Chapter 218 He came to apologize with a bundle of thorns on his back.

Fu's President's Office

Fu Beichen sat in his executive chair, his knuckles white from the force of his grip, tightly clenching the pair of sapphire cufflinks in his palm.

The cold metal hurt my palm.

This was the birthday gift she gave him last year.

What did he say at the time?

He said he didn't like blue.

Then, he casually tossed it into a drawer in the lounge.

He now wishes he could slap himself.

His gaze fell on the small metal object on the table. It was a data card he had just taken from the bottom of the cufflink box, and he had just looked at the data inside.

It was as if my soul had been ripped out, leaving only shock and an uncontrollable tremor.

That was the culmination of N's life's work.

She handed over the shares of Qingniao to the Fu family so casually.

If he hadn't read the "suicide note" she left behind, he wouldn't have even been able to find the cufflinks he had forgotten.

He remembers.

The wind was cold on Tianshui Peak the night before the decisive battle with Erwin.

She stood beside him and softly asked him if he still remembered those cufflinks.

It turns out she had already planned this out.

If she doesn't come back, then hand over all of N God's lifelong research to him.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.

He pressed the intercom button. "Lin Qi, come in."

"President Fu." Lin Qi pushed open the door and carefully observed his boss's expression.

Fu Beichen's voice was terribly hoarse, "Madam...when did you enter my dressing room before?"

Lynch lowered his head even further, his voice filled with obvious trepidation.

"When your wife first came to you to sign the divorce papers, you were in a meeting."

"She's waiting for you in her office."

"Later... you and Miss Jiang came back together, and it was probably around that time that Madam hid in the lounge."

Lin Qi paused, not daring to look Fu Beichen in the eye, and forced himself to continue.

"Later, you and Miss Jiang also went into the lounge."

“Mr. Fu, it would be too heartbreaking for your wife to witness you and Miss Jiang together.

Every word was like a poisoned knife, piercing precisely into Fu Beichen's heart.

He looked up and a cold gaze shot towards Lin Qi.

"Your year-end bonus is gone."

"Get out."

Lin Qi felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind, and he was extremely aggrieved.

He thought to himself: What's the use of feeling guilty? His wife saw it with her own eyes.

Those three fatal minutes, I still had to take the blame for you?

He closed the door, feeling dejected.

The office was deathly silent.

Fu Beichen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

No matter what he did, all he could think about was her.

The way she smiles, the way she frowns, the way she cries... what must she look like when she hides in the lounge, listening to him and Jiang Kexin talk?

He suddenly opened his eyes.

My gaze fell on a report on the file shelf.

It was the medical report that Little D gave her, and her name was on it.

He reached out and pulled out the document, his slender fingers tracing the three characters "Gu Xingnian" over and over again, as if trying to engrave them into his very bones.

He had already read the first page; he flipped it over with a large hand.

"Bang!" Lin Qi suddenly rushed in without regard for anything else, startling him.

"President Fu! This is fantastic news!"

"The old man has been taken to Ming Island! Madam... Madam is very likely on Ming Island as well!"

Fu Beichen's heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of ecstasy.

Mingdao!

No wonder, no wonder he used all his connections but couldn't find any information about her.

Ming Island is a secret sanatorium run by the government. Once you get on the island, even the cell phone signal is blocked.

He also knew that a special research team had been set up to target the virus in Country A.

She had said before that her master was waiting for her at the Bluebird. Now that her master has been taken to Ming Island, then she... she must be there too!

He made a decisive decision.

"Get ready, we're heading to Ming Island right away."

"Have Shi Yi contact them immediately. The Fu Group will provide all the necessary financial support for their technical team."

His voice carried an undeniable resolve.

“Tell them I’m going to the island.”

He strode out, his expression resolute.

On his desk, the report he hadn't had time to look at closely was turned over by the draft.

Fu Beichen couldn't hide his excitement. Bai Yu had really been hiding his true feelings.

How could he forget Bai Yu's official secret identity?

On Ming Island, the weather was fine and sunny.

Bai Yu answered the phone, his fingertips tapping absently on the table.

"Young Master Yu, they've all confessed."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded tired, clearly indicating that the person had stayed up all night.

"That Dean Huang, the ten million that appeared out of nowhere in his account was hush money. He admitted that he had faked the paternity test report."

Bai Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice was icy cold.

Who is behind this?

