After a long silence, He Qimo slowly exhaled three words, "Is it true?" Gu Zixuan’s emotions were completely ignited at this moment. With an angry reprimand, she spoke in a voice suppressed to the extreme yet trembling, "So, you believe it, don’t you?" The frigid voice made He Qimo instantly realize that Gu Zixuan was just framing him. With his eyes slightly trembling, he quickly raised his eyes and said, "Zixuan, I..." In a moment, Gu Zixuan chuckled, looking at the figure below. She truly had never felt more amused yet heartbroken than now. Pacing back and forth along the balcony, until finally, she voiced her confusion, "Since you believe it, what result do you think we can talk about? It’s nothing more than a few words leading to another fight, isn’t it?" He Qimo couldn’t speak, "..." Gu Zixuan laughed more sarcastically, "He Qimo? I don’t know what I did that made you think of me this way, for so many years! But when I married you, were the vows you made in the church all false? You said you would always trust me, protect me, was that all false! You say you did nothing wrong, honestly, looking at the past, do I suspect you? But even so, I never made a fuss with you, right? Again and again, I tolerated your tangled social connections!" "Even when I was upset about you buying a car for Shen Jian妮, it was your so-called ’cheat’ husband who advised me to think it over. Even though you never bought me anything, giving me a card was like giving me everything in disguise. When I was embarrassed by Zhou Xiao, it was your so-called ’cheat’ husband who consoled me. If you knew, you might not see Zhou Xiao trouble me. Finally, when you misunderstood me, it was still your so-called ’cheat’ husband who helped me in my most difficult time, saving you, me, and Junsheng from losing billions! He Qimo, I don’t know why you are so concerned, but if you hadn’t been spoiled by your mother hitting me, maybe they would never have had any intersection with me, you know!" Gu Zixuan’s voice trembled, with a hint of sobbing. Downstairs, He Qimo watched from a distance, and, in an instant, a layer of mist formed in his pitch-black eyes. His voice also started trembling, unable to utter a word. For a long time, the silent silence lingered between them until Gu Zixuan ran her fingers through her scalp, pushing all her hair behind her head, with slightly reddened tears glistening, she said, "So, let’s leave it at this. I have done too much for you in my life, even wasting my most beautiful eight years maintaining a reputation as a living widow for you. Now, I no longer want to persist. Since it has come to this, let it continue, from now on, whether I sleep with Yu Yuanshen or Feng Chengjin, remember, it was you who forced me..." With that, Gu Zixuan hung up the phone with a snap. The tone of exhaustion, the attitude of giving up, made He Qimo’s eyes tremble in waves. Gu Zixuan turned around and started crying uncontrollably, tears flowing like rain. The sobbing made Yu Yuanshen, who was standing by the living room wall watching, look at her with serene eyes, showing his distress. Gu Zixuan walked in crying, paused for a moment, and thrown into Yu Yuanshen’s open arms, she began to cry bitterly. Yu Yuanshen raised his hand to wrap around her shoulders, gently comforting her. The silhouettes of the two projected down from the high-rise glass, He Qimo watched quietly, his deep, ink-colored eyes filled with silent tears. In the car, Liang Xi listened painfully to the cries leaking from the phone, then watched as He Qimo clutched at his stomach, his face turning pale, nervously jumping out of the car and running quickly, "Mr. He, Mr. He, what’s wrong?" He Qimo was in so much pain he couldn’t speak, and after being helped into the car by Liang Xu, he was soon drenched in cold sweat. Liang Xi couldn’t figure out what to do in his hurry, fruitlessly calling the hospital on one side and the public relations department on the other. Unfortunately, at this moment, everyone in the public relations department was busy solving Mrs. He’s "cheating" case and Shen Jian妮’s "assaulting a reporter" case. The PR department manager drank with several magazine editors until he knew nothing. Several calls went unanswered. Thinking of the problematic household, which might still put this on Mrs. He’s head, Liang Xi couldn’t call. Thinking of Zhou Xiao, thinking of Shen Jian妮, Liang Xi couldn’t call any of them! Finally, Liang Xi paused and slowly dialed a number from his phone. "Hello?" A soft female voice sounded. Liang Xi spoke apologetically, "Miss Shiman, the president’s stomachache has relapsed again, could you come to Zhenghe Hospital?" In his painful consciousness, He Qimo wanted to say, don’t call her. Yet he couldn’t utter a single word, the rapid stomach spasms almost sapped all his strength, he clenched tightly