Fu Hange looked in the direction he was pointing. It was covered with documents, used tissues, and an unfinished mocha on the outermost edge.

I remember the last time Gu Yuan asked her to go to his house to clean, and now he's using the same trick again. He really knows how to come up with something.

Fu Hange walked over, picked up the unfinished mocha, took it to the private bathroom and poured it out. She then threw the dirty tissues that Gu Yuan had used into the trash can one by one. She herself felt disgusted and didn't know if Gu Yuan had deliberately used them to mess with her or if he was just that unclean.

"What should we do with these documents?" Fu Hange asked, bending over.

Gu Yuan had already walked to the door with ease, saying casually, "Help me carry them all home."

She glanced at the large pile of scattered documents, and a surge of anger rose within her for no apparent reason, but in order to protect the Xu family, she had to endure it.

In the garage, Gu Yuan had already left her far behind, walking ahead and casually putting his hands in his pockets, while she struggled to keep up behind, carrying a large stack of documents.

Her legs felt weak and she could barely move. Her hands began to go limp, and she was sweating profusely. Her stomach started to ache without her realizing it. But because she was using her hands, she couldn't feel the pain.

After finally managing to get the documents into the car, Gu Yuan sat in the passenger seat looking like he was waiting to be served.

She said irritably, "Mr. Gu, can't you drive yourself? I've already helped you carry so much stuff."

Gu Yuan said indifferently, "So what? If you receive a favor, you have to do something in return. That's the rule. You should know that better than I do."

Having said that, she had no choice but to endure the discomfort and start the accelerator. Her hands were very weak and her legs were powerless. She gasped for breath and said, "I won't be responsible if there's a car accident."

Gu Yuan waved his hand dismissively, saying, "The average driver would crash more violently."

Fu Hange had to admire his answer; she was already so tired, yet he kept spouting nonsense that harmed others without benefiting himself.

The car was driving very slowly. Fu Hange was panting heavily beside him, and Gu Yuan noticed and frowned, asking, "Why are you panting for no reason? Are you that thirsty?"

Fu Hange was so angry she wanted to smash the car into the guardrail. If she hadn't been sitting inside, she might have actually done it. Ever since Gu Yuan came to her office and said he wanted to go back to being the cruel and ruthless Gu Yuan he used to be, every word he said had been so awful, making her furious.

Her breathing became more rapid, her chest heaving: "That's because you made me angry. Please, can't you have some self-awareness?"

Gu Yuan remained silent in the car. Fu Hange's anger gradually subsided, but the pain in her lower abdomen became more pronounced. She frowned, initially wanting Gu Yuan to drive, but then realizing he definitely wouldn't, so she had no choice but to endure it and continue driving towards his house.

Upon arrival, Gu Yuan parked the car at the entrance and got out first, while she remained seated inside, clutching her stomach and burying her face in the steering wheel.

Gu Yuan, who was already a few meters away from her, said impatiently, "Hurry up and bring the things in."

After a long while, Fu Hange didn't respond to him. Sensing something was wrong, he strode over and saw the woman in the car. She was curled up in a ball, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Her face was buried in her sweat, so he couldn't see her current state.

Gu Yuan quickly picked her up. Her lips were deathly pale, and her body was limp, as if her bones were falling apart. However, her eyes were wide open and staring intently at Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan felt very uncomfortable under her gaze, so he simply looked away and looked straight ahead.