Gu Yuan closed the door and locked it from the inside. Fu Hange's heart clenched; something seemed to bind her, making it hard to breathe. Gu Yuan was walking towards her, closer and closer...

Finally, a few cold words were uttered above her head, "I heard you're going to be a bridesmaid at this wedding. Unfortunately, I'm also among the invited guests."

Fu Hange felt as if a sharp weapon was piercing her chest, finally passing through her heart, leaving her back covered in blood.

It had been so long since they last met, yet his tone was so cold and distant, devoid of any warmth, and even lacking the temper he used to have when he would get angry at her.

Such composure, such indifference. She forced back the bitterness in her heart, "Then, Mr. Gu, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I heard that Fu Chengyi is the best man at this wedding, is that right?" He smirked. Fu Hange forced a calm reply: "Yes."

"I also heard that you two are getting engaged?" Fu Hange wanted to tell him subconsciously that it wasn't true, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

What's the point? Even if she said it, what would be the use? It's none of his business anymore. His expression was so indifferent, without the slightest hint of lingering affection. What could she say? Finally, Fu Hange lowered her head and said, "That was arranged by my father."

"So you agreed?" he asked, looking at her sarcastically.

Fu Hange kept staring at her head without saying a word. What difference would it make if she told him? It would be pointless; she would just be humiliated anyway.

Sure enough, Gu Yuan sneered as he circled around her, scrutinizing her thoroughly: "As expected, you hooked up with him the moment you left me. You're really something."

“I didn’t!” she growled.

Gu Yuan stopped in front of her, lifted her face, and caressed Fu Hange's face, making her feel uneasy.

"You don't need to deny it. Even if you do, I won't do anything to you." His tone remained completely emotionless.

Fu Hange felt a chill in her heart. See? Even if she said that, he still didn't care. What was the use of her saying it? It was all for nothing.

Fu Hange followed Gu Yuan's hand that was touching her face, and tried to raise her head as high as possible. "I admit it. In that case, Mr. Gu, please take some time to get the divorce papers done with me as soon as possible. Otherwise, dragging it out like this is not good for anyone."

Gu Yuan's eyes suddenly sharpened, but only for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and continued to mock her with a smile: "Are you in such a hurry? So eager to run into that man's arms?"

"Yes! So please, Mr. Gu, stop nagging me." She continued, her words contradicting her true feelings. Gu Yuan's eyes turned colder, her tone still devoid of emotion. She straightened Fu Hange's face, "What if I refuse?"

Fu Hange smiled and replied, "You will, because you don't want to live with a woman you don't love."

Silence remained her only response. She had given up, truly given up. She still hadn't gotten the answer she wanted, which was perhaps the most fatal blow to the relationship.

After a long while, Gu Yuan chuckled and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Don't worry, I will divorce you, but not now."

Fu Hange felt a pang of unease. He had agreed, and she should have been overjoyed, but why did she feel so disappointed, even with a touch of heartache? Just then, Gu Yuan walked over and, taking advantage of Fu Hange's momentary distraction, picked her up.

A low voice sounded in her ear, "As an ex-wife, shouldn't you fulfill your last duty?"