Fu Hange doesn't do housework often, and when she does, she's clumsy and slow. She first cleaned up the trash, then mopped the floor, and finally looked at the messy manuscripts on her desk, feeling troubled. The mountain of papers left her completely at a loss, unsure of what to do with them or which to keep and which to throw away.

So he simply called Gu Yuan and said, "If you don't want those scraps of paper, I'll throw them away for you."

From the vibration on the other end of the phone, Fu Hange could sense Gu Yuan's hostility: "What are you doing? I told you to clean up, not to cause trouble. If you don't do a satisfactory job when I get back, you'll be in big trouble."

Fu Hange didn't want to hear his cold tone anymore, so she rudely hung up the phone. She thought he was really unreasonable. He could have hired a housekeeper, but he insisted on making her, who knew nothing, handle these household chores that married women should be doing.

Her hands moved swiftly, neatly organizing each document. After her "processing," Gu Yuan's study became much cleaner and tidier, no longer the mess it had been when she first arrived.

Fu Hange secretly applauded herself; her hands were truly skillful, even though she had never done this before, she was still so adept.

As evening approached, Gu Yuan still hadn't returned. Fu Hange truly couldn't understand why he had to work on the weekend, why he could skip the company but would work late the next day. Was money really that important? Why was he so hypocritical, just like other businessmen?

About an hour later, there seemed to be the sound of an engine being turned off outside. Fu Hange ran to the French windows and saw Gu Yuan's head popping out of the car.

The door with the combination lock was opened, and Gu Yuan, dressed in a sharp suit, walked in with a cold expression.

Fu Hange picked up her bag: "I've taken care of everything for you. Remember your promise."

Gu Yuan took off his coat, sat on the sofa, and crossed his legs: "What promise?"

Fu Hange was completely baffled. Wasn't it agreed that if she helped him manage the business, she would inject funds into the Xu family? What, was he trying to renege on his promise?

Gu Yuan said shamelessly, "I only asked you to clean the house; I never promised to help you save Xu Shi."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Hange threw the bag in her hand at Gu Yuan, but he skillfully dodged it by sidestepping.

Gu Yuan strode over and grabbed Fu Hange's hand: "Don't go too far. I'm not afraid of others being wary of you. If you push me too far, I might do something even more terrible that could cause the Xu family to go bankrupt."

Fu Hange felt a cold sweat break out on her back, and her palms instantly became sweaty. This disadvantageous position made her very unhappy. When she met Gu Yuan's angry eyes, her arrogance suddenly diminished. With no room for resistance, she could only watch as he dealt with her.

Gu Yuan released her, shook his clothes, and said impatiently, "Get out of my sight before I completely lose my temper."

Upon hearing this, she quickly picked up her bag from the ground and left without looking back.

She only started to regret it after she went outside. It was almost nine o'clock, and besides, it was the suburbs. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the road, let alone a taxi.

The phone still had power, but I didn't know who to call. It was definitely not Xu's mother. Xu Yi? He was probably still surrounded by beauties. There was no hope.

She clutched her phone in her hand and continued walking aimlessly forward.

The more she walked, the more panicked she became. It was pitch black and deserted all around; it felt like she was the only person left in the world. She hugged herself and continued forward. Sometimes she felt truly pathetic, with no one by her side. While no one could restrict her actions, there was an indescribable loneliness.