“I’ll give you the title of Mrs. Gu, but don’t even think about anything else.” What the hell? He’s my man—why can’t I kiss him, hug him, and lift him up? After being reborn, she humiliated her enemies and climbed her way up to the most powerful man in Li City. That trashy sister wants to rise to fame? She can dream! Watch her use her power to crush her in a heartbeat. That sleazy guy trying to pull strings through family connections? Hmph! No way—not a chance. After the wedding, her husband remained aloof and dignified, refusing to give in. Watch as she coaxes him with every trick in the book. Gu Mochen has nowhere to retreat. Since his wife is taking the initiative, he’ll reluctantly accept everything she offers—if he doesn’t give himself to her now, wouldn’t that be a terrible injustice to her?
Chapter 2: I’ll Give You the Title of Mrs
Chapter 002: I’ll Give You the Title of Mrs. Gu, but Don’t Get Any Other Wild Ideas Licheng—Changhai Private Hospital On the hospital bed, the girl’s delicate brows and long lashes framed eyes tightly shut, her brow slightly furrowed, as if even in her dreams she found no peace. Her jet-black hair spilled across the pillow, a few strands playfully brushing her palm-sized face, giving her an air of rebellion and stubbornness. Her hand was wrapped in a layer of white gauze, through which a faint trace of blood could be seen. Her small, jade-like hand twitched restlessly, and her eyes slowly opened a sliver, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. As soon as Anran raised her hand, a knife-like pain shot through her wrist. She remembered Anxia pushing her mother into the flames, the crystal chandelier crashing down on her—the agony of being consumed by fire was so vivid. Hadn’t she died? “Sheng, you’re awake. Did I raise you all these years just so you could play with death? If you want Achen to marry you, Grandpa will help you. But cutting your wrists—who gave you the nerve to do that?” The old man was somewhat displeased, but more than that, he was heartbroken. His weathered face was etched with deep wrinkles; his snow-white hair held not a single strand of black; and his deep brown eyes bore the marks of time. An Ran stared blankly at the man before her. The old man was Gu Jinnian, the former head of Mo Shi Group and the military commander of the Sixth District of Li Bei. He was Gu Mochen’s grandfather—she recognized him— Just then, there was a loud “bang” as the hospital room door was pushed open from the outside. An Ran turned to look at the newcomer. The man’s tall, slender figure exuded an overwhelming sense of authority. His features were chiseled and well-defined, as if carved from stone. His dark, piercing eyes were utterly impassive, their temperature having dropped to freezing. He exuded an air of noble refinement, yet his handsome face was etched with anger. His thin lips were pressed together, and his piercing gaze fixed directly on the person in the bed. Gu Mochen strode forward, leaning down to look down at An Ran from above. He reached out to grip her jaw, parted his thin lips, and declared coldly, “Dear sister, I grant you the title of Mrs. Gu. Do not entertain any other delusions.” Gu Mochen slammed the two marriage certificates onto the bedside table and left without looking back. An Ran picked up the marriage certificates and looked at the names on them—Gu Mochen, Gu Sheng. So then… An Ran ran a hand over her cheek, her heart trembling. She looked at the thick white bandage on her wrist, her mind filled with shock—this body wasn’t hers. The body’s owner was Gu Sheng, a child adopted by the Gu family—essentially a child bride—and the precious treasure the old patriarch held in the palm of his hand. Strange memories suddenly flooded her mind: sobbing, arguments, and even suicide… “Sheng, don’t move around. The doctor said you’ve lost too much blood. You’ve been spoiled rotten by the old man. Mochen is really furious this time. You’d better apologize to him properly later.” The old man gripped her hand, his tone tinged with irritation. An Ran looked up at the old master, her peripheral vision catching the television in the room. “... And the winner of this year’s Jinhua Award for Best Actress is—An Ran. With her masterful and pure acting, she has portrayed an immortal soul, allowing us to witness the miracle of life once again. Let’s give a warm round of applause to congratulate Miss An Ran!” An Ran stared at the figure on the screen, her smile gentle and alluring, especially that exquisitely flawless face. “Ah! How dare she win the Jinhua Award! She doesn’t deserve it—she’s a murderer! A murderer!” An Ran yanked the IV out of her hand, frantically threw off the covers, and stumbled out of bed, her eyes brimming with hatred and grief. Her body, already weakened by severe blood loss, collapsed uncontrollably to the floor.
