Chapter 96 You Don't Deserve It (Seeking votes and positive reviews)
At noon, Gu Xingnian received a message from Lu Lie: Zhu Yongmei, who was being escorted to the police station, was involved in a car accident and died on the spot!
From then on, no one could testify against Wang Huilan, and she would go unpunished.
Gu Xingnian's eyes turned bloodshot. She clenched her fists tightly, her sharp nails digging into her palms until they bled.
If it weren't for Fu Beichen's intervention, the two murderers would have been imprisoned long ago.
Sheng Weiwei looked at the blood dripping from her palm and walked out angrily.
...
At night, the Fu family's old house was brightly lit.
Gu Xingnian received a call and went back to the old house. Originally, she planned to come over on the weekend because she was about to leave and naturally wanted to have a meal with her grandfather.
At the dinner table, Fu Shihong kept putting food into Gu Xingnian's bowl.
"Niannian, eat more, you've lost weight."
Gu Xingnian smiled and chatted with the old man about everyday matters, creating a warm atmosphere.
Sudden.
Footsteps sounded at the restaurant entrance, and the butler respectfully stepped forward: "Young Master, you're back."
Fu Beichen was wearing a dark suit, with a tall and straight figure and deep-set eyes.
He nodded and walked straight to the empty seat to Fu Shihong's right, sitting down directly opposite Gu Xingnian.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Fu Shihong acted as if he hadn't seen him and continued to happily serve food to Gu Xingnian: "Niannian, try this orange rib, it's your favorite."
Gu Xingnian looked at the orange-yellow ribs in the bowl, thanked them, picked up a piece, put it to her mouth, and took a small bite.
Immediately, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"It's so sour! Grandpa, did you put too much vinegar in?"
Fu Shihong exclaimed, "Oh no! I remember two months ago, you really liked sour food, didn't you? You ate a whole plate of it that day, and you even asked for more that night. I specifically asked the kitchen to put in extra vinegar this time!"
Gu Xingnian's hand, holding the chopsticks, paused. Two months ago...
Fu Beichen's gaze darkened, as if it had been frozen solid. Two months ago...
Gu Xingnian took a deep breath and casually picked up a piece of fish for Fu Shihong, trying to keep her voice steady:
"Grandpa, try this fish. It's steamed and it's good for your health."
Fu Shihong's attention was diverted, and he happily ate the fish.
She then carefully instructed, "Grandpa, remember to take the little green pills I gave you on time. In the future... I may not come often, so please don't be lazy."
Fu Shihong's smile faded slightly. He sighed and suddenly said:
“Girl, although you are no longer destined to be a daughter-in-law of the Fu family, how about you become my granddaughter? That way, you can rightfully come back to see me often.”
Gu Xingnian felt a warmth in her heart and was about to speak.
"Can't!"
Fu Beichen's resolute voice shattered the tenderness; his eyes were sharp, and his tone left no room for argument.
Fu Shihong got angry as soon as he saw him, and slammed his cane down heavily: "This family is not your place to make the decisions!"
Gu Xingnian quickly grasped Fu Shihong's hand and patted it gently: "Grandpa, those are just formalities. Don't worry, I will... call you often."
She changed the word "come back" to "make a phone call".
Fu Shihong sighed: "Alright, alright, as long as you still have me as your grandfather in your heart, that's fine!"
He had lost his appetite.
"Niannian, come with me to the side hall to play a game of chess."
"Okay." Gu Xingnian helped Fu Shihong and slowly walked towards the side hall.
Only Fu Beichen remained in the restaurant.
He stared at the plate of orange ribs on the table, which had barely been touched; its bright orange color was glaring.
A dull ache is throbbing somewhere in my chest.
It spread to every part of the body.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when Gu Xingnian finally came out of the side hall, ready to call the driver to come and pick her up.
A figure blocked her way.
Fu Beichen.
He smelled faintly of alcohol and looked at her with a complicated expression.
"I'll take you back." His voice was a little hoarse.
