Chapter 8 Unexpected Blocker
I thought after that humiliation, Gu Qingqing would finally give up on Shen Zhiye.
Instead, she only tried harder.
She fawned over him, schemed endlessly.
It annoyed Shen Zhiye so much he threw fifty million into rushing the wedding-house renovation and called his father ten times a day to move up the wedding date.
Eventually Gu Qingqing ran out of moves on him and turned her attention to me.
“Gu Jiao, if Shen Zhiye finds out you’ve been involved with some random guy, do you think he’ll still want you?”
I was completely confused.
I’d been single for twenty-three years. The moment I returned to the Gu family, I was packaged off into this engagement. What random guy?
I had no idea what trick she was planning next.
Until, on the way to pick wedding items with Shen Zhiye, a familiar figure blocked our car.
Bright yellow dyed hair, dark skin, narrow eyes.
It was Zhao Weiye.
“Gu Jiao! I finally found you!”
The second he saw me, his face flushed with excitement. His rough hand reached for my arm.
“How have the Gus treated you? I was so worried!”
Before he could touch my sleeve, Shen Zhiye swiftly pulled me behind him.
“Gu Jiao, who is he? We grew up together as childhood sweethearts—have you changed your mind?”
He glared at Shen Zhiye, eyes wide like he was staring at a home-wrecker.
His shoulders shook with feigned disbelief.
Afraid of a misunderstanding, I gripped Shen Zhiye’s hand tightly.
“His name is Zhao Weiye. He was my foster parents’ neighbor in the countryside. We did grow up together.”
Shen Zhiye’s expression stayed neutral. He just nodded faintly.
But Zhao Weiye kept shouting.
“Gu Jiao, what do you mean ‘neighbor’? We almost got engaged! Now that you’ve climbed a higher branch, you want to kick me away?”
I started to step forward to argue, but Shen Zhiye gently pressed my shoulder.
He patted my back soothingly. His eyes on me were warm and reassuring.
The moment he turned to Zhao Weiye, though, they turned ice-cold.
“Almost engaged means not engaged.”
He straightened his cuff slowly, then looked down at me with open possessiveness.
“Even if you had been engaged, marriages can end in divorce.
“Besides—she is now my rightful fiancée.”
He regarded Zhao Weiye from above, gaze contemptuous, carrying the natural pressure of someone born to power.
“I assume you’ve heard my name, Shen Zhiye. Care to test my methods?”
Zhao Weiye, who had never left the countryside, withered instantly under that pressure.
He slunk away, but his eyes still glinted with calculation and resentment.