"Jiang Kexin," the subordinate announced.

"Dean Huang said that this was not the first time. He had also sold the news of Miss Gu's miscarriage to Jiang Kexin once before. We found out that he received 1 million yuan that time."

"This time, we checked the transfer records and found that the money was transferred from her agent's account."

Bai Yu's fingers stopped.

Jiang Kexin?

Didn't she go to operate the sewing machine a long time ago? How can her arms reach this far while she's inside?

This matter is very complicated.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable command.

"Continue the investigation."

"It's probably not that simple."

"Also, I'll cut off Dean Huang's connections completely. Every single one of his relatives and associates will be purged from the hospital. No one from the Huang family will ever be allowed to enter the medical field again."

"yes!"

The call ended.

Bai Yu gazed at the sea outside the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Inside the large lecture hall of the experimental building.

Gu Xingnian stood in front of the huge whiteboard, holding a marker in her hand, her expression focused.

"The core of the drug source in Country A lies in its simulation and deception of human genes. It is not attacking, but 'assimil'."

Her voice was clear and melodious, echoing in the quiet laboratory.

A dozen or so white-haired PhDs, all industry giants, sat in the audience, yet they were listening intently to a young woman in her early twenties, looking up at her like elementary school students.

In their eyes, there was no contempt, only utter worship and astonishment.

N God!

This is the living N Goddess! To be able to hear her lecture in person would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience!

"Therefore, my approach to detoxification is reverse thinking."

Gu Xingnian drew a complex molecular structure on the whiteboard.

“We don’t kill it, we ‘trick’ it, and let it walk into the genetic trap we’ve set.”

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

A few seconds later, thunderous applause erupted.

A sudden enlightenment!

This approach is simply a game-changer!

Her understanding of viruses and genes has reached an appalling level.

"Now, I need your assistance, and you will be divided into three groups."

Gu Xingnian put down her pen and looked around at everyone.

"A team to help me complete the final equation derivation."

"Group Two is responsible for synthesizing the antidote."

"Group Three, prepare for human testing; if necessary, you will need to personally contact the patients."

The applause rang out again, even more enthusiastic than before.

"That's enough for today." Gu Xingnian nodded, turned around, and walked out of the laboratory.

Old Biao was waiting at the door, his face beaming with excitement as he came to greet him.

"Ms. Gu, thank you for your hard work! With you here, our team has made tremendous progress, like a rocket taking off!"

Gu Xingnian replied calmly, "It's what I should do."

Old Biao rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Um... we have a distinguished guest who will be arriving on the island soon."

He specifically asked to see you.

"Of course, I'm very tight-lipped, I definitely didn't say you were here."

"Distinguished guest?" Gu Xingnian asked, somewhat puzzled.

“It is your husband, Fu Beichen.” Old Biao’s tone was tinged with admiration. “He provided substantial financial support for the entire research project. Mr. Fu, you are truly a remarkable philanthropist.”

The name "Fu Beichen" was like a needle, piercing deeply into Gu Xingnian's heart.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color.

"I don't want to see him." Her voice was strained. "Please don't let him know I'm here."

Old Biao was stunned. Looking at her pale face, he quickly nodded, "Okay, okay, I know how to answer him."

A warm hand gently rested on her shoulder. Bai Yu had come over at some point, his voice low and soothing.

"Don't worry, I'll figure something out."

"Make sure he can't find you."

At noon, Fu Beichen, accompanied by Lin Qi and two bodyguards, successfully landed on the island under official guidance.

At the dinner table, Lao Biao personally accompanied the guests, speaking in a manner that was perfectly official and impeccable.

"President Fu, you are truly a lifesaver! With the financial support of the Fu Group, we are like a tiger with wings. I believe we will be able to develop the antidote soon and benefit the people!"

Fu Beichen had little patience for this. He put down his wine glass and stared straight at Lao Biao with his dark eyes.

“Bid Bureau, my wife is not feeling well. I would like to see her and take her home to rest.”

Get straight to the point, without beating around the bush.

Old Biao's heart skipped a beat, but a smile spread across his face.

"Mr. Fu, you must be joking. N is such a remarkable person, how could she possibly be on our little island? If you happen to meet her, please be sure to pass on my message that I would like to hire her as the chief technical consultant for our project!"

He's a real sly old fox.

Fu Beichen's eyes darkened, and he decided not to beat around the bush with him anymore.

