Chapter 5: Gong Motin - The Woman Came Back

After dinner, Lin Miao'er squatted in front of Dabai, leaned over, and kissed the little forehead, "Be good, and go check out our new home with your godmother. Mommy has some things to deal with, but I'll be back to join Dabai soon."

Dabai nodded his little head, "Miao'er, then come back early after you're busy, I'll wait for you at home obediently."

"Alright," Lin Miao'er said with a radiant smile.

Zhang Xue watched with stars in her eyes—this little guy really acted like an adult, so considerate too.

Lin Miao'er, wearing light makeup and a thin trench coat with a slight heel, took a taxi to Gong Corporation.

In less than half an hour, she paid the fare and got out of the cab. It was the afternoon work hour, and there were many people coming in and out of the company's entrance. Seeing Lin Miao'er across the street, they all turned to look her way.

Her tall and slender figure was wrapped in a long beige trench coat, which danced in the breeze with her movements. The afternoon sunlight cast a golden halo around her graceful silhouette.

The woman walking towards the reception had a pretty face, especially those eyes—like tempered steel, bright and firm. She carried a faint smile on her lips, "Miss, hello."

The receptionist was so lost in admiration of her aura that she was stunned for quite a while before responding, "Hello, may I ask who you are looking for?"

"Please let Gong Motin know that Lin Miao'er is here to see him for some business. He will meet with me."

"Do you have an appointment, madam?" the receptionist continued to inquire.

Lin Miao'er was puzzled—an appointment just to see a bodyguard?

"No, can I make one now?"

"Sure, I'll schedule it for you right away. You will be notified of the result in a month."

A month? That seemed excessively long.

She pursed her lips in secret frustration and, as she turned around, she immediately recognized the man walking towards the elevator surrounded by a group of men in black—the familiar, coldly handsome face!

It was the man Lin Miao'er was looking for, her husband, Gong Motin!

Compared to five years ago, he seemed colder, steadier, and more mature now.

"Gong Motin!"

Lin Miao'er yelled out instinctively.

He heard the voice and glanced over coolly, but completely ignored her and entered the elevator surrounded by the crowd.

The elevator doors slowly closed to both sides.

Seeing this, Lin Miao'er immediately ran over, pounding on the elevator door, "Gong Motin, come out, I need to talk to you!"

But the elevator door had already closed.

"Looking for Mr. Gong?"

"Could this woman be Mr. Gong's secret lover??"

"Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Gong has always loved Miss An, right? They even have such a big kid!"

The employees standing nervously behind Gong Motin looked shocked, their fingers frantically tapping on their phone screens. The employees' secret WeChat group was in an uproar.

Gong Motin's brow furrowed slightly. Had he just experienced an auditory hallucination, or had his vision deceived him?

Perhaps it was because of an extreme longing that this psychological expectation had arisen?

He arrived at the president's office, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, pinched the bridge of his nose, and glanced downstairs inadvertently. Seeing her figure, he realized this was not a dream!

The girl who had appeared in his dreams five years ago had vanished, and now, after five years, she had returned.

If it weren't for the marriage certificate in his home drawer reminding him every second that this girl had indeed been in his life, he would have really thought he was dreaming.

Gong Motin let out a light laugh, as if mocking himself. Five years ago, she used him as a backup, hurriedly solving the matter. He merely stepped out to take a phone call, and by the time he returned, she had vanished.

It wasn't even a week later when he received her divorce agreement.

Was this woman playing games with him?

Every morning when he woke up, he glanced at that cold, bone-chilling divorce agreement. So for five years, he never sought out a single clue about her.

Now, she was actually coming back to find him?

For what purpose?

The glass in his hand was fiercely slammed onto the table, a nameless rage burning in his heart,

Could it be, she had regrets??