Chapter 819: Chapter 820: Tasting Defeat for the First Time 2
Actually, what puzzled her even more was that she wasn’t exceptionally attractive, not a great beauty, so she really couldn’t understand why someone as good as him would be interested in her. Chapters first released on Nove1Fire.net
Having experienced so much by Gu Yixuan’s side, Mo Ran had to be cautious.
Who knew what his intentions were in approaching her.
Fujiwara Ize wasn’t angry, and he stubbornly insisted on giving her the bag.
“You’re right, your husband can buy the clothes you want for you. But I think I also have the right to buy and give them to you, don’t I?”
Mo Ran said helplessly, “But I have the right to refuse. Mr. Yuan, you have excellent qualities, and if you like someone, there will be plenty of women willing to be with you. What you’re doing to me is a complete waste of feelings, time, and expressions.”
Such words were harsh and resolute enough.
Any man with dignity would choose to leave at this moment, let alone a man of his status and position.
Sure enough, he stared at her intently, no longer speaking.
Mo Ran ignored him, walked out of the mall, and quickly hailed a taxi to leave.
In the car, her phone received a text message from Yuan Zhe.
There was only one sentence inside.
‘Mo Ran, you are the first woman who is not moved by my looks.’
Mo Ran deleted the message and smiled helplessly. He indeed had striking looks, but did he think all the women in the world would be moved by him?
What a super narcissistic guy.
She wasn’t wrong; Fujiwara Ize was indeed a very narcissistic person.
However, his narcissism was justified, and to outsiders, it seemed perfectly reasonable.
This time, her firm rejection, giving him no face, made him feel both angry and frustrated.
Of course, it also intensified his interest in her.
Back home, Mo Ran didn’t mention Yuan Zhe’s pursuit of her. In fact, she didn’t care about it at all, and she forgot about it as soon as she got home.
Gu Yixuan sat on the leather swivel chair, a solemn expression on his face, and slightly opened his mouth as he spoke to the person on the computer.
“Huo En, didn’t you say last time that you wouldn’t force me?”
Today, he brought up once again the matter of taking over in North America.
“Gu, I really have no choice. Now the doctor told me that the success rate of the surgery is five percent. Previously it was ten percent, but now it’s five percent. Do you know what that means?”
Of course, Gu Yixuan knew. It meant that his condition was deteriorating day by day.