Chapter 58 He is withering away... Find him at all costs...
Gu Zeming pushed open the apartment door. The room was mostly empty, and the sweet and warm atmosphere that Jiang Chuyu had once filled the room was slowly dissipating.
He rushed to finish his company business and rushed back to Beijing from Shanghai overnight, thinking he would see Jiang Chuyu curled up on the sofa watching TV as usual, or running over to give him a hug.
Unexpectedly, she gave him such a big "surprise".
The bedroom door was open. He put down his suitcase and strode inside.
The entire room was spotless, and the furniture was as clean as new, as if no one had ever lived there.
Gu Zeming's gaze swept across the bedside table and landed on the box Jiang Chuyu had left for him.
He opened it; inside were all the gifts he had given Jiang Chuyu before. Among the pile of jewelry, he found a note she had written, which contained only a few simple words: I'm leaving, please don't look for me.
Gu Zeming stared at the line of words, the color draining from his face little by little, his eyes becoming terrifyingly sinister.
You want to end things with him with just one sentence?
His initial reaction was still so naive.
Gu Zeming crumpled the paper into a ball, his face growing increasingly gloomy.
He vaguely recalled that night, when they were locked in a passionate embrace on this very bed, and she nestled against him, sobbing and confiding her grievances. When she said she would face the future with him, her eyes were clear and full of affection, glistening with tears… It turned out, it was all an act.
She took advantage of his guilt and trust, and staged a brilliant escape.
He was scammed.
downright.
Jiang Chuyu may want to kiss him and sleep with him, but she never really wanted to marry him.
He chuckled softly in the empty apartment.
The laughter was hoarse and chilling, with a terrifying madness.
"Chu Yu..." He repeated her name over and over again, as if he wanted to grind it between his teeth, "You'd better hide well, don't let me find you."
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When Qin Shengya found Gu Zeming, he hadn't slept for three days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face, which had been called "divine" by countless people, was now as emaciated and dejected as a homeless man.
Qin Shengya had reason to believe that if she had arrived a few hours later, Gu Zeming might really have died.
When Qin Shengya saw him like this, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat for some reason.
She walked over, nudged Gu Zeming's shoulder, and asked him cautiously, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Gu Zeming hung up the number he had dialed thousands of times without success. He slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at her.
Then, Qin Shengya heard words she would never forget in her life.
"She doesn't want me anymore."
He was proud from childhood, and even when he severed ties with his family and made a living by scavenging garbage, he never bowed his head. He was hailed by countless people as the number one noble young master in Beijing's social circle. Now, he is like a pitiful dog abandoned by its owner.
Qin Shengya felt extremely upset. She tried to say some comforting words, but Gu Zeming sneered.
"But it doesn't matter, I will find her."
Even if it takes a lifetime and no expense, I must find her, lock her up in a glass room filled with flowers, where she can only receive his watering every day, and die beside him.
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Jiang Chuyu didn't have many friends, just a handful. He called them one by one to ask, and when he asked Caiyan, she was also puzzled.
"You mean Chu Yu? We haven't been in touch lately. I thought you guys went on your graduation trip. What happened to her?"
"It's okay. Please let me know if she contacts you."
After hanging up the phone, Gu Zeming asked several more people, but still couldn't get any useful information. However, during their conversation, Lin Yun inadvertently mentioned someone's name.
Li Sen.
With his abilities, he could indeed hide Jiang Chuyu from all of them.
A restless flame began to burn silently beneath Gu Ze's calm exterior, scorching him intensely.
He drove to Baili Pharmaceutical, but Li Sen avoided him, not even letting him into the company, clearly intending to embarrass him.
But Li Sen overestimated Gu Zeming's sense of morality.
In the circle of wealthy second-generation heirs in Beijing, Gu Zeming has never lost to anyone. Many people dislike him and want to make him suffer, but they really can't do anything about it.
After getting off work in the evening, Li Sen drove his car out of the parking lot.
Gu Zeming started the car and followed at a leisurely pace.
He kept chasing, and the two cars got closer and closer until they were driving side by side.
Li Sen frowned. Just as the car was about to enter a single-vehicle exit lane, Gu Zeming suddenly stepped on the gas, and the blue sedan slid sideways, completely blocking the way.
Caught off guard, Li Sen slammed on the brakes, stopping the car just centimeters from Gu Zeming's door.
He looked up, still shaken.
Gu Zeming pushed open the car door, stepped out with his long legs, leaned against the car, and looked at him coldly.
Where is Chuyu?
This person has completely gone mad.
Li Sen took a deep breath, rolled down the car window, and said stiffly, "I did have the idea of helping her, but she didn't contact me."
That's all I have to say.
Believe it or not.
Gu Zeming stared at Li Sen expressionlessly for a moment, then turned away.
Li Sen called out to him, his tone carrying a sense of admonition and reminder.
"You'll scare her if you do that."
Gu Zeming frowned, his dark eyes filled with pure coldness and obsession.
"This is none of your business."
She's not at home, nor anywhere in the country, so there's only one possibility left.
In fact, Gu Zeming already had the answer in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit it. Jiang Chuyu had been planning to leave him from the very beginning.
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During the new school year, the Academic Affairs Office of University A remained open as usual.
Gu Zeming pushed the door open and went in.
