Forgive My Ex-husband

Chapter 48 An Awkward Conversation

Though she stayed calm and collected, Melinda began her investigation of the evil things Yulia had

done.

She didn't know how to set someone up, but she would do it with real evidence to back her claims.

Back in the Gu's mansion, Nelson sat behind his desk inside the study. He looked at the company's

business reports for the past two months, which made him smile with satisfaction.

Anyway, Jonas wouldn't let him down.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door. Nelson took off his reading glasses, secured the company

records, and stashed them in a small side drawer of his table. Then he took out a book from the nearby

bookshelf.

The hardbound cover was a little yellowish, but Nelson preserved it well. He rubbed the corners of the

book carefully, and then said to the person on the other side of the door in a low voice, "Come in."

When Yulia heard Nelson's voice, she pulled herself together and pushed the door open. Seeing that

Nelson was reading a book, she asked with a pleasing smile, "Grandpa, what are you reading?"

"Nothing interesting. Do you want something from me?"

Nelson held a handbook containing private letters from a long time ago. All these years, he had a habit

of looking over the contents, but he no longer felt any impression bearing those written words.

"Grandpa, I feel much better now. I want to do something to distract myself."

Yulia had been doing well for a long time. To get Nelson's attention, she had been pretending to be ill.

She thought no one would find out, but she did not expect for Melinda to know about it. So at this point,

she stopped pretending.

"Just do whatever it is that you want to do. There's no need to explain it to me. You just need to

remember the rules of our family."

The rich and powerful clans hated those people who did awful things to disgrace their bloodline. In the

Gu family, there were also many rules, although both Jonas and Melinda had broken most of it.

"I know, Grandpa. But I want to start my own business."

Yulia stated her purpose. The essential requirement for starting a business was a startup capital. She

had no funds, so she came to ask help from Nelson.

When Nelson learned that Yulia wanted to develop her own business, he thought it was a good thing. If

something else distracted Yulia's attention, it might be helpful to her illness. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"What are you going to do?"

Nelson asked. He had been involved in the commercial business for many years and had a sharp eye

for opportunities. Although the family was rich enough to let Yulia try even if she failed, he could help

her when he could.

Yulia felt very happy that Nelson cared for her and provided her needs. She thought for a while and

said, "I want to try the fashion industry. Grandpa. I will do my very best."

Nelson told her some insights that needed to be considered and given full attention during the early

stage of the business life cycle. He then asked his secretary to give her money.

Now that she had the cash on hand, she could start executing some of the plans.

When Melinda was about to go out, she ran across Yulia, dressed in a plaid shirt and a tight denim skirt

that highlighted her curvy figure. On the contrary, Melinda wore a plain white T-shirt and slim-fit pants,

which couldn't be more casual.

"Melinda, are you going out?"

"Yes."

Melinda didn't drive by herself, so she often needed a driver to take her everywhere. Yulia had parked

her car beside her, so she opened the door directly and said with a smile, "I'm going out as well. Let me

give you a ride."

Melinda didn't think that Yulia would be so kind, but she couldn't reject her upfront with so many people

watching. Yulia didn't dare to do anything to her anyway, so three seconds later, she hopped into

Yulia's car.

Yulia's car was a red BMW, and the interior decoration and accessories were very girly. Melinda

mentioned her destination and closed her eyes.

Yulia glanced at Melinda, and she wanted to move closer to slap her in the face. Melinda treated Yulia

like a driver, but when she thought of what she would do next, she tried her best to calm herself down.

Girls usually drove slowly. Maybe it had something to do with their mood. Yulia was cautious when

driving, and she was very smooth all the way. Melinda only closed her eyes to rest for a while. She

almost dozed off because of the snail-like speed.

The smooth-running car suddenly stopped on the side of the road. Melinda opened her eyes in an

instant, and the look on Yulia's face was exaggeratedly frightened.

"I'll go down to check what's going on."

Yulia unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car. After a while, she came back and told Melinda

that the car had broken down. The two were still some distance away from the downtown area.

"Honk!"

Just as Melinda pondered what exactly Yulia had planned to do today, a car horn sounded next to her,

and a red sports car thoughtlessly stopped beside Yulia's car.

'The color of this car looked compatible with that of Yulia's,' Melinda thought to herself while the driver

rolled down the window and looked at them.

"Are you in any trouble?"

