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Spending The Villain's Money - CH 403

Gu Shishi had found that out from Sier, the gossip master, long before now.

It was exchanged for a portion of the Huo’s profits.

It had only been a few days and that gal had already been proudly pratting about it?

“Even you heard about it?”

“Mmhmm! She had given a few sets of skincare products to Zhou Mi and a few others. She also said she wants to take everyone out for lunch this weekend to thank us for showing our care over her surgery.”

Chen Kexin went on and on about it.

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Spending The Villain's Money - CH 402

Apparently Huo Wencheng did not feel the same way.

Gu Wushuang, hearing that he agreed with her, threw her arms around his as though she was feeling touched.

“I don’t know anything, Brother Cheng. If you say this one is good, then I shall listen to you.”

Huo Wencheng nodded. “It is doing just alright but it’s stable. It will provide both you and Aunty a fixed amount of dividend every year in the future. Even if you only have some shared of it, it would be enough to provide the two of you with the kind of security that you need.”

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Spending The Villain's Money - CH 401

Gu Wushuang, on the other hand, let out a bluish sigh. “Sister Shishi, are you just going to give up like that? Are you really okay with a kid who can’t even talk taking away what’s rightfully yours?”

Gu Shishi snickered.

Gu Wushuang was the one who wasn’t okay with that!

This melon was totally not what it started out to be anymore.

It had now turned into an under-the-table warfare over inheritance!

“Sure, why not? I don’t know anything anyway and none of these were mine to begin with. Little Sister Wushuang, you can have all of it.

“Laters~”

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Spending The Villain's Money - CH 400

“I heard that Huo Wencheng beat up your new mom.

“Then you were pushed onto the ground by your new little ma?”

Gu Shishi turned and looked around.

She pulled out a bag of dried orange peels and dates then ran over, bare feet, to the end table and poured herself a glass of lemon water.

Once she had her beverage and snacks ready, she sat back down with her legs crossed.

“Was that really what happened?”

Coming from the other end was suffocating silence.

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