Gu Zixuan was taken aback, not knowing how to respond. Feng Chengjin furrowed his brows even deeper, "Why? Because I didn’t reply to your message?" In that instant, Gu Zixuan almost couldn’t bring a breath up from the depths of her heart. She had to admit, no matter how down she felt right now, at this moment, she only wanted to spit out one word. Pfft, are you really that narcissistic! Grinding her teeth, she took a deep breath and suppressed her feelings, "No." But her dejected tone seemed to confirm something for Feng Chengjin, "I’m here to see you." His deep voice sounded, and then he hung up the phone. On this end, Gu Zixuan, who originally just wanted to call her brother, was left stunned, utterly speechless. She pushed the hair off her shoulders behind her ears, speechlessly tossed the phone aside, and lay back down in bed. Feeling despondent, she wouldn’t think too much. So what if he comes, she wouldn’t go down anyway. Feng Chengjin arrived an hour and a half later, just at 21:17. He didn’t seem to plan on having Gu Zixuan come downstairs either. So when the doorbell rang, Gu Zixuan heard the sound and realized something, looking dumbfoundedly at Yu Wei’s bedroom before quickly heading to the door first. Opening the door and seeing Feng Chengjin appear, Gu Zixuan truly felt, no matter how helpless her mood, utterly disheveled at this moment. Because not only did Feng Chengjin come, he also brought her a bouquet of flowers. Purple lavender paired with yellow daisies, vibrant in color. Speechlessly looking at Feng Chengjin, she didn’t let him in, "For Yu Wei?" Feng Chengjin looked at her, finding it somewhat amusing for a moment, nodded, "For Miss Yu." Then he bypassed her, to her amazement, directly finding a pair of slippers to change into at the entrance before carrying the flowers inside. With his tall and elegant stature, even looking for slippers for himself, he appeared quite dignified. He found a vase to fill with water and placed the flowers in it. Gu Zixuan wanted to say something in dismay, this is Yu Wei’s house, the owner is upstairs, you come uninvited, and even if you’re giving gifts, you shouldn’t do it so openly. Feng Chengjin asked her while holding the vase, "Which bedroom are you sleeping in?" Five minutes later, Gu Zixuan watched as Feng Chengjin placed the vase on his bedside table and frowned, "You put the flowers for Yu Wei in my bedroom?" "Aren’t you staying in Miss Yu’s house? Does it matter where they’re placed?" Beside the bedside table, Feng Chengjin held the vase, his fingers long and attractive. Her constantly brewing thoughts made Gu Zixuan somewhat overwhelmed. Especially since she really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Feng Chengjin today. Firstly, acknowledging her feelings for him but unsure of his thoughts made her feel the need to distance herself from him for a while to clear her head. Secondly, she was divorced, and emotionally and rationally, she didn’t want to deal with him these days; she just wanted some quiet time alone. However, Feng Chengjin seemed completely unaware of this, especially after not replying to her message that day. Seeing the woman today clearly in distress, he placed the vase down and walked over to her. "What’s wrong?" his gentle voice came from above her. Gu Zixuan couldn’t get angry, "Nothing’s wrong, Mr. Feng, please go back." "Are you sure nothing’s wrong? Is it not because I didn’t reply to your message?" "Then why were you crying?" I was crying, but not for that reason! Gu Zixuan looked at Feng Chengjin with teary eyes, so angry she didn’t know what to say. Taking a deep breath, she articulated, "Mr. Feng, everyone has moments of feeling down, it’s normal. It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s because you didn’t reply to my message." "Oh, then what is it because of?" Newest update provided by novel_fіre.net In that moment, Gu Zixuan felt utterly overwhelmed, her expression shifting from speechless to frozen, from frozen to stagnant. She swore, she was truly 120% wanting to be alone to reflect on her divorce. But facing someone like Feng Chengjin, who couldn’t read expressions and was somewhat domineering and childishly persistent in getting to the bottom of things, she genuinely had no opportunity to express herself. Gu Zixuan looked at him in shock, and he quietly looked back at Gu Zixuan. The detached gaze made her completely unable to gauge the emotions. For a moment, Gu Zixuan really wanted to tell him the truth and just get it over with. But, looking once more at the man before her with eyes deeper than the night sky. She deeply felt that if Brother Yu knew about this, he might try to comfort her according to her mood. But if it were Feng Chengjin... who knows how it would turn out. The lesson