Chapter 58
58: Chapter 58 He’s Like an Enraged Beast
58 -58 He’s Like an Enraged Beast
Mo Ran had very few friends, so few that she practically had none.
She was happy to get to know Tang Song; even if it would anger Gu Yixuan tonight, she just didn’t care.
She declined Tang Song’s offer to take her home and took a taxi back to Banshan Garden.
It wasn’t until then that she started to feel a bit uneasy.
She had hung up on Gu Yixuan’s call and secretly slipped away from the party, uncertain how angry he might have been.
As she opened the door and entered the living room, it was pitch dark, and she couldn’t see anything.
Mo Ran thought Gu Yixuan hadn’t come back and breathed a sigh of relief.
When she turned on the light, she saw someone sitting on the couch and jumped in fright.
“You…
When did you get back?” She tried to appear calm.
Gu Yixuan sat on the couch, his legs propped up on the glass table, arms crossed over his chest, head slightly lowered, his expression unreadable.
Seeing that he didn’t answer, Mo Ran thought he had fallen asleep and quietly began to head upstairs.
“Stop right there!” His indifferent voice came from behind her.
“Where have you been?”
Mo Ran turned around, looking down as she said, “The party was so boring, so I left halfway through.”
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” It might have been her imagination, but his voice seemed a degree colder.
“I didn’t hear it.”
“You also hung up my call,” the man pointed out her lie.
Mo Ran didn’t know what to say; she had always felt very discontented with this man.
He wasn’t anyone to her, so why should he dictate her actions?
“Is there anything else?
I’m going to sleep,” she said indifferently, not wanting to talk to him any more.
“Did I say you could go to sleep?” Gu Yixuan looked up at her, his gaze unusually dark.
Mo Ran was startled, her voice involuntarily rising a bit, “Then what do you want?
Don’t I even have a little bit of freedom?
I just went out to get some air!”
Suddenly, Gu Yixuan stood up and walked toward her.
Mo Ran couldn’t move back in time; his pace was too fast, and he quickly closed the distance between them.
He pinched her chin, staring at her lips as a terrifying storm brewed in his eyes.
Mo Ran trembled, clueless as to why he was so angry.
“Were you with Tang Song?!” he gritted, his eyes still firmly fixed on her swollen lips, as if he wished he could tear her to pieces.
“Speak up!”
Mo Ran shuddered and nodded, “…How did you know?”
Who could tell her, why, when she wasn’t afraid of heaven or earth, was she only afraid of this man?
“The hotel’s surveillance cameras caught you two running away a long time ago!”