Chapter 91 Utilization
Han Que followed Gu Ningwei back home.
It turns out that people quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.
After washing up, Gu Ningwei hugged her, whispered to her, and was very affectionate with her. In less than a moment, Han Que felt sore and itchy all over, and she collapsed under Gu Ningwei, turning into a pool of spring water that drowned him.
The porcelain-white skin was so smooth that it slipped easily to the touch, like summer ice cream, dotted with cherry red, mellow and delicious. The soft and warm lips kissed lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, passing over the flower buds, leaving a lingering sensation that added to the numbness.
The cool breeze from the air conditioner vent made her shiver and moan softly.
Gu Ningwei's eyes were filled with tenderness and he gazed at him with a smile. He asked in a low voice, "Should I go a little lighter or a little harder?"
Han panted and groaned, turning his head away from his deep eyes: "Hate..."
Before she could finish her words, her lips were kissed, this time violently and violently.
Under his passionate kiss, the most private and vulnerable part of her body opened up to him, welcoming him, wrapping him, guiding him, taking him to explore the most secret jungle, making him indulge and intoxicated.
He lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and sank down completely.
What ambition, what Chengguang, go to hell, he is willing to go to hell for her.
It was drizzling at night, and the raindrops tapped the window glass gently. Gu Ningwei fell asleep holding Han Que and snoring softly.
A night light shines alone in the corridor of the living room, emitting a few rays of warmth.
Han moved, pulling out her numb arm. Gu Ningwei opened his eyes and looked at her, sleepily asking, "What's wrong?"
Han shook his head, "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
Gu Ningwei turned over and hugged her again, burying his head in her chest, and muttered, "Then you won't leave."
Han Qu felt an inexplicable pang in his heart, patted him on the back gently, and replied, "Well, I won't leave."
Gu Ningwei finally felt relieved and snuggled closer into her arms.
In the morning, the morning glow secretly sprinkled in a ray of gold from the gap in the curtains.
Gu Ningwei woke up first, opened his eyes, and looked at Han Que who was sleeping beside him. He had a pretty face and a calm expression, but his brows were slightly furrowed.
He reached out and touched the fine lines between her eyebrows, but Han woke up, opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Did you sleep well?" Gu Ningwei asked softly.
Han nodded, stretched out on the bed, and asked him, "What time is it?"
Gu Ningwei said, "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
Han shook his head, "No, I can't sleep."
Gu Ningwei's hands slowly caressed her skin under the silk quilt, but Han dodged and pushed him: "Can we talk for a while?"
Gu Ningwei withdrew his hand and nodded, "What do you want to say?"
Han thought for a moment and said, "I know you are investigating Zhang Yuming's affairs."
Gu Ningwei nodded, "Yes, we are investigating. I asked Jiang Jin to take people from the audit department to check and see what is going on."
Han lowered his eyes to look at him and asked, "If the truth is revealed, will Zhang Yuming's family be compensated?"
Gu Ningwei thought for a moment and shook his head. "The police concluded her death was suicide due to depression. Legally, Chengguang has nothing to do with it. Apart from compensation for the delayed delivery of the project, there will be no other compensation."
Han just said "Oh" and remained silent.
Gu Ningwei looked at him for a moment, then reached out and hugged her, saying softly, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
Han nodded, his eyes looking at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.
Gu Ningwei continued, "I know you're upset, and you hope I can give the deceased an explanation, but Chengguang Group is in a situation where we can't do that. If we compensate her, it would be tantamount to implicitly admitting that her death was related to Chengguang."
He sighed.
"Is it okay?" Han asked softly after a while.
"What?" Gu Ningwei looked up at her.
"Did I say it doesn't matter? You sold the house, collected the money, and now you can't deliver the house. She spent her life savings on this, and she can't get the house she bought, and she has to continue to work hard to repay the mortgage. She wants to ask for an explanation, but she is threatened and slandered. How miserable is she?"
Gu Ningwei was speechless. He reached out and hugged Han Que tightly.
"I understand her feelings, because I've been that desperate, too." Han continued, looking at the ceiling. "During the years my father was ill, we spent money like water on his treatment. We sought medical treatment everywhere, even traveling thousands of miles to other places for a glimmer of hope. When we couldn't get an appointment with a specialist, we stayed in a hotel and waited. It was the cheapest hotel, with three people squeezed into one bed... When my father was in the hospital, my mother and I took turns to accompany him. We had no place to stay, so I slept in the hospital's underground garage with my sleeping bag..."
"At that time, I felt that as long as my father's condition could be stabilized and he could suffer less, all my hard work would be worth it, even though I knew that in the end I would lose everything."
Gu Ningwei didn't say anything. He could only hug Han Que tightly, lean over, and gently kiss the tears that rolled down her eyes.
Han turned around, staring at Gu Ningwei with wet eyes: "We are different people, destined to be separated."
