Chapter 95 He Dares Not Gamble (Please Leave a Good Review)

Lin Qi, who was standing nearby, was terrified and almost jumped up in panic.

Has the boss gone mad? How could he say such hurtful things?!

"Embryo?"

Gu Xingnian repeated the two words, then suddenly laughed softly, a laugh filled with despair and shrillness.

As I was laughing, large tears suddenly rolled down my cheeks without warning.

It felt as if he had ripped her heart out with his own hands, causing her unbearable pain, and then, in front of everyone, it was as if she had been torn to pieces.

Seeing her distressed expression, Fu Beichen felt an indescribable pang of heartache.

He desperately wanted to tell her that wasn't true; he wished he could tear Wang Huilan to pieces.

However, at this moment, he had no choice but to protect Wang Huilan.

He screamed in his heart: Xing'er, don't cry, please, don't cry...

He reached out a hand uncontrollably, wanting to wipe away the tears on her face.

The next second, Gu Xingnian suddenly grabbed his large hand.

Then, she opened her mouth and bit down hard!

I used all my strength!

She stared intently at him, her tear-filled eyes burning with a frenzied hatred.

Fu Beichen's body stiffened abruptly, and he let out a suppressed groan, but he did not push her away.

He just stood there, letting her vent her anger.

Fresh blood quickly oozed from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her face, a glaringly red color.

Her eyes held an undisguised, murderous hatred.

"Brother Beichen!" Jiang Kexin screamed, her face full of heartache and fear.

"Push her away! She's gone mad!"

Gu Xingnian finally relented.

Her lips were stained with his blood, as if she had applied the most vibrant lipstick.

She looked up at him coldly, and said, word by word, with absolute clarity:

"Fu Beichen".

"I will never forgive you."

Never!

As soon as she finished speaking, everything went black before her eyes, and her body went limp as she fell backward.

"Nian Nian!"

Lu Lie reacted quickly, catching her immediately and holding her tightly in his arms.

Looking at Gu Xingnian, who was pale and barely breathing in his arms, his eyes were filled with tension and tenderness.

He carefully picked her up horizontally, turned around, and shot a cold look at Fu Beichen.

"Fu Beichen, you can't protect the person the Lu family wants!"

We'll see.

After saying that, he picked up Gu Xingnian and strode towards the car parked not far away.

Six bodyguards quickly followed, and the group soon left the scene.

After the person left, Fu Beichen remained standing there, stiff.

The deep teeth marks on my wrist were still oozing blood, and the wounds were burning with pain.

But the place where he felt the pain was more in his chest cavity.

It was empty there, like a huge hole, or like something had crushed it, and he was in so much pain he felt like he was going to die.

"Brother Beichen, you're bleeding. Let me bandage you up..."

Jiang Kexin timidly stepped forward, trying to get closer to him, her face filled with worry.

"Get out of my way!"

Fu Beichen shoved her away suddenly, the force of which caused her to stagger back several steps and almost fall.

The Jiang family members are now someone he hates terribly.

He didn't even glance at Wang Huilan, who was still lying on the ground, and coldly gave orders to the bodyguards beside him.

"Keep an eye on this spot!"

"Wang Huilan is not allowed to go anywhere without my permission!"

After saying that, he turned around abruptly and strode towards his car.

The sports car roared, its tires screeching against the ground, and sped away, disappearing in an instant at the end of the road.

Jiang Kexin stood there, watching his car disappear into the distance, the worry and fear on her face gradually fading away.

She slowly curled the corners of her mouth into a smile.

That smile revealed undisguised joy!

...

The office of the president of the Fu Group.

Fu Beichen's aura was frighteningly low, like an ice sculpture that could crack at any moment.

Lu Qinglin's fingers trembled as he scrolled through the messages and photos on Fu Beichen's phone, his eyes wide as saucers.

"impossible!"

He looked up abruptly, his voice cracking.

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"Gu Xingnian is Du Lunuo's mistress? What a joke!"

