Gu Zixuan ran into Feng Jingguo while she was outside borrowing dish soap from the nurse’s station to clean her lunchbox. Since Gu Zixuan was only going out for a short while, and considering how busy the hospital was—with the ER nurses practically running around with no time to gossip—He Qimo didn’t stop her, and naturally, he didn’t see Feng Jingguo either. Standing in the emergency exit. Feng Jingguo’s gaze at Gu Zixuan was so intense it was as if it could tear her apart. Gu Zixuan remembered Feng Jingguo; she had remembered this deep-seated hatred from the last time when he was still a demon. Seeing it again at this moment, it felt even stranger. She frowned slightly, "You are...?" Seeing this, Feng Jingguo sneered coldly, gripping his cane with sarcasm, "He’s protected you well enough! You don’t even know who I am at this point?" Who? Who is protecting her? Listening to such a resentful tone, Gu Zixuan furrowed her brows. But as she took another look at his features, some vaguely similar ones came to her mind, along with a very similar aura, adding to the contemplation of Feng Chengjin’s age compared to his. In a daze, she had some suspicions she didn’t dare confirm, but her intuition gave her a clear answer, and she trembled slightly, shockingly spoke word by word, "You... are Chengjin’s...?" As the clear thunderbolt struck from above and she realized what was happening. An even sharper blow to Gu Zixuan’s heart was Feng Jingguo’s next words. "Gu Zixuan! Eight years ago, you harmed my son for the first time! Eight years later, you come to harm him a second time! What I don’t understand is, with so many women in the world, why is it just you haunting our Feng family relentlessly?" Feng Jingguo found out about this matter from watching television. Due to the strong impression Gu Zixuan had left. Ye Xilan disdainfully said, "Why are the heiresses nowadays so poorly behaved? Good women are getting so rare, but Shuya is great. I wonder when San Er can marry Miss Qi. Change the channel, change the channel, it’s so bothersome to watch." He then paid close attention, held the remote, adjusted his glasses, and took a closer look. And this closer look revealed his son’s company vice president Ding Hui... Soon after, watching the quickly interrupted TV program, the inserted commercials, and when it returned, covering different entertainment news segments, never mentioning the previous incidents. At that moment, the unresolved issue from the last time on Saipan Island loomed like a dark cloud over his heart. Gu Zixuan, vice president, Feng Yi, invited for a meal... Several phrases were mixed together. A thick, ominous feeling layered upon his chest. He rapidly made a call to the TV station’s director. When the call connected, facing the sincere words of a close friend, "Mr. Feng, your son said she was his fiancée and insisted we must remove the story, so we did, but..." The director paused, "Why, among so many great heiresses in Rong City, does your son not choose any, and instead opts for a divorce, and this... this kind of...?" The director’s words were tactful, but Feng Jingguo was completely petrified, stiff, his blood seemingly flowing backward, and his old face flushed red, unable to utter a single word. At this moment, facing Gu Zixuan, that thicker hatred spread like layers. After saying everything, he continued coldly, "Gu Zixuan, not to mention what you did to our third son, we will never forgive you in our lifetime! You snubbed him in a blind date, yet went behind his back and tangled with him in the United States. Fine, consider you were just playing around as a young girl who didn’t understand feelings. The two of you slept together, he wanted to take responsibility, and you refused to marry him! Causing him to rupture his surgical stitches just to see you, nearly losing his life. But later? You got married, fine, live your life, be with your husband—the He kid—wouldn’t that be good?" Gu Zixuan trembled, unable to speak, "..." Feng Jingguo’s anger flared even more, "And what after? Eight years, do you know how much effort it took him to forget you? Finally, he moved on, was willing to go on blind dates, willing to get married, willing to start over anew, and the eight years of gloom over our Feng family finally cleared. Yet you showed up again... Moreover, not only did you show up, but you’ve also done this unacceptable thing now? What do you mean by this? If you aren’t afraid of the disgrace of being branded as a cheater, why drag our third son down with you? Does him being third mean you really want him to be a third party?" Feng Jingguo: "Furthermore, look at what you’ve done?" He handed over a rolled-up magazine. Facing Gu Zixuan’s trembling