the two documents he had been holding, and finally, after his knuckles turned slightly white, he fainted from the pain. The documents slipped off his knees. After making the call, Liang Xi looked at the contents of the files, his eyes instantly moistening. On one of the documents, it read, "Regarding Comrade Gu Qingfeng’s Disciplinary Actions." The other was the division of property, including a "self-confession divorce review." The equity, 70% to Gu Zixuan, all the real estate, vehicles, and estates under the He Family’s name, entirely to Gu Zixuan, he... left only the necessary living basics for the family, everything else, went out with nothing. Inside the Jinyue Zijing Mansion. When Gu Zixuan had cried enough, the first thing she did was lower her head and glance downwards. Thinking about the answer she had never received in these eight years, and now, He Qimo was truly becoming more and more silent, unwilling to even give her an explanation after her anger subsided, leaving just a word. Get full chapters from novel·fire.net In an instant, her eyes reddened again. Yu Yuanshen followed her line of sight downwards and looked at her downcast emotions, faintly sighing in his heart. Even if the person Gu Zixuan fell in love with wasn’t He Qimo, they’ve lived together for eight years. In such a long time, perhaps familial affection has long become deeper than love, right? It’s just that He Qimo drew a circle for himself, trapping both him and Zixuan, unable to see through this relationship, thus hurting both sides, destroying himself and all possible happiness. In the deep night, she fell asleep. Sitting by the bedside, Yu Yuanshen gazed at the not-so-peacefully sleeping Gu Zixuan, a shallow ache in his heart. She had grown up in a greenhouse almost since childhood, never having faced any storms. Everyone thought her character was caring and kind, growing up to be someone people were reluctant to hurt, holding her gently in their palms. Unexpectedly, the world is unpredictable... He raised his hand, gently touching her delicate cheek, and when he saw her slightly frown. Yu Yuanshen quickly withdrew his fingertips, not daring to move again. The night was deep and long. Even though he felt, at this very crucial time, it might not be good for him to stay at Yu Wei’s place. Yet he still wanted to look at her more, 10 minutes would do, 5 minutes would do, even 1 minute would do. So Yu Yuanshen sat quietly beside, accompanying her. Until he recalled many things, eventually unable to resist thinking of the instigator who started Gu Zixuan’s entire tragic marriage life. Feng Chengjin—if it weren’t for this bastard, perhaps with Zixuan’s temperament, being with He Qimo, she might have been happy, right? As he folded his arms, Yu Yuanshen couldn’t help but ponder. But, what is this bastard doing now? Pinghu District, suburban area. The vast Feng’s Villa district. In the Mediterranean-style living room on the first floor, Feng Yuxi stared extremely bored at Feng Chengjin. Finally, after being KO’d for the Nth time in the game, Feng Yuxi couldn’t help but become agitated, "Uncle! Can’t we stop playing games? Playing video games all night, is it fun?" Ever since returning from socializing, Feng Chengjin had conscripted Feng Yuxi, calling him over from the old house. Before coming, Feng Yuxi was quite happy, after all, compared to the old house’s rigid boredom, where he couldn’t smoke and had to read books, read newspapers, and learn knowledge that made him feel like dying. Coming to Uncle’s place allowed him to have many luxury cars to race in the villa area, plus red wine and gourmet food to enjoy, not bad. However, he never expected it to be such a strange style! Feng Chengjin looked up from the game console, dressed now in comfortable homewear, in shades of ash gray, and sitting on the sofa with a noble posture that made him exude a royal-like dignity no matter what he did. His posture was lazy, disdainful, and he lazily said, "Do you find it boring?" The cold words made Feng Yuxi’s forehead tighten. On a regular day, he certainly wouldn’t dare to utter a word, but seeing how tormenting tonight’s games were, he couldn’t help but say, "What’s fun about this? Uncle, you are in the internet business, and the modern crowd is into online games, talking big, fantasy, lol, cf, dota2, to be trendy, even mobile games like Onmyoji, Love Nikki, and so on. But what you’re playing, what’s that? A game console?" Feng Chengjin frowned coldly, displeased as he scanned, "What’s wrong with a game console? You kids from the 90s two-dimensional game and homebody mode, don’t you?" In an instant, Feng Yuxi was utterly depressed and exploded, standing up straight and waving the game controller, pointing at the huge LCD TV screen, "But it’s not this mode! Uncle, you’re playing Snake! You know Snake, right!"