"That Drunno is a complete madman! He tortured and killed seven of his wives! Seven!"

"You actually believe this kind of nonsense?"

Fu Beichen's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water, and his jawline was taut.

He spoke, but his voice was terribly hoarse.

"I don't believe it either. But I don't dare to gamble."

On the phone screen was the video of her previous kidnapping, but the camera angle was clearly different. There was also a photo of a little girl with an innocent, childlike face; her features were unmistakably those of Gu Xingnian as a child.

That message was piercing to the heart:

Gu Xingnian was once Du Lunuo's mistress and possesses a vast collection of R-rated short films. If she loses control of Wang Huilan, they will be available for viewing worldwide.

"The video and photos sent are real."

Fu Beichen closed his eyes, his temples throbbing.

"I dare not gamble!"

He knew all too well how damaging that message was; once it was exposed, Gu Xingnian's life would be ruined.

Lu Qinglin frowned, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously, lost in thought.

"Gu Xingnian's file has two years of blank space. No records can be found..."

"Could it be...could it be that she was imprisoned by that madman for those two years?"

This guess hit Fu Beichen like a heavy hammer.

His breathing instantly became heavy, and his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked.

Imprisonment? Two years?

He dared not think further; the scene was too cruel and too dark.

He was afraid he would go crazy.

Just then, there was a double knock, and the office door was pushed open.

Lin Qi strode in, carrying a document.

"President Fu, we've found it! Duruno arrived in Haicheng half a month ago."

"The timing... was the day before my wife was kidnapped."

"Currently, there is no record of his departure from the country."

Fu Beichen suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

Could it be...?

Was Gu Xingnian's kidnapping really orchestrated by Duruno? This thought sent chills down his spine once again.

Suddenly, Fu Beichen seemed to realize something crucial.

"wrong."

His eyes sharpened.

“A woman who has truly suffered that level of harm cannot possibly be without psychological trauma.”

"It's even less likely that I would easily accept intimate behavior with a man."

He recalled his first time with Gu Xingnian.

Although he wasn't fully conscious at the time, he could clearly feel her shyness and nervousness.

And... that red stain on his sheets.

It was clearly her first time.

This doesn't match the claims of being "Duruno's mistress" and having "a vast collection of short films" at all!

"Since Durano hasn't left the country yet, I'll dig three feet into the ground to find him!"

Lu Qinglin's eyes also turned fierce.

After saying that, he turned around and strode out, with a fierce air about him.

Only Fu Beichen and Lin Qi remained in the office.

Lin Qi hesitated for a moment, then added in a low voice.

"Mr. Fu, your wife... is currently at the Sheng family's residence."

Fu Beichen wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. "Have Qingzhao keep an eye on things over there."

He dared not see her now. She was furious, and his presence would only add fuel to the fire and provoke her further.

Once she calms down a bit...

He went again to apologize.

Looking at him like this, Lin Qi felt a little admiration!

It turns out that he reluctantly protected Wang Huilan, this potential threat, but it was all to protect his wife!

But, my dear wife, this time I'm truly heartbroken!

...

On the other side.

The dark, damp, and sealed room reeked of a foul odor mixed with the smell of rust and blood.

A man was bound to a specially made rack with thick iron chains.

His head was bowed, his hair matted together with sweat and blood, obscuring his face.

His once robust physique is now so thin that he is almost nothing but skin and bones.

His body was covered with a crisscrossing network of old and new wounds, some of which were still oozing blood.

"Slap! Slap!"

The crisp crack of the whip echoed in the enclosed space.

The man groaned, his body trembling violently.

The heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside, and a woman dressed in an exquisite suit with impeccable makeup walked in.

In the dim light, her red lips curved into a cold smile.

That smile held no warmth, only a chilling coldness.

She stared at the man for a few seconds, then turned her head and gave instructions to the servant holding the whip beside her.

His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable command.

"Give him some IV fluids. Keep him alive, whatever you do, don't let him die now."

"That would be too easy on him."

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