A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips: "Okay."

Gu Yuan led her a few more steps, and Fu Hange seemed to remember something, and suddenly said softly, "Oh right, there are still some things at home that I haven't packed."

"Troublesome," Gu Yuan said irritably.

Neither of them spoke. Fu Hange secretly sized up Gu Yuan's face, which was terribly gloomy. Since he didn't love her, he still married her and kept her by his side for business interests. From now on, their names would be tied together.

Perhaps someone like him would always consider who would be more valuable to marry. Because he doesn't love anyone, he's almost flawless. Take Bai Xin, for example; she has no background, just an ordinary working girl. Compared to Bai Xin, she's naturally more useful to Gu Yuan. So, should she feel fortunate?

Back at her old apartment, Fu Hange checked to see if Qin Xuan was nearby, and only got on the elevator after confirming it was safe. Gu Yuan was waiting for her in his car below. From the rising elevator, she could see Gu Yuan sitting in his car, stubbing out cigarette after cigarette. Was he also troubled by this matter?

Fu Hange brought a bunch of toiletries and some changes of clothes. She tossed the pink suitcase Xu Yi had given her into the room, packed everything up, and then went downstairs. Before leaving, she glanced at the small room. She had been living here since returning to the country. It wasn't as big as Gu Yuan's house, but it had given her a profound sense of loneliness. Whether she could live peacefully with Gu Yuan from now on was entirely unknown.

After coming downstairs, Gu Yuan had already been waiting impatiently. He opened the black car window and launched into another barrage of sarcastic remarks, "You take so long to get something? My house has everything you need, I won't make you suffer."

After his sarcastic remark, Gu Yuan still kindly helped her put her suitcase back up. He then sat back down and started the car.

Cold air blew in in gusts, and Fu Hange deliberately left the window open, hoping the wind would wake her up and make her feel that her long-cherished dream was finally about to come true.

Lost in thought, Gu Yuan suddenly blurted out, "Are you stupid? It's so cold, why didn't you close the window?"

Fu Hange acted as if she hadn't heard, continuing to let the wind whip her face. Luckily, it hadn't snowed in City C, otherwise the snow hitting her face would have been even more uncomfortable. Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Gu Yuan simply ignored her and let her torture herself like this.

Returning to Gu Yuan's house, nothing had changed; everything was the same as before, even the things she had left there remained untouched. She hastily put her things down, found the water dispenser, filled a glass, and asked Gu Yuan, "Do you want some?"

Before Gu Yuan could answer, his phone rang. Judging from his tone, it didn't seem to be anything urgent. After hanging up, Gu Yuan went back to his room to change his clothes. As he walked through the entryway, he told Fu Hange, "There's a celebration banquet at the company, so I won't be eating at home. You'll have to order takeout."

After saying that, she slammed the door and left, leaving Fu Hange alone in the huge villa. The lights were dazzling, but her heart was gloomy. What could save her dying heart? If there was anything, it was the child in her womb.

She didn't order takeout, nor did she go to sleep immediately. Instead, she sat down by the French windows again, just like that night, pondering her unspoken thoughts.

Gu Yuan didn't drive after leaving. He had just received a call from Bai Xin saying there was a celebration banquet, and he thought it wouldn't be convenient to drive there. He walked to the street, hailed a taxi, and gave her an address. Thirty minutes later, close to ten o'clock, Gu Yuan arrived at the private room on time.