Tang Bao's illness was something Jian Ran didn't want to talk about.
Gu Mochen... wasn't fit to know either.
Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes... staring at the woman's fragile appearance.
Such a look on Jian Ran contrasted sharply with the astute woman of the past.
Gu Mochen's dark eyes deepened a bit, when the accident happened...
Jian Ran was just an 18-year-old child.
"So you're saying... the child isn't Siming's?"
"No... even Han Siming doesn't know about Tang Bao's existence..."
Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes again, raised his hand, and eventually slowly pulled Jian Ran into his embrace.
"Jian Ran, congratulations... you've played me for a fool once again."
Jian Ran: "..."
The man's sturdy chest, with its very hot breaths, left Jian Ran momentarily not understanding what Gu Mochen meant.
The man's aggressive aura faded somewhat, his whole demeanor no longer as enraged.
The depths of Gu Mochen's pupils became more profound.
He had... compromised.