The office was small, with dark brown filing cabinets lining the walls. A teacher sat behind the desk at the far end, looking up from a pile of documents, his glasses slipping down to the bridge of his nose.
"Excuse me." Gu Zeming smiled slightly, appearing polite and refined. "I'd like to inquire about pursuing further studies abroad after graduation."
The teacher pointed to the chair in front of the table: "Sit down. Which department are you from? Which program would you like to inquire about?"
Gu Zeming sat down as instructed, his posture relaxed but not casual: "It's not me, it's for my sister. She's a senior majoring in Chinese Language and Literature, and she plans to study abroad after graduation. Her family asked me to help her find out more about the situation."
"Oh, little sister." The teacher adjusted his glasses, looked down at the computer screen, and opened a spreadsheet. "Which major is she interested in?"
"Fashion design".
"What a coincidence. This year, a student from the Faculty of Arts also chose this major for further studies abroad and ended up receiving an offer from ESMOD in France..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the person get up and hurriedly walk out.
The teacher was a little confused.
Are students these days so impatient?
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The Qin Group headquarters was supposed to appoint a new general manager today, which was supposed to be a rehearsal for the transfer of power and a well-deserved coronation.
However, the person who was to be promoted was late in showing up and instead went to the president's office.
After autumn arrives, Beijing is shrouded in fog, and even the air is murky.
Qin Jiyuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor, looking down at the city shrouded in smog.
Gu Zeming placed a letter on his desk.
"This is my resignation letter."
He was determined to leave.
Qin Jiyuan slowly turned around, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment, his sharp phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to find some clues in his overly calm face.
"You want to go see her?"
"That's my business."
"Your business?"
Qin Jiyuan smiled knowingly and nodded. He walked behind his desk, took out a wooden box, opened it, and inside was a row of Havana cigars.
He took out one, slowly cut it open with scissors, and then handed it to Gu Zeming.
The air seemed to freeze.
Gu Zeming has a slight case of mysophobia and never smokes. Apart from Jiang Chuyu's scent, he hates any other smells that cling to him.
Gu Zeming raised an eyebrow as he looked at the cigar offered to him.
After a brief pause, he reached out and took it.
Qin Jiyuan tossed him a lighter.
He held the cigarette and tapped it lightly twice on the box lid. The silver lighter silently flipped open between his fingers, and the orange-red flame rose steadily, illuminating his lowered eyelashes.
He lit a cigar and watched the flames lick the base of the cigar, the tobacco leaves slowly burning.
In the past, Gu Zeming looked down on Qin Jiyuan. No matter how much outsiders feared Qin Jiyuan, in his eyes, he was nothing more than a black widow who had lost Gu Qingru and would never deserve happiness.
The strong, primal aroma of tobacco instantly flooded my throat, followed by an intense, nauseating dizziness, and my mouth was filled with an extreme bitterness I had never experienced before.
Qin Jiyuan squinted at him, then lit a cigar himself.
A wisp of bluish-gray smoke rose slowly as he spoke: "Do you know why she left? Because you are not worthy of her and happiness in your current position."
At this point, Qin Jiyuan's tone was somewhat sarcastic: "Although your mother was ruthless, at least she still loved me. You found a woman even more ruthless than your mother; she doesn't even want you."
His words were a stab to the heart, causing him extreme pain.
Gu Zeming closed his eyes briefly, his fingers holding the cigar trembling uncontrollably. The ash, unable to withstand the pressure, fell little by little, leaving grayish-white marks on the clean tabletop.
The first time he experienced the feeling of being worse than dead was the day he lost Jiang Chuyu. His world was devoid of sunshine and was always shrouded in smog.
The two faced off in silence for a few minutes. Qin Jiyuan threw his resignation letter into the trash can and gave him a leave slip instead.
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In late autumn, as dusk falls early in Paris, the coffee shop on the corner of Boulevard Haussmann is bathed in warm light.
Gu Zeming opened the files sent by the private investigation firm.
All the information points to one conclusion: Jiang Chuyu is not in ESMOD.
She knew he was smart and not easily fooled, so she applied to the school for a one-year deferral of her enrollment.
When Gu Zeming arrived in Paris, she had already embarked on her planned round-the-world trip.
The world is so big, she can go anywhere.
Jiang Chuyu's first stop was Aubazine, the birthplace of Chanel.
Hidden among the mountains, far from the hustle and bustle, this monastery has a hard and simple appearance, with a kind of coldness that has been tempered by the passage of time.
Here, there is neither the glitz and glamour of Paris nor the crowds and hustle of Beijing; only an almost austere tranquility.
Jiang Chuyu followed the sparse tourists into the convent, imagining a little girl named Gabrielle Chanel spending her youth here.
What this land gave her was not gentleness and sweetness, but loneliness and discipline.
Most of the design elements that later revolutionized the entire women's fashion industry originated from this.
Jiang Chuyu climbed from a small village to Beijing, and now she's here; her goal has never changed.
She just wanted a dress that belonged to her, a dress that no one could cut off.
After visiting the monastery and returning to her hotel, Jiang Chuyu found her old diary.
She randomly flipped to a page, which was covered with her blasphemous remarks about Gu Zeming.
After he discovered it, she originally intended to burn it, but she never had time to deal with it.
There's no need to burn her now, because she's no longer having a relapse.
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