CHAPTER 632: CHAPTER 632: TWO BEAUTIES, ARE YOU FREE TO HAVE A DRINK WITH BROTHER?

While the two women were buying medicine, Gu Moqian and Xi Nanfeng were idly chatting.

"I called Old Ye today. He said his cold is almost better. But from the sound of his voice, his mood still seems a bit low."

Xi Nanfeng said as he casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two, and handed one to Gu Moqian. Yet he was met with a somber refusal, "Quit."

"Quit?" Xi Nanfeng asked in surprise.

"Haven’t touched it in two months," Gu Moqian explained indifferently. "Smoking isn’t good for the baby in Ji Wei’s belly."

As the highest authority in the Gu Group, Gu Moqian dealt with immense pressure, and he would occasionally smoke to relieve stress.

"Old Mo, I have to admit, you’re doing pretty well in your role as a father," Xi Nanfeng teased, though there was a hint of admiration in his tone.

Gu Moqian didn’t have a strong addiction to smoking, but quitting was no easy task for anyone.

Gu Moqian chuckled softly, pausing for a few seconds before picking up where Xi Nanfeng had left off. "Old Ye tends to keep things bottled up. We should invite him out more often. It might improve his mood."

"How about tomorrow? It’s Sunday, the weather seems nice, we could take the yacht out to sea."

"Let’s see how things go."

As soon as Gu Moqian finished speaking, the phone in his pocket started to ring.

His gaze lingered briefly on the caller ID, and he said in a calm voice, "I’ll take this."

Xi Nanfeng nodded.

Gu Moqian quickly stepped away to answer the call.

"What did you find out?" he asked in a low, steady voice.

"Mr. Gu, there’s been an incident..." From the other end of the line in Britain, the informant relayed the events to Gu Moqian one by one.

The more he listened, the darker his expression became. A rare shock rippled through the depths of his jet-black eyes.

His long fingers tightened around the phone bit by bit. When the voice on the other end finished speaking, Gu Moqian’s tone had become hoarse, as if he was suppressing his emotions. "I’ll head there as soon as possible. Keep monitoring everything in secret. Update me immediately if anything changes."

After hanging up, Gu Moqian felt a chill creeping into his limbs.

He forced himself to steady his breathing before returning to his usual composure and walking back.

Xi Nanfeng glanced at him and noticed his face was even paler than before, and his steps seemed unsteady. Xi Nanfeng paused mid-smoke and asked seriously, "Old Mo, what happened?"

In his impression, Gu Moqian rarely showed such vulnerability.

"It’s nothing," Gu Moqian said slowly, his lips barely moving. "Ji Wei and the others haven’t returned yet. Let’s go check on them."

"...Alright."

Xi Nanfeng took a deep drag and crushed the cigarette under his foot, then followed Gu Moqian toward the elevator.

...

Ji Wei and Qin Sixue were waiting for the elevator.

A group of delinquents walked by, laughing and joking.

"Brother Kai, just mentioning your brother’s name scared that pack of security guards silly. They were practically groveling for forgiveness—it was hilarious!"

"Of course! My brother’s the big boss of this mall. Those guards are nothing. They’re not even worthy to carry his shoes. If they really dared to mess with me, I’d make sure they paid for it..."

As he spoke, someone next to Zou Kai patted his shoulder and pointed toward the elevator. "Brother Kai, isn’t that the chick we were messing with earlier? Looks like the violent guy isn’t with her now. Perfect chance!"

Zou Kai turned his gaze in the indicated direction and indeed spotted Qin Sixue. His eyes narrowed dangerously, brimming with malicious intent.

"Let’s go! This time, I’m getting that chick into bed. I’ll make her cry for me!"

With a wave of his hand, his gang of lackeys eagerly followed him.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened.

Ji Wei and Qin Sixue were about to step inside when a figure suddenly moved to block their way.

"Ladies, got time for a drink with me?" Zou Kai propped a hand against the elevator door, his acne-riddled face twisted with a lecherous grin.