Mr. Gu, Your Replacement Bride Is A Big Shot!

“Hello, Mr.
Chen.
I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Mr.
Gu, you and your wife look like a match made in heaven.” Mr.
Chen’s lips curved up slightly as he retracted his hand with a smile.

Gu Zhou stared unblinkingly into Mr.
Chen’s eyes.
For some reason, he felt that the way Mr.
Chen looked at Nian’er was a little strange.

He couldn’t say the details.
Gu Zhou retracted his hand and reached out to hug Qiao Nian’s waist.
Although Mr.
Chen had already acknowledged that Qiao Nian was his wife, he couldn’t help but want to declare his sovereignty.

Qiao Nian was sensitive enough to sense the war between Gu Zhou and Mr.
Chen.
Her gaze darted between Gu Zhou and Mr.
Chen, and she smiled to break the awkward silence.
“Mr.
Chen, I hope you’ll have fun.
However, after the banquet, I’ve prepared a gift for you.”

Mr.
Chen retracted his gaze from Gu Zhou’s face and his gaze fell on Qiao Nian’s face.
He smiled and said, “Thank you, Mrs.
Gu.”

With that, Mr.
Chen walked towards the display cabinet.

Wherever Mr.
Chen walked, the crowd automatically made way for him.
Everyone’s eyes were filled with respect.
At this moment, Mr.
Chen was like the revered ruler of a country.

Gu Zhou watched as Mr.
Chen left.
He tightened his grip on Qiao Nian’s waist involuntarily and whispered into her ear, “He keeps looking at you.”

When Qiao Nian heard Gu Zhou’s words, she looked up at him and realized that he was jealous.
Smiling, she reminded him, “Mrs.
Gu, do you understand?”

“Some people don’t mean what they say.
In order to let others lower their guard,” Gu Zhou said, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Mr.
Chen is really not a simple person.”

Qiao Nian gave a perfunctory reply.

This time, Mr.
Chen did not come alone.
He even specially brought his personal cutter.

Mr.
Chen walked to a display cabinet and looked at the untrimmed quarry stones inside.
Then, he said, “This one will do.”

Mr.
Chen’s personal cutter hurriedly began to clean the raw stones, preparing to start.

Jiang Chi stood at the stairs on the second floor, holding a glass of red wine.
He looked down at Mr.
Chen on the first floor and clenched his fists involuntarily.