"I told you to speak!"

Enraged, Gu Yuan grabbed her hair. Fu Hange, hurt by the hair, had no choice but to tilt her head back and look at him, her eyes filled with despair, helplessness, resentment, and despair.

Fu Hange was unusually quiet, not saying a word. Perhaps she was too desperate, had placed too much hope in the person in front of her, and was heartbroken by the ending.

"Say what you have to say! Don't keep it to yourself!" he roared again.

What she received in return was Fu Hange's indifferent reply: "What do you want me to say?"

"About you and Fu Chengyi," he said coldly.

"I have nothing to say. That's how things are as you see them, and I have nothing to explain."

"Nothing to explain?" Gu Yuan was practically furious at her words.

The woman he loved so much loved someone else, and didn't even leave him an explanation. How cruel.

But Gu Yuan was unwilling to give up; he had never cared about any woman like this before.

He forced Fu Hange to answer him, "Tell me, what are you and him planning to do? Do you want to continue divorcing me and then go back to him?"

Fu Hange was too exhausted to argue with him anymore, because no matter how she explained, he wouldn't believe her and would only judge her according to his own standards.

She said slowly, "Do I need to be explained to you? You've already rejected me, so what difference does it make whether I explain or not?"

She really didn't want to talk about anyone else, because every word she uttered made her heart grow numb.

Gu Yuan was so angry he wanted to throw her out right then and there. She hadn't even given him an explanation. Was that really who he was in her heart? Was he so repulsive and hateful to her?

He gritted his teeth and asked, "I'll ask you one more time, what exactly are your and Fu Chengyi's plans?"

Even if he were to get a divorce, he would first beat up Fu Chengyi. Even if Fu Hange didn't love him, he still didn't want to let go.

The only response she received was silence. Fu Hange lay quietly inside with her eyes closed, completely exhausted and motionless, like a corpse, just waiting for someone to come and collect her body.

This action successfully enraged Gu Yuan, who asked, "Are you going to wash or not?"

Fu Hange did not answer him, and kept her eyes closed.

"I'll ask you one more time, are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?"

Fu Hange still didn't answer him, remaining as dead as before.

Without saying a word, Gu Yuan pressed her down, immersing her entire body in the water, and waves of heat rose throughout the bathroom.

What followed was endless humiliation. Fu Hange could clearly feel Gu Yuan's hands roaming over every inch of her body, washing her entire body with great force.

To be honest, she felt ashamed of herself. Gu Yuan clearly didn't love her, yet she used such despicable means to stay by his side. Looking back now, she felt shameless. If she hadn't been so persistent, perhaps she wouldn't be suffering so much now.

At some point, Gu Yuanjing also jumped into the water and stood close to Fu Hange. However, he did nothing but silently help her wash away the cement stains on her body.

For a moment, Fu Hange felt dazed. The dim lighting, the magnificent villa, the flawless Gu Yuan—but nothing of it belonged to her.

After taking a shower, Gu Yuan personally carried her out of the bathroom, leaving her completely exposed to the light without even a towel. She seemed unconcerned, letting Gu Yuan carry her without resistance or even the slightest reluctance.