Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Chapter 231: One billion, is it enough?_l

Translator: 549690339

Originally, Mrs. Song’s prejudice against Gu Li had diminished a bit due to Gu Li’s help when she fell ill a few days ago. She even planned to postpone any decision about Gu Li and Mo Shiting’s marriage.

However, unexpectedly, after just a few days, Gu Li’s ambition hastily revealed itself. Thus, Mrs. Song’s resentment towards Gu Li intensified even more.

She blamed herself for being too naive!

At her age, she nearly believed that a young girl who brought no end of trouble with her looks truly cared about her grandson.

During the entire journey from the Song Family to the Blue Sky and Blue Sea, Mrs. Song thought things over and over. The more she thought about it, the more she decided she could not allow Gu Li to remain by Mo Shiting’s side. Otherwise, both the Song and Mo families would be ruined.

Gu Li was a vixen capable of causing the downfall of nations!

So, Mrs. Song charged into the dining room without any consideration. Just as Gu Li nodded in greeting, Mrs. Song angrily lifted her cane and without any further delay swung it towards Gu Li.

Gu Li was stunned.

After all, who could’ve imagined that this old lady would just walk in and start beating someone, swinging her cane with a fierce determination, as if she was filled with deep hatred?

The dining room corridor wasn’t wide. Even if Gu Li managed to dodge in time, her left arm was inevitably hit solidly by the cane.

“How dare you dodge?”

Mrs. Song was furious and immediately swung a second time.

This time, Gu Li didn’t dodge. Instead, she quickly extended her hand, grabbing the end of the cane to prevent it from striking her again.

Mrs. Song’s face turned blue with rage. She tried several times to yank the cane from Gu Li’s grip but failed.

“Let go!”

She sternly scolded. Her eyes were sinister, and her face had become grim because of her anger. She was no longer the graceful and elegant woman she usually was. Instead, she resembled the wicked old ladies often depicted on TV.

Gu Li held the cane with one hand. Her tone cold: “Mrs. Song, you started to hit me without any provocation. If I let go, wouldn’t I just be leaving myself open to danger? Do you really think I’m that stupid? And as for your health, you must know better than anyone how fragile it is. I encourage you, don’t let your anger get the best of you. Otherwise, if you have another episode, the consequences would be unthinkable.”

In the end, Gu Li was indeed genuinely advising her.

Although she disliked the old woman, she still hoped that she would take care of her own health.

Reminded by Gu Li’s words, Mrs. Song finally took a deep breath, attempting to calm her agitated emotions: “You let go. I won’t hit you. I came here to talk to you about something.”

After carefully observing her, and seeing that she truly meant her words and was likely not going to hit her again, Gu Li slowly relaxed her grip.

“Humph!”

The old woman reclaimed her cane. She thumped the stick on the floor, glared at Gu Li, and then turned to walk towards the living room.

“Wow…”

Her left arm was becoming more painful. Gu Li gritted her teeth, stretched out her right hand to rub it a few times, and then followed behind.

Sofa area.

Auntie Guan served two cups of hot tea. Before leaving, she glanced at Gu Li worriedly.

Ah, who knows why the old lady came here this time?

If she didn’t approve of such a good granddaughter-in-law, did she expect to ascend to heaven?

After all the servants had left, only the two of them were left in the room.

Mrs. Song sat up straight, her hands clutching the handle of the cane, and got straight to the point: “Tell me your price. How much do you want to divorce Shiting? One hundred million, is that enough?”

Gu Li:

Playing this game again?

Aren’t they tired?

She sighed helplessly in her heart, leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs in a casual manner, and said lazily: “I believe I’ve already answered this question before.”