Wedding Night! A Regretful Marriage to Her Disabled Rival!

Chapter 368 - 368: Five Hundred Thousand Yuan to Buy You for One Night

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation     Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Previously, Ziyu’s mother had kept her head down in front of Gu Qingcheng, not daring to make eye contact.

Now, stopping Gu Qingcheng, she was face to face, eye to eye with her.

In an instant, as she looked into Gu Qingcheng’s icy eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head, feeling as if those eyes were like daggers ready to strike her dead.

The oppressive aura exuding from Gu Qingcheng felt like a chokehold on her throat, rendering her unable to utter a word.

“Ziyu’s mother, what can’t I do?” Gu Qingcheng asked again. “Is it that I can’t sue your husband, or can’t I let you convey to your husband what I’ve said?”

Ziyu’s mother, trembling all over, finally managed to speak: “Gu… Principal Gu, I will go back and tell my husband to write the apology letter. Please… don’t sue him…”

“Wrong,” Gu Qingcheng coldly stared at Ziyu’s mother. “The apology letter is not for me, but for Ziyu.”

“Yes, what Principal Gu says is right,” Ziyu’s mother quickly nodded. “I understand, I’ll go back and tell my husband right away.”

Gu Qingcheng said, “If you understand, then leave. Do you still want to stay for tea?”

Ziyu’s mother, startled, quickly turned and hurried away as if fleeing.

At this moment, Gu Qingcheng’s phone rang. She saw that it was a call from Lu Chi.

Lu Chi’s mood had been off lately. Whenever she called him, his tone was full of displeasure.

It was rare for him to call her.

She answered the phone, “What’s up? Is there a problem at the hospital?”

“No,” Lu Chi replied lazily. “My people told me Gu Mei can walk now. She went to see that girl competing in your school today, what’s her name?”

Gu Qingcheng frowned. She had broken Gu Mei’s arms and legs, and now Gu Mei could walk again so soon.

“The competing student is named Ziyu,” she informed Lu Chi. “I just got rid of Ziyu’s troublemaking mother, and then your call came. It seems her visit to Royal Dance wasn’t a coincidence, but Gu Mei paid her.

“She paid fifty thousand yuan for Ziyu’s mother to see Ziyu and bring her home today,” Lu Chi slowly informed Gu Qingcheng. “After Ziyu’s mother went to Royal Dance, Gu Mei then offered fifty thousand yuan to Ziyu’s father, demanding to take Ziyu away today, and buy her for the night for fifty thousand yuan. If Ziyu isn’t brought back, her father gets nothing.

“Gu Mei’s action is meant to disrupt Ziyu’s mental state, causing her to lose the competition,” Gu Qingchengs eyes carried a vicious glint. “Gu Mei starts making trouble as soon as she recovers, not only disrupting Ziyu’s competition but also trying to buy Ziyu for a night with fifty thousand yuan. I think Gu Mei is asking for death!

“Gu Tianhao is gravely injured, you took over Gu’s Corporation, Gu Mei must create trouble to protect herself,” Lu Chi spoke indifferently. “Why worry? You, Gu Qingcheng, just stand in front of Ziyu’s mother, and she’s too scared to speak. Or you could just smash a bottle on her head, pay off the injury, or call your husband Huo Sicheng, the CEO of Huo Corporation, to settle it for you.”

Listening to Lu Chi’s sarcastic remarks, Gu Qingcheng replied displeased, “Lu Chi, have I offended you? Owed you money? Why speak so unpleasantly?”

Lu Chi’s words were pointed, “You don’t owe me money, nor have you offended me, but you owe me an answer.”

Gu Qingcheng: “I don’t owe you an answer. What I had to say, I said it clearly last time we met.”

Lu Chi: “Is it because of Ye Rong that you’re hiding the truth about the past?”

“I don’t know what Ye Rong you’re talking about, something completely irrelevant,” Gu Qingcheng’s eyes flashed, then added, “Huo Sicheng is my husband. Mocking my husband is mocking me. If I hear you mock him again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

There was silence from Lu Chi on the other end after Gu Qingcheng’s words.

Gu Qingcheng didn’t want to fall out with Lu Chi, but their relationship was only about money, nothing else. She had no reason to give him any leeway.

“You knew about Gu Mei and contacted me only now. Don’t bother telling me if it’s going to be this late next time,” she changed the topic to ease the tension between them. “By the time you tell me, I’ve already solved the problem. What’s the point in knowing then?”

Lu Chi knew Gu Qingcheng was giving him a way out, so he took it, replying, “You’re more than capable of dealing with an ordinary person. I contacted you late mainly to tell you Gu Mei is active again. She can harm you. Be careful, so you don’t suffer in silence.”

Gu Qingcheng, hearing Lu Chi’s concern, scoffed proudly, “Understood. Contact me promptly with any news.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Chi had already hung up. Gu Qingcheng, unconcerned, pocketed her phone and walked towards the bus.

Meanwhile, in the Lu family’s garden, Lu Chi stared coldly at someone standing a few steps away, playing with a military knife in his hand. “If you give me such late news again, don’t show your face in Jiang City!” he said sharply.

The subordinate, trembling in fear, quickly left.

At that moment, a beautiful figure appeared. It was Ye Rong. She had seen Lu Chi talking on the phone with a lazy expression but tender eyes. She knew he was contacting Gu Qingcheng.

She spoke sourly, “Aren’t you going to watch the Peach Lotus Cup competition where Sister Qingcheng is competing?”

Lu Chi didn’t even glance at Ye Rong and stood up, heading towards the home theater.

“I can watch Gu Qingcheng’s live broadcast in my home theater. Why should I go there?”

Ye Rong’s face turned pale. She quickly followed Lu Chi, biting her lip, “My father invited you to have dinner at our place tonight.”

Lu Chi remained silent until he reached the theater door.

“I’m not going,” he said lightly and entered the theater, locking the door behind him.

Ye Rong tried to open the door, only to find it locked, clearly indicating Lu Chi’s refusal to let her in.

She stomped her foot in frustration, then took out her phone to call Lu Chi.

Lu Chi never answered her calls. She angrily slapped the theater door, knowing it was soundproof and her efforts were futile.

She then opened WeChat to message, “Brother Chi, are you really not going to

Sister Qingcheng’s Peach Lotus Cup event?” “You’re going to watch Sister Qingcheng, right? I’ll accompany you.”

“Is it that hard to reply to one WeChat message?”

Her barrage of messages went unanswered by Lu Chi.

Finally, she gave up trying to contact Lu Chi and put away her phone.

Looking at the closed theater door, akin to Lu Chi’s closed heart, her eyes were filled with complexity.

“Do you really dislike me that much?” she asked bitterly. “Am I that bad?” After speaking, her eyes held a trace of complexity as she turned to leave.

The driver respectfully asked Ye Rong, “Miss, where to?”