fingertips. Feng Jingguo: "Our Feng family doesn’t bully with power nor despise the poor and love the rich, but for our daughter-in-law, we require at least basic virtues and family upbringing! I don’t want to know the love and hate entanglement between you and my son, I just want to say one thing..." Facing Gu Zixuan with her coldly raised eyes. Feng Jingguo said word by word, "Miss Gu, please conduct yourself with dignity!" After saying all this, Feng Jingguo, leaning on his bodyguard, with a cane in hand, turned and headed down the hospital elevator. As Gu Zixuan stood rooted to the spot, with trembling hands, she opened the magazine. When she saw the large printed photos on the magazine, she understood everything. She realized that Feng Chengjin’s father handed her the rolled-up magazine to save her face. But precisely because she understood, her body shivered, realizing what kind of chaos the outside world had become. What Feng Chengjin had been up to today. What he had done in the past. Moreover, why He Qimo had asked her to stay. Yu Yuanshen, even Yu Wei and Liang Yichao had called, but none of them said anything, leaving her puzzled about their strange actions. What she and Feng Chengjin would have to face in the future... Countless whys came together, and her heart felt like it had been stabbed with countless cuts. Thinking about her now tarnished reputation, she squatted on the stairs, suddenly unable to control her emotions. Tears spilled down. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel⸺fire.net With the first drop, came the second, the third... Then they formed into lines... then into sheets... Her heart ached beyond description, her body trembled, and she sobbed over and over again... When Gu Zixuan returned. The extended time of her absence, coupled with her reddened and swollen eyelids upon returning. Let He Qimo silently understand something with his steady gaze. He paused, then saw the magazine in her hand. Smoothing his brows, he quietly said, "You know everything?" "Yes." Gu Zixuan calmly sat down by the hospital bed, silent for a long time. Until after a long pause, her body trembled slightly, recalling something, she looked up, "What is it like outside now?" Her overly swollen eyes made He Qimo’s heart twist in pain, the kind that tore at his soul, knowing she was asking about the possibilities with Feng Chengjin, the destruction of her struggle. And those eight years of company, every time she looked at him confusedly, with tears welling up, made him both angry and heartaching... The torment twisted his heart, he lit a cigarette, took a drag, and lowered his eyes, "It’s already being dealt with, the news that should be taken down is being taken down, the magazines that should be destroyed are being destroyed, discussions, commentary, topics of all kinds are being deleted. Yu Yuanshen and I are both working on this, it’s just that Feng Chengjin is acting faster, as for the rest, we have to wait for time to change, to see if new issues arise, we are both waiting for the situation, and know little more than you do, we’ll see how he explains it to you later..." After He Qimo finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and took another deep drag on his cigarette. Perhaps this drag was too sudden, he couldn’t help but cough. Watching this made Gu Zixuan’s heart ache, she hurriedly helped pat his back. However, this time He Qimo pushed her hand away, extinguished the cigarette butt, turned around with his back against her, and lay back on the hospital bed. The silent refusal made Gu Zixuan understand. After all, he is not Brother Yu. Brother Yu might give in, but... he loves her, loves her so much that he can’t let go, nor forget, otherwise he wouldn’t have been entangled in such painful turmoil for eight years, so tormented that he drank himself into a stupor lying on the hospital bed, with no desire to live. Every move she made to get closer to Feng Chengjin, he wished to complete, but he couldn’t, to him it was like being skinned alive. Her heart trembled with sorrow, she didn’t ask further. Instead, she tidied his blanket and quietly held his hand, saying, "Sleep now, nothing will happen today, I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you for the next two days until you feel better." What Gu Zixuan said was calm, tinged with pain from holding back all her emotions. Yet she didn’t see, He Qimo’s body slightly trembled. His fingertips, accompanied by a fleeting gaze, deeply longing at the touch of her fingers... After a long time, he asked, "Zixuan, I want to ask a question." "If this issue can’t be resolved, would you choose to leave Feng Chengjin?" Gu Zixuan’s eyelashes trembled, she gazed into the air.