C97 Consent that has to be agreed

This time, Ying Yue had nothing to say. She was a strong woman, but after being strong, she was still a woman. Regardless of what she thought of, Old Man Gu was the most influential person in her husband's family.

Furthermore, her silence at this moment was mostly because she didn't want Gu Lin to be troubled.

If he didn't want to make things difficult for Gu Lin, then that would mean that he would have to endure pressure and difficulties that were twice or even several times more difficult to imagine.

But as long as Gu Lin returned.

At one in the morning, Gu Lin rushed home as if he was worn out by the wind. Just as he put down his key, before he could even call out 'Yue Yue', he saw his wife, who was already asleep on the sofa under the warm yellow light.

At this moment, all of his worries had turned into tenderness, all of his guilt into endless words of love, all of his anxiety had turned into the most thumping and urgent emotions, and at this moment, Gu Lin truly felt that this was his wife.

No matter how late he came back, he would leave a light for his wife.

His wife, Yingyue.

Gu Lin's slender fingers gently caressed her soft long hair, and his gentle breath accompanied with the fragrance landed on his face. A peaceful woman's sleeping appearance was spread out in front of him, and he seemed to be holding a beautiful piece of jade.

The man took off his jacket. Just as he was about to carry the person on the sofa into the bedroom, he felt someone tugging at his sleeve from behind. When he turned around, Ying Yue had already woken up.

"Yue Yue … "You're awake," Gu Lin maintained the posture of turning around, but Ying Yue was unable to control her impulsive mood. This was the first time in her life that she had learned to live as long as a year.

"Gu Lin," Ying Yue stood up and hugged her, saying with a choked voice, "You're finally back. You're finally back …"

Gu Lin turned his head slightly and hugged the person leaning on his shoulder. A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he softly said, "I've returned. I've returned for you."

"Yue Yue," Gu Lin held her hands and placed her back on the sofa, then explained while staring seriously into her eyes, "I know that once that piece of news spreads throughout the country, the media will definitely link Gao Wenhan's suicide with me. When I couldn't find it on the phone, when even Lin Chuchu didn't know where you had gone to, I knew that I had to rush back overnight to explain everything to you."

Hearing Gu Lin's words, Ying Yue lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake. It wasn't that she had done anything wrong with her response, it was just that she had made the usual reaction of a wife. However, Ying Yue and Gu Lin were the same.

This kind of reaction and the impulse just now had already showed how much she cared about Gu Lin, or perhaps it was because she really cared about something.

He couldn't wait to get on the train that took love as the starting point for this marriage. He got on the train that only happened once in his life.

The DO seat, I can't go back.

As for Gu Lin, as he had always said, he would become a good husband, a responsible husband.

Gu Lin told Ying Yue that as he was finishing his journey in France, Gao Wenhan's assistant suddenly called. Gu Lin knew that Gao Wenhan's assistant was calling him as well.

"The people from the Marguerite are very tough," Gu Lin leaned on the sofa and shook his head. "Even if Gao Wenhan agreed to take compensation for her unpaid work within the next five years, they are still unwilling to let go. Gao Wenhan also understood that once she was sued by the Marguerite for unilaterally terminating the contract, it would also mean that her modeling career would come to an end."

"When I went over there to make my last attempt at reconciliation, Gao Wenhan was finally unable to resist the pressure and cut his wrist off to commit suicide."

It was not as if Ying Yue could not sense the intention behind Gao Wenhan's actions. She had nowhere to go; the extreme method that she had used to deal with Dong Jiajia had been slowly reminding her of Gu Lin's guilt and unforgettable guilt towards Dong Jiajia. However, she was no longer in G City, so this kind of map would eventually fall onto her.

The price of blood, in exchange for such misaligned gentle mapping.

Furthermore, Ying Yue was even more clear that Old Man Gu's visit today, and his refusal to allow himself to stop Gu Lin from helping Gao Wenhan in his lawsuit, was like an invisible shackle binding her hands and feet. Ying Yue was also clear that if she were to do the opposite, not only would Old Man Gu's prejudice towards her be deepened, it would also cause Gu Lin's relationship with his wife to be at odds.

Even if Gu Lin hadn't said it, Ying Yue was very clear that if she could do something to help Gao Wenhan commit suicide, she would more or less be able to comfort him from his guilt and regret over Dong Jiajia's failure to do anything.

The power of recollection was immense and not to be ignored. Ying Yue understood that Gao Wenhan understood even more clearly that if she did, she would not have taken such an extreme approach.

After being a reporter for so many years, it wasn't hard for Ying Yue to realize that after this huge contract and suicide incident, she had either the support of Old Man Gu or his tacit consent.

If she opposes it, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad.

At the same time, this was an agreement that she had no choice but to agree to despite knowing that someone was forcing her to do so. The only thing that Ying Yue definitely held in this storm was trust in Gu Lin.

"Gu Lin," Ying Yue pondered for a long time before finally raising her head. She smiled reluctantly and said, "I agree that you should go to Milan to help Gao Wenhan fight in this lawsuit. The reason why I agree is not because of her, but you."

When Gu Lin heard this, a trace of gratitude and tacit understanding appeared in his warm eyes. Ying Yue had helped him. All he could do was to not let down this chance.

Gu Lin went closer and cupped the woman's small face with his slightly cold, empathetic hands. The gentle warmth flowed through his fingertips and into his heart. There was a saying, "With a wife like this, what else could one desire?"

"Thank you," Gu Lin nodded. His lips were trembling from the complicated feelings he had.

This time, Ying Yue didn't allow Gu Lin to hug her, but instead took the initiative to hug him, lightly patting his back and pressing herself against his shoulder. Feeling the scent that she hadn't smelled for a long time, Ying Yue closed her eyes once again, trying her best to tell herself that she was right this time, that Gu Lin would absolutely not disappoint her, and that Gu Lin, who had always assured her, would never disappoint her.

However, the worry in his heart slowly seeped out from the gap, he just felt that something was going to happen.

[What is going to happen?]

With regards to such worries, Ying Yue was more willing to believe in Gu Lin.