Chapter 11: Han Mo Sends You

When He Huanhuan came back, she found Old Mr. Gu sitting in the living room, smiling at her.

Seeing her come in, Old Mr. Gu immediately stood up and asked her, "Huanhuan, what do you think of Han Mo?"

He Huanhuan nodded. "Not bad."

He wasn’t a bad guy. Even though he didn’t like spicy hot pot, he still forced himself to eat it.

Even though he didn’t like her, there was no disdain in his eyes when he looked at her.

To be honest, Han Mo’s annoyance with her was less than Gu Chacha’s.

So really, he was fine.

Old Mr. Gu latched onto the opportunity. "How about I give him to you as a husband?"

It sounded like he was handing out a gift.

He Huanhuan wrinkled her nose and refused. "No way."

She had seen Qi Meili date. When things were good, it was all "honey, I love you so much," disgustingly clingy.

When things turned sour, it was "get lost, you ugly bastard, go far away and never come back."

Just watching it gave her a headache.

Actually dating one herself?

Sorry, she wasn’t into Old Geezers.

Her current body was twenty, sure, but she herself was a solid seventeen.

Who wanted to date a twenty-seven-year-old Old Geezer?

He probably already had that old person smell!

Old Mr. Gu asked gently, "Why not? Did Han Mo upset you?"

He Huanhuan shot him a look. "Old Man, are you working for the matchmaker god or something? How old am I? You’re already rushing me into marriage? Ever heard of late marriage and late childbirth? You’re so uneducated..."

Even if she was borrowing this body and was twenty this year,

that wasn’t even marriage age, was it?

She figured people shouldn’t even think about marriage until at least thirty.

Let her think about it for another ten years first!

She turned and headed upstairs, but Old Mr. Gu chased after her, pleading, "Huanhuan, think it over. Everyone has to get married eventually. Since you have to, why not pick the most suitable person at the best time? Think about it..."

In short, Han Mo was just that "most suitable person."

He Huanhuan couldn’t be bothered. She stepped into the elevator and shut the door on him.

When the elevator reached the third floor and the doors opened, a flashy man was standing there.

Gu Jinghan posed with exaggerated style and said, leaning on his brow, "Dear little sister, I heard you just got nagged about marriage by Dad?"

He Huanhuan glanced at him. "What’s with the drama? Are we that close?"

Gu Jinghan didn’t care. He slid right next to her and asked, "You know, after you left today, Gu Chacha went straight to Dad’s study?"

He Huanhuan shot him a look. "I was gone. How the hell would I know?"

"Guess what she wanted from Dad?"

"What?"

Gu Jinghan pinched her cheek teasingly. "I’m asking you!"

"I don’t feel like guessing."

He Huanhuan sprawled out on the bed like a starfish. She didn’t care what Gu Chacha was up to.

After all, she wasn’t the real Gu heiress—she was just borrowing the identity.

Who knew if she’d wake up tomorrow and be back to her old life?

Gu Jinghan leaned over to the bed. "She wants to steal Han Mo from you."

"Take him."

No need to steal; she’d give him away for free.

"Dad won’t let her."

He Huanhuan shot upright. "Why? Is he crazy?"

She didn’t want him, Gu Chacha did—what a perfect arrangement!

Why couldn’t he just do the right thing?

Gu Jinghan leaned in mysteriously and whispered Old Mr. Gu’s exact words to her.

"Damn it! He called me tacky!"

He Huanhuan was furious. Where was she tacky? She’d always been the most stylish among the alternative girls!

She rolled up her sleeves, ready to charge downstairs and confront Old Mr. Gu, but Gu Jinghan grabbed her. "Idiot, Dad was just bluffing Gu Chacha! Can’t you tell?"

What tacky or not?

She was found and brought back as the Gu family’s daughter—she was the Miss Gu now.

Families like theirs, when they arranged marriages, thought about future business growth, cooperation, and a thousand other things.

But they never cared about whether the kid was tacky or had grown up in the countryside.

Especially not for a girl like He Huanhuan.

"Why are you talking like that? What’s wrong with a girl? Damn it! What’s wrong with a girl?"

She couldn’t stand his words. What was wrong with a girl? Girls could fight just as hard!

Without hesitation, she slapped Gu Jinghan. "What’s wrong with a girl? Bothering you somehow? Damn it, pulling out some misogyny on me?"

"Hey! No! That’s not what I meant!"

Gu Jinghan dodged and explained, "You and Chacha can’t get involved in company business, so you’re no different. That’s what I meant!"

Only those with shares and a say in the company became special.

Like their big brother, Gu Jingchen.

Like Han Mo of the Han family.

He pointed at himself. "I’m on the same level as you two right now."

Dad thought he was unreliable and wouldn’t let him handle business.

If any family wanted their daughter to marry into theirs, Dad would throw him out as bait too.

People who didn’t work, just spent money—their only use in the family was as marriage ties, to help develop business.

So as long as they stayed alive, they’d already done their part, ha.

Whether they were tacky or not, worldly or ignorant—none of that mattered.

This explanation finally made He Huanhuan understand a little.

"But why is Han Mo being pushed into marriage? Isn’t he capable?"

She was confused. Wasn’t Han Mo the one handling their companies’ collaboration?

Wasn’t he pretty competent? Why was his family sending him off to arrange marriage?

"Ah, him!"

Gu Jinghan sighed dramatically. "Got interested in him?"

Huh, Han Mo was something else!

One dinner out, and he’d already won her over?

That was a skill worth learning. He might need it himself one day.

If he had to marry for business anyway, why not pick someone pleasing and win them over ahead of time? Then he’d— heh heh heh...

He Huanhuan watched him go from a sleazy grin to an even sleazier one.

"Can you talk like a normal person or not?"

"Ahem..."

Gu Jinghan tried to be serious. "He’s twenty-seven. His mom’s been gone less than ten years, and his brother is only five years younger. Figure it out yourself."

The Han family started as a mom-and-pop shop, working it up from a small factory to a big company.

But the moment Han Mo’s mom closed her eyes, his dad brought in the mistress—along with her grown son.

Han Mo had just turned eighteen. Still reeling from his mom’s death, his dad packed him off to study abroad.

By the time he came back, the company had become his dad’s alone.

Everyone his mom had promoted was kicked out, and the shares and inheritance she’d left for Han Mo were seized by his dad.

"Look at him—spends all day busy at the company, but he’s on a fixed salary."

Gu Jinghan clicked his tongue. "That dad of his is ruthless."

Otherwise, why would Han Mo, like a dog, sweet-talk Gu Chacha and then turn around to sweet-talk He Huanhuan?

Who would want to live like that?

They were all rich second-generation kids too, damn it!

"He’s after that piece of land Dad owns. Otherwise, why would Dad just hand him over to you like a giveaway?"

Only by securing the deal with Old Mr. Gu could Han Mo finally get some real say in the Han Group.