Chapter 15 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas StudiosEditor: Atlas Studios

At first, Gu Li was feeling quite depressed, but when she saw Old Madam Song’s domineering actions, she was suddenly amused. “Old Madam, I really can’t decide when to leave Young Master Mo. I listen to his words. Why don’t you talk to him?”

Old Madam Song was so angry that her face turned green. “How dare you! Who allowed you to talk to me like that?! Auntie Liu, slap her!”

“Yes.”

Auntie Liu immediately obeyed and raised her right hand, slapping it towards Gu Li.

Gu Li didn’t expect that they would hit her and was slightly stunned.

However, the slap she had expected didn’t come.

Gu Li blinked her eyes which were full of confusion. It was only then that she realized that Mo Shiting was already standing in front of her, and that he had reached out his hand to grab Auntie Liu’s wrist.

Old Madam Song suddenly stood up and pointed at him with trembling hands. “Mo Shiting, how… how dare you protect her?!”

Mo Shiting’s handsome face was extremely cold, “Grandma, I will teach my wife myself, so you don’t have to worry about her. Goodbye!”

After saying this, he didn’t wait for Old Madam Fu to speak and directly brought Gu Li out.

Not expecting that Mo Shiting would disobey her so much for a woman, Old Madam Song was so angry that her chest hurt, “Rebellious! He’s really being rebellious to me!”

…

Gu Li had never expected that Mo Shiting would side with her in front of Old Madam Fu.

Walking out of the hall, she grabbed his arm. “Young Master Mo, thank you for helping me out just now. But, are you sure it’s okay to offend your grandmother because of me?”

Mo Shiting glanced at her coldly, “Don’t flatter yourself!”

“Tsk.”

Gu Li let go of him and then smiled brightly. “Anyways, thank you.”

“Hah.”

The man snorted and strode towards the parking lot.

Gu Li hurriedly followed behind him.

As soon as the car drove out of the Song family mansion, she couldn’t help asking, “Um, why didn’t you tell your grandmother that we’re faking our marriage? If you had told her, she wouldn’t have been so unhappy.”

The reason Old Madam Song had come looking for her was obvious: her conversation with Mo Shiting in her study room didn’t end well.

Mo Shiting looked at the night view outside the car window. “No comment.”