They tangled together time and again. Finally, after Gu Zixuan fell asleep completely exhausted, Feng Chengjin drew the curtains for her, blocking out the snowy light outside. He then returned to her side to sleep. Gu Zixuan habitually faced him as she lay down, curling up towards him. Feng Chengjin held her in his arms. In the darkness of the bedroom where the light was blocked, the emotions following everything returned to Feng Chengjin’s eyes. Looking at Gu Zixuan, who still remembered how he felt, he raised his hand to touch her floral cheek. His mind recalled her earlier words, "I can’t possibly forget, I might even remember for a lifetime..." He curled the corners of his lips with some bitterness. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, a sense of uncertainty about the future rose within his amber eyes... There was some faint discomfort. He gathered his brows and lashes, concealing everything... When they woke up again, no matter what, it was sweet that they had opened up and talked. Gu Zixuan no longer showed excessive concern or cried uncontrollably for He Qimo in front of Feng Chengjin. She understood some things, that she’s the one emotionally invested, and there’s no need to pull Feng Chengjin along with her. He’s not made of iron, and since she cares too much for He Qimo, he would inevitably mind. As for He Qimo... some things she’ll remember for a lifetime and repay him in her own way, that’s enough. Awakening from the desolation, Gu Zixuan began to actively face matters privately. She tried to find ways to salvage or utilize her personal involvement in the situation—maybe make the public believe she and He Qimo just had a peaceful divorce. The slander was too harsh; she and He Qimo were actually innocent. So... who is treating her this way, she’s becoming increasingly eager to find out... Her ability to become proactive diluted his pale helplessness considerably. He began to help her deal with things as much as possible, enabling her to free herself from guilt sooner. For the moment, all investigative materials were laid bare before Gu Zixuan. Except for the scarred man from the last investigation. Along with Rong City’s luxury circle, those tied to the Gu Family, He Qimo, and even himself—be it enemies or allies—all were truthfully listed. In the study room, the two began categorizing, investigating families. Feng Chengjin’s understanding of certain relationship networks was all confirmed one by one with Gu Zixuan. Regarding helping He Qimo escape this reputational crisis, Gu Zixuan had some ideas which Feng Chengjin would either nod with approval or shake his head on their feasibility. Their relationship was great, and when the housekeeper came to deliver lunch, he found the gentleman sitting next to Miss Gu, deep in thought, contemplating with a list in hand, while Miss Gu held a cup of brown sugar ginger tea, feeding water to the gentleman. Seeming to understand the gentleman’s busy soreness that led to low blood sugar palpitations for the past few days, she fed him with persistence, regardless of the gentleman’s slight frown with the taste. After feeding, she took the cup to sip herself as the gentleman watched, smiling sideways. Their figures were harmonious and captivating, the scene carrying a hue akin to rose petals. The housekeeper watched, smiling as he pushed the dining cart inside without further interference, then turned to close the door and quietly walked away... ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel•fire.net On this side, deep affection and warmth. On the other side, chaos and uproar. Zhou Huimei’s face seemed colder and more menacing than February’s frost. Of course, Shen Jian妮 sitting across didn’t fare much better. Listening to Zhou Huimei dispensing with formality to viciously berate her without reservation... Shen Jian妮 was in a complete turmoil, both inside and out! Then she glanced at the man beside her, wondering if he was heartbroken or confused from the insults that he was displaying a thin smile—a mixture of mockery and mild amusement, as if anticipating her rise to subdue the demon. Shen Jian妮 nearly wanted to run into the door headfirst. Damn it, she had been so misled! Without explanations or clarifications, still expected to fight? Shen Jian妮 was bewildered, angry, and grinding her teeth. Yet, He Qimo bore an expression of, ’Didn’t you once want to marry me? Often bullied my wife, go on, you have your chance, go, Pikachu!’ Shen Jian妮 comprehended the extent of this man’s power to hold grudges. Inwardly, she cursed, psychopathic Scorpio man! You deserve to be unloved by women forever! After a pause, with Zhou Huimei’s further, "Do you have any decency or upbringing? Your nouveau riche father indulged in mistresses, teaching you to behave so shamelessly now, right? Luring my son? Without even checking your own conduct!" All of Shen Jian妮’s pent-up fury ignited completely. Immediately, disregarding the presence of everyone in He Mansion, and how He Qimo’s one decent father viewed her. Rolling up her sleeves, she straightened out and laughed: "Yes, I’m shameless, I’ve accepted the cultural and etiquette of being a mistress. I’m seducing your son, so what? I’ve hooked him, slept with him, hey, didn’t even get paid, your son of twenty-plus years is now pursuing other women, you’re feeling disturbed, right? Oh wow, isn’t he the son you carried for so long, how can he be with other women? But, Mrs. Zhou, your son is 28 now, your age is out of Granny gear, I don’t think you can squeeze milk anymore, your son can’t possibly live with you forever. No matter how uncomfortable you are, he won’t be with you, right?" With Zhou Huimei’s eyes widening in astonishment, taking a sharp breath, "You, you..." Shen Jian妮 wagged her body, approaching even more smugly: "So, what difference does it make whether you agree or not? As long as I can sleep with your son for one day, I can influence him on the pillow for one day. As long as I spark rumors with him one day, who knows, I might marry into your family someday. Look down on me, huh? You gave birth to a son, had trouble once, and now it’s incredible, huh? Hey, what’s so incredible about having a son, should I give your son one someday? As for my dad, don’t look down on him all day, be careful what you say today about my dad, and one day I might make him your relative!"