from the night before last was still too profound. Gu Zixuan pursed her lips silently, really having nothing to say, and could only lower her eyes and say, "I’m on my period, not feeling well." In that instant, it was as if the air solidified, and Feng Chengjin took a long time to react. Or rather, upon realizing it, he found it somewhat amusing. But no matter how it was, he suddenly burst out a little laugh. In the air, his low laughter was pleasant to hear, like the rich tones of a piano, like the deep sounds of a cello. Yet Gu Zixuan’s mood couldn’t improve, especially on the night of her divorce, without even comfort, and then she had to hear a man’s ridicule... Her heart felt so tired, she got divorced, and wanted some peace. Feng Chengjin laughed heartily, with a slight indulgence shimmering in his eyes. Lowering his gaze, he looked at her still standing figure, pulled her by the arm, and brought her back to the bed. "Sorry, I wasn’t aware, so rest well," he said. Hearing this reason which could stop him from asking more questions, Gu Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief, quietly lay back on the bed, waiting for him to leave. However, in the next moment, Feng Chengjin sat by the bedside, crossing his arms with a relaxed look, "I’ll sit here and chat with you." "..." Gu Zixuan was speechless. Because she really wasn’t sure she had the mood to chat with anyone on the night of her divorce. But Feng Chengjin seemed determined, starting to talk to her, "Anyway, it’s just your body feeling unwell, not your heart, right?" Gu Zixuan, speechless, nodded, "...Yes." Thus, the conversation began. But, oh, her heart felt so tired, she got divorced, and wanted some peace. In the end, Feng Chengjin really talked her ear off about everything from the G20 summit to the Boao Forum for Asia. The knowledgeable Feng Chengjin was almost like an encyclopedia, discussing financial topics she was interested in. But, she really didn’t see any point in focusing on the integration of the Belt and Road and the Eurasian Economic Union on the day of her divorce. To the extent that Gu Zixuan, who had never heard Feng Chengjin talk so much, truly wanted to scratch the walls. In the end, all she could think about was, her heart felt so tired, she got divorced, and wanted some peace. But from 21:25 to 22:02, she never found peace. It seemed even peace didn’t want to be waited for. She couldn’t understand how other people’s lives could go back to normal after a divorce, either heartbreakingly sad or gut-wrenching, yet all she wanted was some peace. Was it that she and Feng Chengjin were incompatible? How else could it end up ? It was really just one tiramisu short, two cups of coffee, slicing cake and chatting about soap opera drama. But in the end, her mood calmed down, especially thinking about how this was somewhat like eight years ago when He Qimo returned home, and they had a big fight. She got into an accident. At the darkest time, thinking He Qimo wouldn’t care for her anymore, he came back. His optimistic attitude faced the shocking news of her blindness, but she wasn’t sad for more than three days, slowly calming down, and even willing to try new ways of life, like using her nose to sense the fragrance of flowers, feeling nature. Using her hands to touch the sunlight, sensing warmth. It seemed even without sight, she still had many ways to experience life. So at this moment, looking at Feng Chengjin’s lips, she suddenly felt, perhaps just listening to him talk seemed quite nice. Especially with his well-shaped lips and his deep, raspy voice that was captivating. Feng Chengjin intently watched Gu Zixuan’s reaction, until the shadow of gloom on her brows faded significantly, only then feeling completely at ease. His deep ink eyes were restrained and introspective. Actually, he could probably guess, something must have happened between her and He Qimo, which is why she was so upset. But she didn’t want to talk, and there was nothing he could do. Tightening his lips, he glanced at the time. His eyes deepened even more, pausing briefly, as he looked at the gradually calming Gu Zixuan, his gaze shifted to her abdomen, "Does it still hurt?" Gu Zixuan was taken aback, only after a moment did she realize he was referring to when he asked why she was crying. Her face turned slightly red for a second, slowly shaking her head, she said, "It doesn’t hurt." Despite saying so, in the next moment, Feng Chengjin leaned over and suddenly pulled her waist, laying her flat on the bed. Thinking he was going to do something, instead, he found her abdomen very precisely through the blanket and gently started to massage it. The quiet and wordless action made something inside Gu Zixuan quiver, instantly warming her to speechlessness.