However, these light words felt like a knife stabbed into Gu Zixuan’s heart. Watching the door slowly closing. She knocked faster, trying to push it open. Red-rimmed eyes, "Qi Mo, don’t be , I don’t mind this matter that much, you really don’t have to do this, you’re only twenty-eight, you have a long life ahead of you, you don’t need to bear such infamy for me, you..." However, He Qimo didn’t want to listen anymore. Leaning against the door inside, he interrupted with a smile, "Zixuan, if I come out, will you return to me and remarry?" Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled, momentarily stunned, tears flowing. Even her fingertips that knocked on the door slightly paused. Gu Zixuan trembled silently, not speaking. Behind her, Feng Chengjin, who had already received Qin Nuo’s call on the road, also arrived at this moment. Upstairs, as the elevator opened, Feng Chengjin paused for a moment, then quietly looked at Gu Zixuan. Inside the door, hearing that silence, He Qimo looked at the air with a bitter and desolate smile, "You won’t, will you?" Gu Zixuan didn’t speak, her heart pierced to the point of being speechless, "..." He Qimo curled his lips, gazing palely into the distance, "So, you should go back. Since the other half of my marriage is no longer you, then whoever it is, doesn’t matter anymore..." After saying this, He Qimo gracefully walked into the bedroom. At this moment, the king-sized bed in the five-star hotel had the already unconscious Shen Jian妮 lazily lying there, beside her, the already set-up camera was clearly flashing with red lights. He Qimo glanced at the camera, then at Shen Jian妮. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novᴇlfire.net Ignoring Gu Zixuan’s more violent knocking and the restrained sobbing outside the door, he unbuttoned one by one, then leaned over, kneeling on one knee on the bed, unbuttoning Shen Jian妮’s clothes piece by piece, tossing them aside... Pulled the quilt over. Before proceeding, he took his phone, turned it on, and made a call. He Qimo: "Are you here?" Outside the door, Feng Chengjin, "..." He Qimo: "Take her away." After speaking, He Qimo hung up the phone, threw the phone on the bedside. Glancing at Shen Jian妮 again, hearing the almost collapsing sobbing of Gu Zixuan outside the door, he lowered his eyelashes and then sank down regardless. The moment he went in. He Qimo closed his eyes. ’Zixuan, whether you loved me or not in these ten years, hated me or not, in this moment, we are severed...’ Listening to that long silence, the door that no longer opened no matter how it was knocked. Gu Zixuan understood He Qimo’s character, it wasn’t hard to imagine his resoluteness, only fearing some things were already settled... Choking on her pain, she leaned against the door, sobbing to the point she couldn’t make a sound. Her heartache was so extreme, yet her unwillingness to leave made Feng Chengjin watch her deeply for a moment, then handed the phone to Qin Nuo and walked forward. Supporting Gu Zixuan’s shoulder, she stubbornly kept her hand on the door handle without moving. Feng Chengjin slightly pursed his lips, and the next moment, without any hesitation, he picked her up horizontally, taking her away. The black Bentley quickly drove away after Feng Chengjin carried Gu Zixuan to the back seat.