Chapter 85: You Two Definitely Slept Together

He said it lightly, but Gu Chacha's heart jolted with alarm.

She knew he wasn't joking.

Back when Han Xuan had taken her to Southeast Asia, on the second floor of that compound, she had seen what happened to those people.

Human life meant less than ants to him.

She hesitated for a moment. "There's no need, right?"

It wasn't that she liked He Huanhuan. She had been the little princess of the Gu family for twenty years, and then suddenly she was the outsider.

Everything that had belonged to her—her parents' love, her eldest brother's care—had suddenly turned to foam.

Naturally, she felt bitter, and she didn't like He Huanhuan.

She wished He Huanhuan had never appeared, but she had never wanted He Huanhuan dead.

She clenched her hands. Murder was against the law. Any move would leave evidence behind.

It was too dangerous!

What she regretted most these past few days was giving Han Xuan information about Han Mo that day.

She shouldn't have put herself in such danger.

The money laundering had always been handled by Han Xuan, and those funds had never passed through her hands.

Even if Han Xuan later implicated her, she wouldn't qualify as an accomplice.

She had only accepted his sponsorship and organized many concerts.

She had never known what he was up to. She was innocent.

But killing someone was different—criminal cases are never closed. She didn't want to carry the shadow of murder on her conscience forever.

It was too terrifying.

"Don't be afraid. She won't die in the country."

Chen Jiarong pulled her closer. "You know where my territory is. I'll take her out and kill her."

Gu Chacha frowned at him. "You mean..."

Take He Huanhuan abroad to be killed?

A smile curled at the corner of Chen Jiarong's mouth. "I still want to do good business in Jiangcheng. How could I do something so heinous here?"

Gu Chacha was uneasy. "But how are you going to get her out of the country?"

He Huanhuan was a living person, not a puppet to be pushed around. Sending her abroad wasn't something you could just order in passing.

Chen Jiarong led her through the door of the private room. "Don't worry. I have my ways."

Inside the private room, Gu Jingchen and Han Mo had already arrived. The two were sitting on separate sofas, talking quietly.

When they saw the newcomers enter, they quickly stood up.

"Hello, Auntie and Uncle."

Han Mo stepped forward to greet each of them, and when his eyes swept over Chen Jiarong, who had entered behind them, his gaze trembled violently.

Gu Chengye smiled and asked him, "Xiao Han, why are you here so early?"

Han Mo forced a smile. "Nothing much to do at home, so I came on ahead."

Then, as naturally as could be, he walked over to He Huanhuan's side and gave Chen Jiarong a puzzled look before asking, "And this is?"

Gu Jinghan grinned and helped introduce him. "Chacha's new friend."

Han Mo nodded at Chen Jiarong. "Hello."

Chen Jiarong's face broke into a warm smile. "Hello!"

Han Mo quickly averted his gaze and didn't engage further.

After the greetings, everyone took their seats.

Qi Meili sat down next to He Huanhuan, and beside her sat Chen Jiarong.

Chen Jiarong smiled at her. "I didn't get the chance to ask earlier—who are you?"

Qi Meili glanced at him. "I'm Huanhuan's good friend. The best kind."

Chen Jiarong nodded. "That's clear to see."

His appraising gaze swept over Qi Meili's face, then over He Huanhuan's.

He felt satisfied deep down—young and pretty. He could take them back to the compound to make money for him.

A plan quickly formed in his mind, and his smile grew even wider.

But then he heard Qi Meili's disdainful voice: "Why are you grinning like such a lecher? I don't like ugly people."

......

Chen Jiarong's smile vanished. "You might be misunderstanding. I didn't mean anything—"

Qi Meili snorted. "Are you kidding me? You think I'm some fresh rookie? You reek of filth and dogs, it's disgusting!"

Gu Chacha frowned. "Sister Meili, how can you talk about Brother Jiarong like that? He was just being kind..."

"Pfft."

Qi Meili rolled her eyes. "You've slept with him, so of course you can't smell the filth on him."

Gu Chacha's face changed dramatically. "Sister Meili! What nonsense are you talking about!"

In front of her parents and her eldest brother, she had always been the obedient good girl. How could it be possible that the moment Han Xuan got locked up, she'd already be in bed with another man?

Her eyes instantly reddened. "Sister Meili, this is misogyny—"

Qi Meili pursed her lips. "Misogyny my ass! One whiff and I can tell you two definitely slept together last night!"

Her tears dried instantly. Gu Chacha stared at Qi Meili in terror. "You can actually smell that???"

She and Chen Jiarong had indeed slept together last night, but how on earth could something like that be smelled?!

She wasn't a dog!

Her terrified reaction said everything, and Qi Meili giggled. "I was just guessing, sweetie. I've got a sharp tongue—don't hold it against big sis, yeah?"

"You!"

Gu Chacha's face flushed crimson in an instant. She had been tricked!

She guiltily turned to look at Gu Chengye and his wife, and both their faces were extremely sour.

Especially Gu Chengye—his face was dark enough to drip ink.

He cast a heavy glance at Gu Chacha. "You said before that you had performances and it was inconvenient to live at home, so you insisted on moving out..."

"Dad..."

Gu Chacha explained in a wronged tone, "Most of the performances are in the city center. It really is inconvenient."

Gu Jinghan sneered. "We have drivers at home. How is anywhere inconvenient? You don't even get carsick. Stop pretending!"

"Second Brother!"

A tear slid down the corner of her eye. "You don't have a job, so of course you wouldn't know how exhausting an extra half-hour of commuting is. I have to rehearse every day, I have to go over performance schedules... I just want to spend less time on the road every day. Is that wrong?"

She had always been good at playing the victim. With her tearful, rain-and-willow act, she instantly softened the hearts of both elders.

Jiang Yulan's face was full of concern. "Oh, alright, alright—stop crying. Living in the city center is indeed more convenient..."

Jiang Yulan had spoken up for her, and Gu Chengye didn't want to go against her, so he didn't press further.

But a knot of anger was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't let it out easily.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Gu Jinghan, whose eyes were bulging with indignation, and the old man's fury finally found its outlet:

"And you! Bumming around all day, what kind of example is that?! Your little sister's private matters are none of your business to gossip about! Keep running your mouth, and don't ever ask me for money again!"

......

Gu Jinghan: Wait, what the hell does this have to do with him?

And besides, when had he ever gossiped about Gu Chacha's private affairs?

He was quick-tempered, so he leapt up immediately. "When the hell did I gossip?! Her and Han Xuan at my—"

"Jinghan!"

Gu Jingchen suddenly cut in, interrupting his outburst. "Sit down and eat."

"Brother! I clearly—"

Gu Jinghan was furious. Gu Chacha was constantly booking hotel rooms with Han Xuan, and they were at the hotel he owned, no less!

Gu Jingchen shot him a warning look. "Sit down. Eat."

Only then did he realize—he'd almost blurted out that he'd been eavesdropping on Gu Chacha's hotel room visits.

If that got out, this meal would be ruined for sure.

And besides, based on past experience—

If the truth came out, whether Gu Chacha would suffer was still up in the air, but he was definitely getting his allowance cut off!

But he'd already built up the momentum to explode, and he couldn't just deflate so pathetically, could he?

That would be such a loss of face!

He didn't know whether to stand or sit, and in the end, he shot Gu Chacha a furious glare. "You've got a thing for ugly! I despise you!"