"Our car broke down,"

Yulia answered. The man opened the door and got out of the car. His clothes were subtle and subdued

but did not fit his nature. In Melinda's opinion, a man's clothing was unreliable, and many times the

character of a person would destroy a gorgeous dress. People and apparel should be complementary

to each other.

The man seemed very enthusiastic. He got off his car to help them inspect the problem and said that

he could repair it. Seeing that the two were both busy, Melinda was too embarrassed to stay inside the

car the entire time. So she got out of the vehicle to help out.

It seemed that Yulia was a good talker. She had a friendly chat with the man, but the man showed more

interest in Melinda, which made her unhappy.

After the fix-up, Melinda wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. The man's clothes

were a little dirty, and Yulia handed him a bottle of water in gratitude.

"Miss Gu, please check if the car will start,"

the man said with a smile. When Yulia went back to the car for inspection, Melinda stayed outside.

Before that, Yulia gave her a bottle of water, but she shook her head. It was better for her not to accept

anything from Yulia.

"My name is Perry Yang. It's nice to meet you,"

the man continued to speak, and Melinda had always been helping him indifferently without saying a

word.

"Melinda Mo."

Since the man had helped them, Melinda concealed her cold face. She directly said her name without

any follow-up.

"Mr. Yang, the car has been repaired. Thank you so much."

Yulia thanked him gratefully. Perry Yang smiled shyly and asked where they were going. Yulia

answered him back, but Melinda kept silent.

Such a typical approach to making conversation made her feel uncomfortable, even disgusted, and she

felt something weird today.

"Melinda, please exchange number with Mr. Yang. He helped us today. We'll invite him to dinner next

time,"

Yulia said before that she would never address her sister-in-law in public, which Melinda had known

long ago. She didn't feel strange, but when she ordered to swap contact information, she refused

inwardly.

"How can I let two beautiful ladies pay the bill? Destiny brought us to meet together. Next time I'll treat

you, and you can't turn my offer down,"

Perry Yang said, trying to make himself smile mildly, but it was a little incoherent. Melinda felt that the

man before her was simply playing the role of a gentleman with all effort.

It turned out to be a bad idea.

"You can exchange your numbers,"

Melinda said. This was personal information, and she hated it the most when someone violated her

privacy.

"It's not a big deal. We can be friends."

Yulia tried to reason with Melinda. To avoid her nagging, they changed their numbers and drove away.

Perry Yang's car trailed them behind in a proper distance. As soon as Melinda arrived in the area

where she could take a taxi, she asked Yulia to drop her and took a taxi to her destination.

She didn't know that after she left, Yulia and Perry Yang talked some more like they had known each

other for a long time.

To find a book, Melinda went to the downtown library. Halfway there, Jonas called and told her that he

would have dinner outside. So she stayed at the library until it was time to leave. The driver that Jonas

arranged had already been waiting for her out for a long time.

That evening, Melinda's cellphone kept vibrating while she took a shower. When she picked up her

phone and was about to browse some short videos, she saw a dozen text messages in her inbox.

If it were one or two calls, then it was definitely from the telecom company or any public number. But

this time, there were more than ten of them. Melinda clicked on her phone and saw the name, Perry

Yang.

Melinda tried her best to recall who he was and finally remembered his face. Then, it seemed that they

were not so familiar with each other. The barrage of text messages was unthinkable.

Out of politeness, Melinda opened the text. It started with a simple greeting. Perry Yang wrote that he

heard from Yulia about Melinda being a writer and that he was a literary lover. Besides, he read many

books that were famous over the past few years, with some understanding.

Looking at the words on the screen, Melinda felt awkward, but Perry Yang didn't know that and kept on

sending her messages.

He expressed his vast interest in literature, but Melinda found a typographical error which he copied

from the internet.

"For the book you mentioned, the writer was not from Y country. He settled in Y country when he

became famous, and he was from F country."

Melinda was silent for a while. When she read the next message, Perry Yang was embarrassed and

said that he had made a mistake.

He then tried his best to improve his literacy, but Melinda ridiculed him. 'Didn't these people know that

we can't trust the internet?'

This kind of awkward conversation made Perry Yang aware that he shouldn't act like he knew better

than the professional like Melinda, and then he stopped struggling with this topic.

Facts had proved that it was unwise to talk with the real experts of the topic since they would

immediately spot your error and mock you.