Gu Xingnian's face was expressionless, and her voice was as cold as ice: "No need to trouble President Fu. I've always come and gone alone. I'm used to it."
Mr. Fu.
These two words pierced Fu Beichen's heart like needles.
His throat tightened slightly: "Xingnian, I'll give you an explanation for what happened today. Can you... wait for me for a few days? Wait for me..."
"No need," Gu Xingnian interrupted him.
She raised her eyes and looked directly at him, her gaze calm and serene, yet filled with a chilling coldness.
"Zhu Yongmei is dead, so there is no one left to testify against Wang Huilan."
Fu Beichen's tall frame jolted, his pupils contracting: "Dead?"
His face showed undisguised astonishment.
Looking at his appearance, Gu Xingnian suddenly curled up a very faint smile, a smile full of mockery.
"Fu Beichen, you've got what you wanted."
Looking at her cold and unfamiliar appearance, he felt a huge panic surge in his heart.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones.
"Xingnian! I didn't do it! I will definitely find out the truth! You have to believe me!"
Gu Xingnian forcefully shook off his hand; her actions were resolute and without the slightest hesitation.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
She spoke softly, then changed the subject, her tone light and airy, as if she were talking about today's weather.
"It's just an 'embryo.' It's not worth Mr. Fu taking it to heart."
She pronounced the word 'embryo' with a nonchalant air.
But her eyes were filled with intense venom and boundless hatred.
Fu Beichen's heart panicked even more, as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, causing him pain so intense that he felt like he was suffocating.
He suddenly stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged her tightly.
His body was trembling slightly.
“I’m sorry… Xingnian… I’m sorry… I didn’t know things would turn out like this… Please don’t hate me… Please, don’t hate me…”
He apologized incoherently, his voice filled with pain and despair.
Gu Xingnian let him hold her without struggling or responding.
A moment later, she reached out, placed her hand against his chest, and forcefully pushed him away.
She looked at him, a faint, almost pitying expression on her face.
"hate you?"
"Fu Beichen, you are not worthy."
After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.
But this time, she didn't cry!
Fu Beichen stood frozen in place, watching her resolute departing figure, slender yet upright.
He clearly wanted to keep her by his side so much, yet he didn't pursue her.
He so desperately wanted to call her "Xing'er," but he didn't.
The words "You don't deserve it" echoed in his ears like a curse.
Every word was like a sharp knife, slowly tearing him apart.
May he be torn to pieces!
Suddenly, a wet sensation slid down his face. He dared not touch it, not knowing what it was!
Tagore once famously said: "My eyes are raining for her, but my heart is holding an umbrella for her. That is love!"
However, those involved are often blinded by their own perspective!
...
On the other side, in the brightly lit garden of a large villa.
Sheng Weiwei held her breath, crouched low, and skillfully dodged the surveillance cameras outside the villa.
Her outfit today was as ordinary as a cleaning lady who had just finished get off work, and the man behind her was even less attractive. The small camera he was clutching tightly in his arms was the real purpose of their trip.
Jiang Kexin's private villa has security that, while not top-tier, is still quite tight.
The two sneaked into Jiang Kexin's master bedroom without incident, the air still lingering with the lavish perfume scent of the party.
Time passed second by second.
Sheng Weiwei squatted behind the huge floor-to-ceiling curtains, her legs were numb.
The man next to her was even more nervous than she was, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Sister Weiwei, is it okay?" he asked in a low, trembling voice.
"Shut up! Wait!" Sheng Weiwei snapped, her eyes sharp as an eagle's as she stared intently at the door.
As it approached midnight, the loud music downstairs finally stopped, and the party seemed to have ended.
Now!
The bedroom door clicked open from the outside.
A tall woman walked in, followed by three tall men.
Everyone was wearing elaborate masks, obscuring their faces.
That woman was undoubtedly Jiang Kexin.
She walked lazily to the bedside, lay down directly on it, and acted like a queen giving orders.
What followed was that blush-inducing scene.
Behind the camera, Sheng Weiwei's eyes were wide open.
Stimulate.
That was so exciting!
Holy crap, you can do that?
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