"I would like to meet Mr. Yang."

This was a move that Lao Biao could no longer resist.

He could only bite the bullet and agree, "Okay, I'll arrange it."

......

In the afternoon, in Yang Lin's room.

Fu Beichen, shirtless, knelt upright in front of Yang Lin.

His broad back muscles were smooth and powerful, but they were covered with crisscrossing bloodstains, old wounds that had not yet healed, making the image extremely impactful.

That's right, he came to apologize with a bundle of thorns on his back.

"Sir, it was I who hurt Niannian." His voice was hoarse, and his head was bowed deeply. "I have come to apologize and ask you to punish me."

Seeing him like this, Yang Lin felt a pang of pity, but she cursed him even more harshly.

You bastard!

"How could someone as intelligent as you, Fu Beichen, do such a despicable thing!"

"Life is equal, and it is not made more noble just because it is your bloodline! That was a child, that was a life, that was her flesh and blood!"

"You can deny it, but you must never hurt her. How can you expect her not to feel heartbroken after what you've done?"

"I was wrong." Fu Beichen pressed his forehead against the cold ground. "Please punish me, sir."

"I will never divorce her in this lifetime; she is my only wife."

"If you had known this would happen, you wouldn't have done it in the first place!" Yang Lin took the rattan whip from his hand and lashed it hard against his strong back.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Three lashes.

He didn't use his full strength, but it was enough to leave him with cuts and bruises, teaching him a lesson he would never forget.

Fresh bloodstains covered the old wounds.

Fu Beichen swayed slightly, but didn't utter a sound.

He looked up, his eyes red as he pleaded.

"Sir, you know where Niannian is, don't you?"

"I want to see her, I want to ask for her forgiveness."

The old man tossed the rattan whip aside and turned his face away.

"It depends on your fate. Go find it yourselves."

"Get out of here, don't get in my way and disturb my rest."

He didn't say he didn't know; he said he would find her himself. So, he implicitly admitted that she was on the island, which made Fu Beichen overjoyed.

He kowtowed heavily, the floor making a dull thud.

"Sir, thank you for your understanding. I will definitely find her."

Take care.

After saying that, he supported himself on the ground, slowly stood up, his eyes frighteningly red, and turned to walk out.

The door closed gently.

The door to another room was pushed open, and Gu Xingnian came out.

Her eyes were also very red.

Yang Lin looked at her and sighed.

"Girl, can this man still be forgiven?"

Gu Xingnian stared at the closed door for a long time before slowly speaking.

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

“Master, love can also be disguised. It wears the cloak of ‘happiness’ to lure you in. It tastes sweet at first, but when it takes effect, it poisons your bones and there is no cure.”

"I can't find a reason to forgive him."

Yes, she doesn't want to be hurt again.

At night, the sea breeze blew wildly, and Gu Xingnian lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

The only sound in the entire ward was her own heavy breathing, one breath after another.

I felt a little uneasy.

Meanwhile, Fu Beichen's men had already secretly searched all the wards in the entire inpatient building.

At the end of the corridor, only one room remained.

313.

Fu Beichen stood in front of the door, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

He raised his hand, his well-defined fingers hovering in mid-air, hesitant to bring them down.

He heard that the woman staying in this ward was someone who had been brought in more than ten days ago.

He arrived covered in blood and never went outside.

He was almost certain that she was inside.

The woman he was searching for so desperately was now just a thin door separating him from her.

My heart was gripped by an inexplicable emotion.

He was finally so close to her.

"Knock, knock."

The knocking on the door suddenly rang out.

Gu Xingnian's body stiffened abruptly, and her pupils contracted instantly.

He's here.

He found this place?

She covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound, and curled up in the quilt, pretending that she was not a thing.

Outside the door, Fu Beichen waited quietly.

There was no response from inside; it was eerily quiet.

He raised his hand again and tapped it.

"knock."

This time, the sound was louder, but inside the door, it remained deathly silent.

Just then, a bodyguard rushed over from the elevator entrance, his voice low but urgent.

"President Fu, Bai Yu has left on his private jet! His destination is the capital!"

The bodyguard, panting heavily, added another sentence.

"There was another woman with us, and judging from her figure... she looked a lot like my wife."

Damn it!

Fu Beichen's face instantly darkened, and the atmosphere around him became frighteningly tense.

He stared at the tightly closed door in front of him, his eyes filled with malice.