You Owe Me, My Love

You Owe Me, My Love Chapter 206



You Owe Me, My Love Chapter 206

“What?” Bai Rong narrowed her eyes at Gu Mingchen.

Wow. This man is really good at hiding his emotions. Doesn’t he feel guilty at all about spending the night with another woman? Or did he think that it’s normal for someone high and mighty like him to be surrounded by women all the time, and he’s merely being generous to them?

I don’t understand him. I can’t even read his mind, and he had never let me in. In fact, he didn’t even shed a tear when I nearly died. Yet, he wailed for that woman and even kissed her cheek. But… whatever!

“It’s nothing. Something happened recently, so I’m in a bad mood. I hope it won’t affect you,” she added smilingly.

Gu Mingchen frowned. “Do you have to be so sarcastic with me? We are husband and wife.”

“Well, you may not know me as well as you think. I’ve always been weird, indifferent, and acrimonious to others. Aren’t you already aware of this when we first met? It’s not too late if you want a divorce since the Civil Affairs Bureau hasn’t recorded our data,” said Bai Rong lazily.

“Oh, you want a divorce?” He raised his voice.

She felt that it was funny and laughed aloud. You’re wrong! You’re the one who actually wants a divorce! Oh, whatever. I don’t care. I only want to be free.

She side-eyed him.

“We’ll talk after the meeting,” demanded Gu Mingchen with a grave expression while gripping the steering wheel tightly until his fingertips turned pale.

She gave him an emotionless stare. Are you mad at my arrogance or your own mistakes? Honestly, you have no right to be furious at all. Also, we’ll talk after the meeting? Are you afraid that I won’t work for you anymore after the divorce?

“Don’t worry. I always draw the line between work and personal affairs.”

He pursed his lips and remained silent. Not long after, they reached his place.

Bai Rong got off and turned around to look at him.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and she caught his panicking look when he glanced at her.

The woman’s lips curved slightly upwards. Then, she turned around and headed to the room.

Meanwhile, Gu Mingchen walked outside to answer it. “Hailan, what’s wrong?”

“Mingchen, I’m terrified. Where are you?” Zhou Hailan wailed.

“I’m busy now; I’ll send someone over later.”

“Are you leaving me? I know I don’t deserve you now that I’m so ugly. Aaahh—get away from me! Aaargh—” she screamed frantically.

When he heard the crashing sounds on her side, she had already hung up.

He frowned and looked at his room.

Bai Rong was standing at the window and smirked at him when she saw all his worry and tenderness while talking to that woman.

At that point, a flicker of guilt flashed across Gu Mingchen’s eyes.

Afterward, she closed the curtains, took out two marriage certificates from the nightstand, and grinned delightfully.

“Idiot,” she softly said. She tore off both certificates, threw them in the toilet bowl, and flushed them away, finally at peace. It’s good that I’m neither in the position to blame him nor be miserable anymore. Which is good.

Subsequently, Gu Mingchen entered as soon as she came out of the bathroom.

“Well, I have arranged the meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I’m heading out to attend to some matters,” he said while his eyes flickered.

She smiled. “Are you coming back tonight?”

“Yeah. I’ll be late, though,” he replied

“Give me five more minutes. Do you know where I was yesterday?”

He was silent for a while. “Even though we are married, you still have your freedom. I believe you won’t cross the line.”

“Freedom.” Bai Rong nodded. Well said, Gu Mingchen. You mean I should give you freedom as your wife as well.

“I was in Room 2110 of Interstellar Hotel in Jazona around 9 p.m. last night. You may not know where the room is. For your information, it’s opposite room 2108,” she jeered derisively.

Upon hearing that, he looked confounded.

“I was at the entrance of Second People’s Hospital at about 10:30 that morning. Were you there at that time?” she continued.

“Did you followed me?” Gu Mingchen’s brows furrowed, and he looked at her in disbelief.

She scoffed silently. I won’t put it that way, but whatever.

“So, who’s the woman?” Bai Rong asked curiously.

“It’s not what you think of Hailan and me,” he explained.

“Oh, she isn’t dead.” She finally understood why. It was because his beloved woman had returned.

Although I’m no longer married to him, I still feel stabbed in the heart. My feelings for him are real, and I’ve waited for him for more than three years. Furthermore, I sincerely wanted to marry him. Well, I’ll just suffer one last time.

Her tears fell uncontrollably.

Gu Mingchen scowled. “We didn’t do anything last night. She fainted and had very serious psychophobia. Then, she even cut herself with a knife early in the morning, so I sent her to the hospital.”

Bai Rong shed tears quietly. I collapsed too and had a severe mental illness and was injured. But I was left alone while you were with her.

“Gu Mingchen, I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can still live a good life without you. But she needs you to survive. Take care of her. Nonetheless, I will never, ever forgive you.” Bai Rong picked up the suitcase, opened it, and stuffed her clothes inside.

He immediately tugged at her arms as soon as she tried to leave.

His strength tore open her wounds, and she could feel the warm liquid running down her skin. Fortunately, her dark-colored clothing concealed the bloodstains.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you talking about? I’m responsible for her as she is in this state because of me. It’s not what you think,” explained Gu Mingchen anxiously.

She cursed bitterly in her heart. Zhou Hailan got sick because of you? What about me, then? I became mentally ill because I was stubborn and irrational, so I deserve to suffer!

Bai Rong’s hatred toward him exploded. “Yeah, right. You’re Mr. Responsibility, aren’t you? The reason why you’re in my life is that you raped me! I don’t need you and our child don’t need you too!”


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