"No." Gu Ningwei rested his chin on her hair and shook his head gently, "No, trust me, I will find a way."
Han raised his eyes and stared at his face, deep eyebrows, straight nose, and a slightly cynical and casual smile. Gu Ningwei was charming, with the calmness and unrestrainedness of playing with life and having everything under control.
After spending time with him, I realized how decisive he was in killing people, and that he did it without realizing it.
I thought he was just a playboy who was greedy for beauty, but later I realized that it was just an appearance.
She was worried in her heart that she had never really understood Gu Ningwei like this.
She thought about it and changed her tone to be as gentle as possible, "Just think about your own affairs. You don't need to change because of me."
However, Han called Xie Ming and told him that Chengguang Group had already started investigating Zhang Yuming's suicide, and asked him to be patient and wait for the results.
After listening to this, Xie Ming was silent for a while and said thank you softly.
Han said, "You don't have to thank me. Zhang Yuming and I were classmates in junior high school. We used to sit in the same row for a long time. I did all this for her, not because of you."
Xie Ming said, "I know they won't find anything even if they investigate, but I still want to thank you, or rather, thank Gu Ningwei, even though he did this for himself."
"He's doing this for himself?" Han frowned. "What does this have to do with him?"
Xie Ming snorted and laughed, "Miss Han, you're truly naive. You can't see the power struggles within these wealthy families. Gu Ningwei is using this incident to sow discord between the two brothers. He's also using it as an opportunity to interfere in the branch's business and find a pretext to re-audit the company's assets. His motive isn't just to redress Yu Ming's injustice."
Han was stunned for a long time. She didn't expect that Gu Ningwei intervened in Zhang Yuming's suicide case for this purpose, and she had invisibly provided him with bullets.
The feeling of being used was very uncomfortable, and she frowned and remained silent.
"Gu Ningwei is indeed very skilled. It seems that Old Gu may not be his match." Xie Ming laughed heartily and said to Han Que, "Miss Han, you'd better be careful with men like this. One day he might sell you out and you'll have to help him count the money."
"No matter what his purpose is, I have already given you an explanation on this matter." Han Que suppressed his displeasure and said to Xie Ming.
"Explain?" Xie Ming sneered and muttered to himself, "It's not that simple."
Han Que hadn't returned to Fang Jiayan's apartment for a long time, and received a message from her: "Miss, how long have you not been home? I feel lonely and miss you very much."
Han was amused by her and quickly called her: "Tell me, what's the matter? You're talking so cheesy."
"Just like you." Fang Jiayan laughed on the other end: "It seems that you have been very close to Master Gu recently and don't want to leave."
"I'm leaving some private space for you and Yuanhao, so that you don't get lonely and watch skits every day to relieve yourself." Han couldn't help but tease.
"Hey, speaking of Yuanhao, he's been unlucky lately. He's been complained by a client," Fang Jiayan sighed. "He also got a scratch on his arm. He's not feeling very happy."
"How could it be?" Han was very surprised. In her impression, Yuan Hao was very professional and cautious, with a strong sense of propriety. He would never be complained by a customer.
"Well, it's a long story." Fang Jiayan said, paused, and hinted: "It seems to be related to your family's Young Master Gu."
"Gu Ningwei?" Han asked in surprise, "He won't complain to Yuan Hao, will he? He's very satisfied with Manager Yuan. When he mentions your Yuan Hao, he treats him like a buddy."
Seeing that Han was unaware of the situation, Fang Jiayan hesitated for a moment and said vaguely, "I don't know much about his business either."
After hanging up the phone, I looked up and saw Yuan Hao coming out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white round-neck T-shirt and home shorts, and was wiping his hair with a towel.
He had obviously heard the call and warned, "Don't tell Han Que, she knows nothing. This was something Gu Ningwei asked me to do, it has nothing to do with her."
Fang Jiayan nodded. "Since she didn't know, I didn't tell her. But shouldn't you tell Gu Ningwei?"
Yuan Hao sat down next to her, picked up the glass on the table and drank a sip of water, then shook his head: "Let's not talk about it, he's busy enough, and there's nothing to say."
"Nothing's wrong yet?" Fang Jiayan was dissatisfied. "You were beaten up, and you still say you're fine?"
"It wasn't intentional, otherwise I would have called the police long ago." Yuan Hao leaned on the sofa and said slowly.
"What did your leader say? Will he take action against you?" Fang Jiayan was still very worried.
Yuan Hao shook his head. "That shouldn't happen. We followed the bank's regulations and went through the entire process. There's even video footage of the risk control alerts." He pursed his lips and smiled, "They can't find any fault with me..."
Fang Jiayan nodded. In a way, Yuan Hao was much smarter than her, like a slippery fish.
"It's no use yet. Look at the wound on your arm." Fang Jiayan looked at the wound on his arm carefully. She could imagine how intense the scene was, and asked him: What's wrong with that guy? He's like a mad dog.
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