The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship
Chapter 192 - 182 What to Do When You Can’t Bring Yourself to Do It

Chapter 192: Chapter 182 What to Do When You Can’t Bring Yourself to Do It

Gu Qili stretched out two fingers, vigorously defending herself: "I’m already 22 years old."

"But you look like you’re 12." No woman doesn’t like being told she looks young, especially by the man she likes.

Her cheeks reddened, and she giggled, "Mu Shuoqian, you’re so good at making girls happy, you must have had lots of girlfriends before, right?"

"No," he replied curtly.

"I don’t believe it." How could such an outstanding man not have had a girlfriend before, like that Xiao Yu was a vivid example.

He straightened up and handed her the phone: "You have a lot of messages, want to take a look?"

He was changing the subject again, but Gu Qili, as usual, fell for it, took the phone and began scrolling through WeChat, pushing the matter of the ex-girlfriend to the back of her mind.

She scrolled through the phone, all messages asking about her game hack. Last night she had fallen asleep while Mu Shuoqian was still gaming, and she didn’t know how much he had scored; now seeing these messages, she couldn’t wait to open the airplane battle game, and seeing the words "Record Broken" jump out on the screen, she was startled. Then, seeing that dazzling string of numbers, her lips curled up in delight.

Eighty million plus, was this really achieved with human fingers?

Gu Qili relished in her sudden rise to the top rank among her friends, the shiny gold crown flashing in front of her name made her look incredibly cool.

She grinned foolishly for a while, then suddenly hugged the man beside her, and smacked a kiss on his face: "You’re amazing."

Continuing to scroll through messages, the last one was from Mickey. She wrote about a dire emergency and added many crying emojis.

Gu Qili’s expression turned serious, and she hurriedly made a call.

"Qiqi." It took a while for Mickey to answer, "Did you see my messages?"

"Yeah, what’s up?"

"Nothing much, it’s all resolved now. You’re starting work officially tomorrow, right? To celebrate your first day at work, I’ll treat you to ice cream."

"Sure, I’ve been craving ice cream."

The two of them set a time and then hung up the phone.

Mu Shuoqian was already dressed and ready to go out. Seeing her suddenly excitedly climbing out of bed, he couldn’t help asking, "Going out?"

If she wasn’t taking exams, she would sleep in very late during her days off, lazily lounging in bed like a pig.

"I’ve made plans with Xiao Mi."

"Which Xiao Mi?"

"Mickey, my best friend, you’ve been to her place to find me."

Mu Shuoqian seemed to remember, buttoning up the last cuff button, whether it was Xiao Mi or Da Mi, as long as it wasn’t Chen Yishu, it was fine.

"By the way, someone named Chen Jiu came looking for me yesterday." Gu Qili suddenly remembered this and felt she needed to tell him.

Mu Shuoqian’s gaze sharpened slightly: "Did he ask you to whisper in my ear?"

"Seems that’s what he meant." Gu Qili touched her nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, the phrase "whisper in my ear" sounded so endearingly warm.

"Don’t mind him, but feel free to whisper in my ear anytime." "Come back early tonight."

It’s been a long time since he had her cooking,

"Got it." Seeing him in a suit every day, she’s always amazed by how dapper and commanding he looks; she really can’t resist.

No more endurance was necessary, she dashed over to him in a few steps, and wrapped her arms around his neck,

"If you don’t leave now, you’ll really be late."

"Who dares to dock my pay?"

"That’s perfect then, I’ll fire you, and you can come work in my office."

He was still thinking about how to coax her into his office, that persistent man.

The warm embrace was so comforting she didn’t want to let go: "What if I don’t want to let go?" she asked, smiling up at him.

"Stop joking around, you better go to work, you’re really going to be late."

"Let’s go, let’s go."

He showed displeasure: "Are you driving me away?"

Gu Qili hurriedly bent over to bow deeply: "I respectfully see off His Majesty from the palace."

Mu Shuoqian laughed, then he left, satisfied at heart.

With him gone, the room suddenly felt much emptier. Gu Qili returned to her own bedroom where her pug had already woken up, lying there gazing at the sky.

Gu Qili forcibly hugged it in her arms, ignoring its disdainful look.

She took out her computer from her backpack to start writing her thesis. After returning, she deleted the half-written paper and, after consulting with her advisor, chose a new topic: Human Care in Sino-French Wine Culture.

This was the inspiration given to her by Reynolds, and also what she wanted to explore and pursue. Wine is not just a drink, it’s a culture, a bond between two nations.

Two hours passed, and the pug had stayed obediently in her arms. The time she had arranged to meet Mickey was also approaching. Gu Qili closed her computer, placed the pug on the bed, and instructed, "Be good, eat some bread if you’re hungry, sister is heading out."

