My Dear Mr. Gu

Chapter 7: Why Don’t You Give Me a Demonstration?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Gu Jiaoxue watched Huo Weiwu leave before she flung Wei Yankang’s hand aside and asked sternly, “Kang, tell me honestly… Will you look for another woman after I give birth and become looser down there?”

“Jiaoxue, don’t get angry. The doctor said that you are more prone to miscarriages than most women, so you shouldn’t get agitated,” Wei Yankang comforted her gently.

“How can I not get agitated? The doctor said that I would have to stay in bed for three whole months and avoid vigorous activity. Are you able to keep it in your pants for three months? If you had that kind of restraint, you wouldn’t have approached me even when you were in love with Huo Weiwu! I don’t want to give birth to this child anymore,” Gu Jiaoxue exclaimed furiously.

As she hurried away, she tripped over her own foot and fell to the ground, and bright red blood immediately began to flow out from under her.

Gu Jiaoxue grew frantic. “There’s blood! I’m bleeding. Kang, help me.”

Wei Yankang picked her up and ran toward the emergency room. “Jiaoxue, don’t be afraid. We’re already at the hospital. You’ll be fine.”

Gu Jiaoxue calmed down and glared at Wei Yankang. She then sternly warned him, “I don’t care if I have a miscarriage—I wouldn’t have been able to keep this child in the first place. But did you see how Huo Weiwu shoved me aside just now? She’s the one who induced this miscarriage. Do you understand?”

Wei Yankang gazed at Gu Jiaoxue inquisitively. “Didn’t you trip on your own?”

Gu Jiaoxue smacked Wei Yankang’s chest and said coquettishly, “Don’t forget that we’re not married yet. If you’re still taking your girlfriend’s side, we shouldn’t get married at all. Let’s see how you manage to gain any power without the help of the Gu family.”

Wei Yankang’s face darkened, as did his eyes. He replied, “I understand.”

…

Huo Weiwu got off the operating table. The procedure was convenient and had only taken 20 minutes, but then the doctor gave the aftercare instructions.

“Avoid vigorous exercise for one month. Do not squat in the toilet, and do not spread your legs wide open when you’re standing normally. Do not force yourself if you have constipation. The hymen will be completely healed in two months.”

“Oh, doctor, wasn’t I told that I would recover in one week? I’m getting married soon,” Huo Weiwu asked.

“Who told you that?” the doctor retorted.

Huo Weiwu went silent. “Alright, post-surgery involves some risks, and I have to be careful because I already spent the money. It’s not like I can demand a refund if the hymen doesn’t heal properly…”

…

As Huo Weiwu was walking home deep in thought, she noticed four men dressed fully in black standing at a doorway.

Her bad hunch was confirmed when a middle-aged man stepped forward and said blankly, “Miss Huo, Madam wants to see you.”

Huo Weiwu crossed her arms over her chest and asked casually, “Can I refuse?”

“No,” the man replied. The three strong men behind him suddenly stepped forward, as well.

Huo Weiwu pursed her lips. “The Gu family has certainly adopted a violent style…”

She walked toward their car. “Let’s go.”

…

After driving for an hour, they arrived at the Gu family mansion, where two large, solemn lion statues defended its splendid entrance.

Huo Weiwu followed the leader through the winding garden as they passed several pavilions, lotus ponds, and beam bridges before finally arriving at the entrance of the main house.

Standing at the door were six maids in cyan uniforms and another six domestic servants clad in black attire. They stood there with their heads bowed, creating a solemn atmosphere.

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“Get on your knees!” a stern female voice rang out.

Huo Weiwu’s gaze was drawn to the main hall.

Gu Haoting’s mother, Cai Ya, was sitting on a traditional Chinese chair in the middle of the hall with her sharp eyes coldly and resolutely fixed on Huo Weiwu.

Fortunately, Huo Weiwu was asked to kneel instead of squat. If it had been the latter, her reconstructive surgery would have been in vain.

Huo Weiwu then smiled. “I don’t know how to get on my knees. Why don’t you give me a demonstration?”