Rebirth: Mr. Fu will not cancel the engagement this time

Gu Jinhe raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "You dare to acknowledge a relative who wants to kill you like this? I don't dare to accept him."

Gu Jinhe then said, "Murong Qingxuan, how about we make a bet?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Murong Qingxuan's eyes: "Gu Jinhe, what are you planning now?"

Gu Jinhe: "I'm already here, what else can I do?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to do anything to fulfill my bet. You just need to wait."

Murong Qingxuan was a little confused: "Waiting for what?"

Gu Jinhe curled the corners of his lips: "I see that you really want to recognize the Yang family as a relative, so I sent you a message for free. I guess Yang Xiu is on the way now, right?"

Murong Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "What did you do?"

Gu Jinhe: "What can I do? I didn't do anything. Didn't I just tell you?"

"I just informed Yang Xiu that you and I are here."

But every time Murong Qingxuan was with Gu Jinhe, he would get hurt, and he almost died at the hands of Gu Jinrong the first time he was ambushed.

Although Gu Jinhe saved Murong Qingxuan's life the second time, he crippled his limbs, making him a disabled person.

If it happens again, it would probably be the end of Murong Qingxuan's life.

As Murong Qingxuan's mother, how could Yang Xiu not come?

Since she still cares about her son, she probably doesn't want to see him die so early, right?

Especially, he died at the hands of Gu Jinhe.

Murong Qingxuan frowned: "Gu Jinhe, what do you want to do?"

Gu Jinhe said in a calm tone: "Let's make a bet. We bet that Yang Xiu cares about your life or death, and she will come to find you."

Murong Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then his heart sank. When he first found out that Yang Xiu was his mother, he couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that his mother was still alive.

And this person turned out to be a member of the Yang family.

The Yang family, who regarded the Murong family as their lifelong enemies.

Just as Gu Jinhe said, if it were him, he would definitely hate this family to the core and would want to get rid of them as soon as possible.

But this family happened to be his family, and the person who hated his family was his mother.

Murong Qingxuan had a question in his mind: if she hated the Murong family so much, why did she give birth to a child from the Murong family?

She gave birth to him, but didn't want him. She threw him to the Murong family and ignored him, as if he were really dead. She never came to see him.

If Gu Jinhe hadn't told him the truth, he would probably never know in his life that Yang Xiu was his mother.

And there must be someone in the Murong family who knows about this, my father, grandfather, and even Murong Tian may know.

But everyone kept it a secret from him and told him since he was a child that his mother had passed away.

Ever since he could remember, Murong Qingxuan knew that he was a child without a mother.

But nearly thirty years later, someone suddenly told him that he still had a mother and that his mother was not dead.

I just don't want him anymore.

Murong Qingxuan's eyes were gloomy: "Gu Jinhe, why do you think she will come to me?"

Of course it’s because Murong Qingxuan is now the direct descendant of the Murong family with the character Qing in his name!

Gu Jinhe smiled faintly and said nothing. She stood quietly on the path under the moonlight, and the expression on her face was unclear.

But at this time Murong Qingxuan's patience had run out, and he turned his head to look at his subordinates behind him.

His subordinates immediately raised their guns, and the black muzzles were pointed at Gu Jinhe.

Gu Jinhe seemed to sense the approaching danger, but she did not dodge. Instead, she stood firmly where she was without moving.

Seeing this, Murong Qingxuan snorted coldly and ordered: "Shoot!"

"boom--!"

A bullet pierced through the darkness and instantly hit Gu Jinhe's shoulder!

Gu Jinhe groaned and gritted his teeth to endure the tearing pain in his shoulder.

Gu Jinhe stretched out her hand to press her injured shoulder, blood dripping from the gaps between her fingers. She looked up at the figure above and said, "Murong Qingxuan, look, I'm standing here. You can shoot at me at will, but I can't hurt you."

When Murong Qingxuan saw Gu Jinhe was injured, his expression gradually became excited. He thought for a while, then said, "Then I'll bet with you this time."

Gu Jinhe took a deep breath. Her face gradually turned pale due to blood loss and pain, but she stood there without saying a word. If it weren't for the blood all over her arm, no one would have thought that she was shot.

Murong Qingxuan seemed to be provoked by this bet for some reason, and he said, "Gu Jinhe, what if she doesn't come?"

Gu Jinhe: "If she doesn't come, I give up."

Murong Qingxuan: "You admit defeat, what can I do?"

Gu Jinhe said in a deep voice: "It's up to you."

Murong Qingxuan sneered: "Aren't you at my disposal now?"

"Gu Jinhe, you are not qualified to negotiate with me."

Gu Jinhe: "I'm not negotiating with you, I'm just stating the facts. If Yang Xiu doesn't come, I'll admit defeat and it's up to you. But if she comes..."

Murong Qingxuan said in a hoarse voice: "She is here, what do you do?"

Gu Jinhe raised his eyebrows slightly: "If Yang Xiu comes, it proves that you are very important in her heart."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over here when he heard that Murong Qingxuan and Gu Jinhe were together.

It is because it is important that we care about it.

A hint of darkness flashed across Murong Qingxuan's brows, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "It has been thirty years, and I haven't seen her once."

If she really cared about him, how could she bear not to visit her son for thirty years?

Therefore, Murong Qingxuan was skeptical about Gu Jinhe's words.

But fortunately, Gu Jinhe is now in his hands, and it would be easy for him to destroy her.

So, he didn't mind making this bet with Gu Jinhe.

Because Murong Qingxuan was also very curious whether Yang Xiu would come.

Murong Qingxuan: "Since it is a bet, there must be a stake. You bet on your life or death, and I bet on taking your life later."

Gu Jinhe's eyes were cold. To be honest, Murong Qingxuan's bet was not convincing at all.

Gu Jinhe felt that if today was her 28th birthday, then tonight would definitely be the day of her death.

Murong Qingxuan would never wait for even one more second.

Judging from his current hatred towards Gu Jinhe, he would want to tear Gu Jinhe's tendons and bones apart, but it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

But no matter whether Murong Qingxuan's bet was true or false, Gu Jinhe did not refute it because it was meaningless.

The sky was full of twinkling stars and a full moon was overhead. Time passed by minute by minute, and the person above stood there without moving or making a sound.

Gu Jinhe, who was standing on the path, did not move. Her hand was always on her injured shoulder. Not only was her face pale, but even her lips were pale.