Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 1967 - 1970: Finale: The Mysterious Admirer 6

Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 1967 - 1970: Finale: The Mysterious Admirer 6

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Chapter 1967: Chapter 1970: Finale: The Mysterious Admirer 6

Chenxing giggled, took the initiative to kiss him and coax him.

"Hubby, your belly can hold a bed, let’s be magnanimous, mwah-mwah, hubby, you’re my most beloved, unwavering for a hundred years." Haha, she was in an indescribably good mood, until an hour later, when she was pitifully lying on the bed, completely spent, she took back her words and her mood turned sour, uh, so tired!

She held onto her man with both hands and fell into a deep sleep!

............

After Chenxing fell asleep, Gu Shaocheng made a call: "Has there been any man interacting with Chenxing lately?"

Fei: "No, there hasn’t been any."

"You still dare to lie to me, who’s been sending her chocolates every day?"

Fei was startled, "This..."

"Why was I never informed? Do you not want to work anymore?" This was intolerable, shouldn’t the people around Chenxing be his confidants? Shouldn’t they report any and every little incident to him? A Hidden Guard who can’t be a confidant isn’t a good Hidden Guard, Gu Shaocheng thought, he should’ve replaced you long ago.

Fei, innocent: "The young madam said that the person sending her chocolates won’t poison her or harm her." So that’s why it wasn’t reported.

"Hmph!" Gu Shaocheng snorted coldly, "Who is it?"

Fei, very frustrated: "Well, I couldn’t find out either. The chocolates were custom-ordered from the young madam’s favorite chocolate shop. I asked the store owner, and they said the order was placed remotely. They don’t know who paid, just that it should be delivered to the university gatekeeper at a certain time."

Again with this routine!!!!!

Gu Shaocheng had reached his limit of tolerance, "From now on, she’s not allowed to receive chocolates anymore!"

He immediately hung up and called Leng Tong: "Within two days, you must find out who has the audacity to flatter my wife. Also, assign more of our people to follow Chenxing, and report to me immediately with any situation, understand?"

Leng Tong accepted the order.

Gu Shaocheng looked at the peacefully sleeping Chenxing, grinding his teeth. This carefree woman surely knows who the mysterious admirer is, and she dares to cover for him in front of me. Just wait until I drag that person out, and then I’ll settle the score with her!

......

At the dinner table, Zun Zun’s demeanor was increasingly reminiscent of a young master from a prestigious family. Even at just six years old, his manners and poise were distinctly noticeable.

Maimai was drinking porridge and looked up, noticing that Daddy wasn’t saying much this morning. Zun Zun looked worried: "Daddy, didn’t you sleep well?"

Gu Shaocheng gave him a faint glance: "What is it?"

"You seem unhappy." Little Zun Zun put down his spoon, concerned about Daddy: "Did something happen?"

"Nothing." Gu Shaocheng smiled faintly, then secretly glared at Chenxing, who pretended not to notice and continued drinking her porridge.

"Daddy, don’t hide things from me, okay? It’s just us two men in the family now, we have to... uh, we have to support everything." He couldn’t remember that idiom.

"Really, it’s nothing. It’s just that lately, there’s been someone who’s oblivious, sending your mommy flowers or chocolates, treating me like I’m invisible!" He had to complain about his wife’s overexcitement in front of his son.

"Oh, you mean that uncle..." Zun Zun stopped mid-sentence, suddenly closed his eyes, then showed a regretful expression. He quickly lowered his head, sneakily glanced at Chenxing’s face, and patted his chest under the table, relieved that Mommy wasn’t angry.

[Haha, can you guess who the mysterious admirer is? Thanks for the votes, let me continue to shout, please vote, waah-waah-waah...]

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