The pug lazily glanced at her, jumped off the bed, and lay down by the window.

Just as Gu Qili reached the door, Mickey’s call came through. Hearing the unique ringtone, she answered without thinking, one hand naturally changing shoes: "Don’t rush me, I’ll take the subway and it’s very fast, I definitely won’t be late..."

"Qiqi, come quick." Mickey’s choked voice came through the phone faintly.

Gu Qili’s smile faded, and she asked anxiously, "Xiao Mi, what happened, are you crying?"

"Qiqi, do you have money? Bring whatever you have, and come quickly." Mickey’s voice was indeed choke with tears and sounded extremely urgent, "My dad went to the old casino to ask for compensation, got into a fight, and broke a lot of things. Now a bunch of people are surrounding us, threatening to get violent, and my dad is still confronting them. Qiqi, come over quickly, I don’t know what to do."

"Understood, I’ll be right there." After getting the address, Gu Qili ran to the drawer in her room to take out a bank card. This card was given to her by Mu Shuoqian; she only used it for household expenses. She didn’t have much money herself, and she still owed a debt to the Mu’s capital firm.

Mu Shuoqian’s Land Rover Range Rover was parked in the garage, Gu Qili grabbed the car keys and ran out.

The place Mickey mentioned was not far, but it was still a twenty-minute drive.

Actually, Mickey had messaged her early in the morning to talk about this. Mickey’s dad had received a call from the casino telling him about the compensation. Seemingly unable to come to terms, he started arguing with the finance manager over the phone, and after hanging up, he wanted to confront them in person but was held back by Mickey. Unexpectedly, after calling a colleague, Mickey’s dad’s anger surged again and he stormed out of the house alone.

Mickey realized her father was missing and knew where he had gone, so she hurriedly took a taxi to follow, but she was still a step too late. Mickey’s dad got into an altercation with the people at the casino, and even a valuable antique vase in the lobby was smashed.

Gu Qili realized the situation was serious. It was something she couldn’t resolve on her own. Just bringing the money wouldn’t do if the other party was still looking for trouble; they wouldn’t take two young girls seriously. If things escalated, the consequences were unimaginable.

So, as she drove, she called Mu Shuoqian, but the phone echoed with a repetitive tone of being unable to connect. She tried calling Yuan Yi, but the response was the same; they were probably in an area with no reception.

Gu Qili pulled the car over to the side of the road, sent him a WeChat message, then resumed her frantic journey to the casino.

This casino used to belong to Chen Jiu, but it was swallowed up by another party, and Chen Jiu was no longer there.

The casino wasn’t open during the day; the doors were closed. Gu Qili hopped around the entrance, trying to peer inside. Finally spotting a security guard, she called out anxiously, "I’ve come to deliver money."

She shouted urgently, afraid that Mickey and her uncle would be in danger if she was even a moment too late.

Seeing her, the security guard opened the door from the inside, glanced at her, and said, "Those two who were fighting, father and daughter?"

Gu Qili immediately nodded: "Yes, let’s talk it over. Whatever they’ve broken, I’ll compensate."

The security guard looked her up and down for a moment, then eyed the Range Rover parked outside the casino. Without saying anything, he led Gu Qili inside. There was a mess everywhere, with a large porcelain vase from the Qing Dynasty lying on the ground, shattered into pieces.

Mickey’s dad usually appeared very mild-mannered, but once enraged, his temper was explosive. Moreover, he harbored prejudice against the new casino owners so he got into a fight the moment his temper flared.

He was outnumbered and advanced in years, naturally at a disadvantage. Fortunately, Mickey arrived just in time to avert a disaster.

When Gu Qili saw Mickey, she was desperately holding her father, her voice hoarse from crying: "Stop hitting, someone could really get killed."

"Qiqi, Uncle." Gu Qili ran over quickly, holding the card in her hand, and yelled to the circle of casino bodyguards, "You all just want the compensation, right? I have money, we’ll pay for whatever we’ve smashed, don’t resort to violence."

Mickey’s dad had blood on his face, still looking like a tiger that had just broken free from the cage, his eyes bloodshot, ready to fight these people.

If it weren’t for Mickey’s taekwondo training, she would not have been able to hold him back with her strength.

Gu Qili stood in front of the father and daughter, watching these men anxiously. They were all tall and muscular, with menacing looks. Just one could be a tough match, and if a fight really broke out again, they would certainly be at a disadvantage.

It was her first time encountering such a situation, and she was so nervous her throat was dry, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you think you can resolve everything by giving some money for the things you’ve broken? Is this place a casino or your personal venting ground?" A cold and gloomy voice suddenly rose.