Chapter 541 - Who Wrote You the Love Letter?

Chapter 541: Who Wrote You the Love Letter?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Gu Tianmu narrowed his eyes and then stared at Gu Juexi.
“Your grandmother only wants that child.”
“You can continue dreaming,” Gu Juexi replied sharply. “Gu Tianmu, you can be whatever filial son that you are trying to be, but leave my son out of this. If you try to make a move on my son, I promise you that things will not be as simple as merely cutting ties with the Gu family.”
Gu Tianmu looked at Gu Juexi who was staring intensely at him. “For a drug lord’s daughter, you are really—”
“Mr. Gu, you can eat whatever you want in this world but that does not mean that you can just say anything that you like,” Gu Juexi interrupted him directly.
“I thought that you were really as calm as you pretended to be,” Gu Tianmu replied with a smile on his face.
Gu Juexi: “…”
Gu Juexi snorted and thought, ‘A fox will always be a fox.’
Gu Tianmu stood up and looked at Gu Juexi. “Now that I know your attitude toward her, I will know how to deal with you then. As for Bai Yuyan, even if you get rid of her, I can still make you bow down to me, Gu Juexi. You are my son,” Gu Tianmu said arrogantly before turning around and walking out of the office.
Gu Juexi watched as Gu Tianmu left and the expression on his face got uglier. “Wen Tao.”
PA Wen heard the CEO’s voice and quickly hurried inside. “CEO.”
“Gather all the documents and evidence related to Gu International for the past few years,” Gu Juexi said.
PA Wen paused for a moment before asking with uncertainty, “CEO, are you really intending to destroy Gu International?”
Gu Juexi held his hands firmly together and closed his eyes.
“Acquisition,” Gu Juexi replied.
The reason was very simple. Gu Tianmu had pushed his limit.
PA Wen nodded slightly. He knew that his workload was about to increase very soon. This was probably for the best so that he could shut his parents up about his marriage.
After PA wen left the office, Gu Juexi sat down on the sofa and took his cell phone out. He turned on his phone and thought about sending Ye Yuwei a text message.
After that, he stood up to go to the lounge to check on the two children.
Ye Yuwei was still having lunch with Xiao Yaojing when she received his text message. She frowned as soon as she saw the message.
“What is the matter? Is there something that you have to do?” Xiao Yaojing asked as she continued eating.
“Gu Juexi is sick,” Ye Yuwei said as she handed her cell phone over to Xiao Yaojing.
Xiao Yaojing put down her chopsticks and reached out to take the cell phone. She laughed when she saw what was written on the screen. “This is called, having a daughter to love and a son to discipline him. Why didn’t he ask what your son liked to eat instead?”
Ye Yuwei took her cell phone back and did not reply his text message. She quickly said, “Who do you think framed Gu Juexi this time? It was his own son.”
Xiao Yaojing listened to Ye Yuwei’s words and suddenly burst out into laughter.
Ye Xicheng had done this more than once and so Ye Yuwei was already used to it.
Before Ye Yuwei could say anything else, Gu Juexi was already calling her.
Ye Yuwei raised her brows as she answered the call.
“Why didn’t you reply my text message?”
“If there is nothing important, please do not bother me. I am very busy,” Ye Yuwei said before hanging up on him.
Gu Juexi: “…”
‘This woman is really—
After Ye Yuwei hung up on the call, Xiao Yaojing immediately gave a thumbs up to Ye Yuwei.
Ye Yuwei put her cell phone down and then picked up her chopsticks to continue eating. “This was how he used to treat me in the past.”
“So, you still care about him actually?” Xiao Yaojing asked as she gently lifted her foot to kick Ye Yuwei lightly under the table.
Ye Yuwei did not deny anything this time but she bit her chopsticks for a while before finally putting the chopsticks down. She took out a card from her coat pocket and pushed it over to Xiao Yaojing.
Xiao Yaojing quickly picked up the card and read what was written in it. She glanced at it and said, “Well, this love confession must be from a hundred years ago. Who wrote you the love letter?”