already had Bai Cixian by his side, so why did he still want her to accompany him to this kind of event?

After all, after so many days, Bai Cixian must have become a member of their little circle, right? Having her go — was it to humiliate her?

At this thought, Meng Shutang picked up her phone and sent Gu Yunci a WeChat message.

【I have plans tomorrow night. I'm not going.】

After sending it, she set down her phone and went to shower. Based on past experience, Gu Yunci generally wouldn't see her WeChat and reply until the next morning.

After her shower, Meng Shutang went to Li Xiuyun's room and chatted with her for a while before returning to her own room.

Before bed, she habitually checked WeChat to see if any business partners had contacted her.

The moment she opened her phone, she saw Gu Yunci's reply.

【We haven't gotten the certificate, so you're still my wife. You must come with me to this event.】

She checked the time and found that Gu Yunci had replied almost instantly.

Her fingertips holding the phone paused slightly; staring at the words on the screen, a flicker of stupefaction crossed her eyes, and she stood dazed for a moment before coming back to herself.

【Send me the address. I'll go by myself.】

Almost the next second.

【Five-thirty. The car will be parked downstairs. I won't come up.】

The next day, Saturday.

Meng Shutang didn't go to work and stayed home to keep Li Xiuyun company. Knowing she had plans that evening, Li Xiuyun urged her to get ready at four o'clock.

"Yunci will come pick you up soon. Don't hold him up."

Meng Shutang hadn't wanted to go in the first place, so naturally she didn't take it to heart.

But unable to withstand her grandmother's repeated reminders, at five o'clock she got up, took a quick shower, blew dry her hair, and did light makeup.

She slipped into the dress and the rhinestone stiletto heels, then headed downstairs.

Just as she walked out of the unit door, Gu Yunci, standing by the car, saw her.

The simple white dress complemented her slender, well-proportioned figure, giving her a dignified, gentle grace.

The shoulder and neck lines were neat yet soft, and the slit in the skirt's hem accentuated her long, straight legs.

Her skin shone like jade in the afternoon sunlight, her hair loosely coiled at the nape, revealing an exquisite swan's neck.

Her exquisite brows and eyes were clear and gorgeous; standing in the crowd, she resembled a tall, upright white peony, beautiful and striking.

Due to her work, Meng Shutang usually wears work clothes.

At the office, people often talked about her top-notch figure.

So today he deliberately had the designer choose a plain style, but he didn't expect her to be wrapped up from head to toe.

He couldn't find any fault, yet something about it still displeased him.

Especially as she walked over, her posture swayed like a willow in the breeze, making her even more eye-catching than if she were revealing skin.

He wanted to tell her to go upstairs and change into something else, but just then Shen Duan's call came in.

"Brother, I've been waiting for you—hurry up and come over."

He hung up the phone; Meng Shutang had already taken the back seat, and he walked over, leaning against the car window, about to speak to her.

Suddenly realizing she would only be sitting a short while before leaving, the words caught in his throat were swallowed again.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up at Lanting Elegant Villa District.

Gu Yunci got out of the car and came to her side, gallantly opening the door for her; after Meng Shutang stepped out, he still stood by, waiting for her to come over and hug him.

Gu Yunci cares most about saving face, especially in front of his brothers, and he probably doesn't want them to know they are divorcing.

Given his personality, he will today put on a show of affection in front of everyone, maintaining courtesy and decorum throughout.

After the divorce, he will swiftly help Bai Cixian rise to power, leaving no gap.

But after going inside, Meng Shutang realized that things were nothing like she had imagined.