Chapter 1193: Scheduled Married Life

It’s often said that proximity lends advantage, and now Mu Anhan can’t go to work at the company. If Zhong Qiaoli goes, who knows what new tricks she might use to seduce Gu Xiaozhan!

Gu Xiaozhan noticed her pouting, "Han Han doesn’t trust me?"

"It’s not that I don’t trust you! I just feel uncomfortable with the way you handled it," Mu Anhan said directly.

"Alright then, next time I’ll just refuse her," Gu Xiaozhan was still very considerate of her.

Mu Anhan felt a surge of frustration inside.

This man would never pamper her like he used to!

She got out of the car first, striding away.

Gu Xiaozhan watched her silhouette, what a tantrum she’s throwing!

Mu Anhan felt that Gu Xiaozhan had really changed.

He had become so unfamiliar.

He was gentlemanly, polite, no longer obsessive or irritable, and very humble in his interactions.

But why did Mu Anhan feel so disappointed?

Was it because he was no longer the Gu Xiaozhan he used to be?

Gu Xiaozhan spent the afternoon in the study.

It wasn’t until evening that he returned to the bedroom.

Mu Anhan was watching her tablet and didn’t plan to pay attention to him.

"Han Han, are you still angry?"

Mu Anhan reached out and hugged his head, "I’m sorry, Xiao Zhan, it’s my fault..."

She knew very well that he had suffered a head injury, how could she still be angry?

"I shouldn’t demand so much. You’re so outstanding, and it’s normal for many women to like and want to provoke you. It’s just me being too petty." Mu Anhan said softly.

Gu Xiaozhan didn’t speak, just listened to her talking to herself.

"I just want to have you all to myself, only wish you could be the father to my children, and only want you as my husband," Mu Anhan laughed bitterly.

But she never expected that with his changes, some things she liked, but some things, she didn’t.

Gu Xiaozhan patted her back: "Is it because I didn’t explicitly reject her that you feel insecure? It won’t happen again, okay?"

Mu Anhan stepped back a little, holding his handsome face, examining him very carefully.

He was still Gu Xiaozhan, but somehow seemed to not quite be Gu Xiaozhan.

"Xiao Zhan, do you dislike how fickle I am?" she choked up a bit.

She didn’t know why that daring and carefree Mu Anhan from the past had vanished.

"How could I?" Gu Xiaozhan patted her shoulder, "You’re my wife, the mother of my children. I won’t dislike you. Come on, let’s sleep early!"

She lay down with him.

The two were like a long-married couple, lying on the same bed, but without the feeling of intense passion.

She reached out, pretending to be casual, touching his pectoral muscles, then landing on his abdominal muscles.

But this man seemed serenely detached, like an emotionless machine, with no desire to express anything about her closeness.

"What day is it today?" Gu Xiaozhan asked her.

"It’s Sunday," Mu Anhan was puzzled.

Gu Xiaozhan nodded, "Yesterday, being Saturday, we were intimate. Next time will be Tuesday or Wednesday."

Mu Anhan was stunned.

This man spoke completely business-like, lacking any warmth.

When she was with him, wasn’t the most intimate time supposed to be whenever they wanted?

Why schedule it for Tuesday and Saturday? Do couples really need to set dates?

"Xiao Zhan, are you serious?" She seemed to not believe her ears.