Before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill run down her back. Turning her head, she saw Gu Jingchen staring at her with a gloomy expression.

That look made her uneasy.

"Ningning, she's not dead!"

Gu Jingchen replied indifferently. He walked straight through the living room to the dining table and poured himself a glass of water.

The air around them suddenly froze. Mr. Gu, who had just arrived, stared at Gu Jingchen. Gu Jingchen looked no different from usual, but Mr. Gu's heart was pounding. He felt that something was wrong with the man!

When he arrived, Mr. Gu couldn't bring himself to say what he had prepared. He ignored the old lady's glare and slowly found a seat.

"Cough cough cough!"

As the smoke dissipated, the old lady pretended to be choked, turned to look at Mr. Gu, and asked him to speak.

The master wouldn't say anything, so she had to come.

She's over eighty years old and she said the wrong thing. Does that mean Gu Jingchen would lay a hand on her?

"Jingchen, since we can't find him, try to think more positively."

For Old Mrs. Gu, the fact that Su Ning couldn't be found was truly a blessing in disguise. She was very worried, unsure how to get Gu Jingchen to compromise.

This Su Ning comes from a poor family and is a good-for-nothing; how can she compare to the Xu family's daughter?

Brainwashed by Gu Ran, she decided that Miss Xu was the best.

Seeing that Gu Jingchen, who had his back to her, remained silent, Old Madam Gu sighed and continued with pity, "To be honest, Su Ning is also a pitiful person. She is so young, yet she has suffered so much. Actually, it would be better for her to die."

Death would be a relief, and it would not stop Jingchen and Miss Xu from being together, nor would it cause the Gu family to split apart.

"Mom," Mr. Gu said softly, thinking of Gu Jingchen's feelings for Su Ning, "It's just that Su Ning hasn't been found yet."

He couldn't forget the look Gu Jingchen had given him earlier. He couldn't really push his son to his death; he only had one son.

"They fell into the sea, and their legs are broken. How could they possibly be alive!" the old woman said dismissively.

With a "crack," as the old lady finished speaking, the cup in Gu Jingchen's hand fell to the ground, shards of glass flying everywhere.

He turned around, his already pale face now even more somber as he looked at his two blood relatives.

"Are you going to get out on your own, or should I have someone throw you out?"

Gu Jingchen's blunt words made the old lady feel a tightness in her chest and shortness of breath, almost causing her to faint.

"Look at your good son!" The old lady was genuinely afraid of Gu Jingchen and could only say this to Mr. Gu.

“Jingchen…” Mr. Gu was a dutiful son. He frowned, displeased with Gu Jingchen’s attitude toward the old lady, and was about to scold him when he saw Gu Jingchen walking over and froze.

With a "crackling" sound, Mr. Gu lowered his head, the bloodshot in his eyes growing stronger. Gu Jingchen had come barefoot, stepping on the shards of glass without even frowning.

"Jingchen." Mr. Gu called out in a panic. He wanted to ask, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Gu Jingchen continued forward with a somber expression, the glass shards digging deeper into the soles of his feet.

Yes, he felt no pain, and even deliberately stepped on the shards.

"Ningning is not dead." He said calmly, and the smell of blood filled the living room, so pungent that everyone had to hold their breath.

The old lady was also uneasy; no matter how she looked at him, she felt that something was wrong with her grandson!

He's just a woman, does he really think he'd go crazy for Su Ning?