Possessive & Addicted: The CEO Could Never Let Her Go

In the end, who knows what got into Gu Xiaozhan?

He still carried her back to the bedroom.

He refused to do it in the dining room; it was like he’d become a different person, all stiff and proper.

Of course, Mu Anhan didn’t get mad.

She only teased him about it afterward—once this man changes, he becomes really scary.

It was like she could control him in everything.

And he only pampered her that one time, dressing it up as ”rest and recovery, no overindulgence.”

It left Mu Anhan laughing for a full hour.

”Han Han, is it really that funny?” Afterward, the man picked up a book to read.

He wasn’t working overtime tonight; after dinner, the two of them went back to the bedroom to cuddle.

Now neither of them was sleepy, and she just kept making fun of him.

Mu Anhan’s brows and eyes curved with her smile: ”I’m going to write a diary, and when your memory comes back, I’m going to show it to you.”

It was too interesting!

This kind of contrast-cute was just too adorable.

She went to the study, got her laptop, sat down at the desk, and started typing out what happened tonight.

April 1st, Thursday, clear skies.

Today is April Fool’s Day in the West. After Dad’s transplant surgery his recovery has been pretty good. Xiao Zhan and I ate steak, drank red wine, and then he didn’t want to stay in the dining room, so we moved things to the bedroom...

Just as she finished writing the diary, a message popped up in the family group.

The eight Mu Family siblings have a Mu Family group chat, of course without the old Mu Family patriarch.

Mu Chaoneng: [I don’t get any days off for Qingming this year, so I can’t come to pay respects to Mom. I’ll have to trouble my younger brothers and sisters.]

Mu Chaohuan was still busy up in space, so he didn’t say anything in the group.

Mu Shaochen: [Don’t worry, Big Brother. All of us in the Imperial City remember Mom!]

Mu Shaohong: [I’m abroad. I’ll leave it to my brothers and sisters to handle.]

Mu Shaohan: [I’ll make some time to go too.]

Neither Mu Shaojie nor Mu Anye had come online.

Mu Anhan: [I’ll take care of preparing everything! Whoever’s free can arrange a time and we’ll go together.]

She even specially tagged Sixth Brother and Seventh Brother.

On Qingming Festival.

Gu Xiaozhan went with Mu Anhan; the Mu Family brothers were all still unmarried, and everyone who was free came.

Mu Anhan offered flowers, Mu Shaochen poured wine, and they all stood together in front of the tombstone.

An old man with graying hair, leaning on a cane, had also come to pay his respects.

He looked at his sons and daughters, all grown into adults, yet not one of them was willing to acknowledge him.

Everyone looked at him together, their faces uniformly cold.

”You still have the nerve to come visit our mom?” Mu Anhan let out a cold laugh.

Hadn’t he flown off happily with his new wife long ago, having children and living his life? How could he still remember he once had a wife of many years named Miao Yusi?

Mu Zhendong’s voice sounded a bit aged: ”I come to see her every year.”

”If that’s true, then why did you remarry and have kids again so fast?” Mu Anhan pressed him.

Mu Zhendong: ”...”

”Han Han, don’t argue here. Let’s go back first.” Gu Xiaozhan held her small hand.

The Mu Family brothers also tried to talk her down: ”Let’s go.”

They all left together, leaving only Mu Zhendong standing alone and desolate in front of Miao Yusi’s grave.

On the drive back, Gu Xiaozhan noticed Mu Anhan still pouting in anger.

”Enough, your health comes first. Don’t let yourself get worked up over your father. Him marrying again and having more children is only human nature.”

Mu Anhan turned and glared at him. ”Are all men like that? The wife who shared his pillow risks her life to bear his children, and when she’s gone, he turns around and marries someone else? There are always new smiles, but who ever hears the old ones crying?”

Gu Xiaozhan soothed her: ”Han Han, the dead are already gone, but the living still have to go on...”