Chapter 131 Gu Xingnian's "Last Words"
As night fell, the families and children in the dining area of the lobby gradually dispersed.
Sheng Weiwei suddenly asked again, "Are there any customs associated with a woman proposing to a man?"
Looking at the spirited girl, Zhan Xiao slowly said, "They will pick seven-colored fruits, make them into bracelets, and give them to their beloved men to express their love."
"Wow, a seven-colored fruit bracelet, that sounds so romantic!" Sheng Weiwei's eyes lit up. "When I have time, I'll get you a seven-colored fruit bracelet too!"
She looked at Zhan Xiao with undisguised and deep love in her eyes.
Zhan Xiao simply looked at her with affection, without shattering her beautiful fantasy.
She probably doesn't know that the Seven-Colored Fruit is so precious and rare because it grows at the bottom of a deep, cold lake, making it impossible for ordinary people to pick.
Moreover, each of the seven-colored fruit trees will only bear fruit of one color per year, and the color will change every year.
Collecting seven different colored fruits is easier said than done.
In wealthy neighborhoods, seven-colored fruit bracelets are not fashionable; they are considered too cheap. But in poor neighborhoods, girls start collecting seven-colored fruits for their sweethearts as early as thirteen, when they first fall in love.
By the time they reach adulthood, they can collect all seven colors and weave them into a bracelet full of love, which they can then use to propose to the man they love on special occasions.
Gu Xingnian's eyes lit up immediately. The Seven-Colored Fruit, could it be the legendary little fairy fruit that is mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining with the Seven-Colored Brocade? So they both grow in Madu!
Fu Beichen immediately noticed her micro-expression; she was interested in the Seven-Colored Fruit.
As the banquet drew to a close, Gu Xingnian and Sheng Weiwei had both drunk quite a bit of red wine, their cheeks flushed a beautiful rosy hue, and their eyes were slightly glazed, making them quite a sight to behold.
Sheng Weiwei staggered over to Gu Xingnian, wrapped her arms around her neck, and whispered in her ear, her voice slurred with drunkenness:
"Niannian... my dear Niannian... you must... you absolutely must bring my brother home safely... the old man will be overjoyed when he finds out!"
"Okay, okay, I understand." Gu Xingnian smiled and patted her back gently, responding softly.
"I'll take care of her." Zhan Xiao walked over at some point, and without saying a word, he picked up the completely drunk Sheng Weiwei and carried her steadily upstairs.
As soon as she entered the room, Sheng Weiwei's true nature as a female hooligan was revealed. She began to grope and pinch Zhan Xiao.
Zhan Xiao grabbed her small hand, his hot breath, reeking of alcohol, brushing against her ear. "Didn't you say it still hurt? Don't provoke me!"
The low, muffled noise carried a sense of restraint!
Sheng Weiwei raised her eyes, smiled sternly, but recklessly bit his Adam's apple, yelling, "Hurry up and help me change my clothes, I want to go to sleep!"
Zhan Xiao's heart trembled. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her lips, and peeled away the cumbersome clothes from her body.
The kiss, tinged with the smell of alcohol, became unstoppable. He picked her up and pinned her against the wall...
Sheng Weiwei trembled violently, suddenly sobering up, but she couldn't stop his frenzied plunder!
Let him lead me, once again sinking into the mountains, the deep sea, and the clouds...
The lobby instantly became much quieter.
Fu Beichen picked up a glass of warm water with his slender fingers and handed it to Gu Xingnian.
"Are you alright?" His deep voice was particularly clear in the quiet space. "Want to go for a walk and sober up?"
Gu Xingnian took the water glass, feeling the warmth from her fingertips.
She nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Mm."
Gu Xingnian and Fu Beichen stood side by side on the edge of the cliff.
The distant night view was as dazzling as a galaxy, and the searchlight on the top of the castle rotated slowly and steadily, like a giant eye, surveying every corner of the city.
It illuminates the darkness, but also brings a strange sense of oppression.
"Is that light... a warning light?" Gu Xingnian asked softly, her fingers unconsciously curling slightly.
Fu Beichen's gaze also fell on the beam of light, his voice steady: "That's the symbol of Maduri. No matter what happens, as long as the searchlight is on, it means everything is safe."
Safety.
A strange sense of respect welled up in Gu Xingnian's heart—a respect for the real "Mr. Xi" whom she had never met.
She sighed softly, "If only that wall could be torn down someday."
She paused, then added, "By then, there will be no class distinctions, and the rich and poor can freely marry."
Upon hearing this, Fu Beichen glanced sideways, then looked up at the night sky. The moon was round, its clear light shining everywhere.
"The moonlight is lovely, make a wish," he said in a low voice.
Gu Xingnian raised her eyes, shifting her gaze from the bright moon to his profile bathed in moonlight.
The golden mask reflected a cold luster, making her feel somewhat dazed.
She took a deep breath, her eyes unusually serious, "If one day I die, please don't bury me."
The sound wasn't loud, but it reached Fu Beichen's ears clearly.
"I want to be in charge of my own life in my next life."
After saying that, she tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile, but her eyes were glistening with tears.
She once thought that her love was separated by mountains and seas, but that mountains and seas could be leveled, that there were boats to cross the seas and roads to travel through the mountains, but she was completely defeated by time.
I don't want to make the same mistake again!
Fu Beichen felt a sudden jolt in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by something sharp.
She hopes... she won't be his wife in her next life?
Or perhaps she didn't want to marry "Mr. Xi"?
The night wind tousled her long hair and blew off her armor, leaving only a facade of strength.
She turned around and looked into the distance. "I once gave a man a pair of sapphire cufflinks. They were very beautiful. I hope he still remembers them."
Yes, these were her final "last words".
Fu Beichen had seen those cufflinks before; they were a birthday gift she gave him last year.
He just hadn't been wearing it! I don't know why she was thinking about this now?
Suddenly, he instinctively reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Her body was a little stiff, but she did not refuse.
This might be their last embrace in this life.
She leaned quietly against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.
“Mr. Xi,” she said softly, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, “from now on, take good care of yourself.”
After saying that, she gently pushed him away, turned around, and left without looking back!
Resolute, yet tinged with solitary courage.
His heart felt as if it had been ripped open, bleeding profusely!
The night grew deeper.
He remained standing on the edge of the cliff, the cold wind whipping his clothes in the wind.
Zhan Xiao appeared out of nowhere and handed him a cigarette.
"I heard that Mr. Xi has transferred the team's main force to the south." Zhan Xiao lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said in an ambiguous tone, "It seems that there will be a tough battle tomorrow."
Fu Beichen took the cigarette but did not light it; he simply held it between his fingers.
“I don’t care if you’re a war tyrant or not,” he said coldly, with an undeniable force, “I hope you can guard this place well tomorrow and prevent them from getting hurt.”
He had long seen through this Zhan Xiao, realizing he was an imposter, a bloodthirsty demon. How could he possibly fall in love with Sheng Weiwei?
Upon hearing this, "Warhawk" chuckled softly, the sound of which was particularly clear in the night wind.
“The real Mr. Xi would not be so distressed over a woman, much less transfer half the city’s resources because of her.”
How could he not know that the Mr. Xi before him was a fake?
The two men looked at each other across the night, each understanding something from the other's eyes.
They all have someone they want to protect, someone more important than life itself.
Around 5 a.m., Fu Beichen put on his black combat uniform, boarded the helicopter, and headed to the South Station Forest.
He will avenge her; he will shield her from her misfortune; he will never allow anyone to harm her even a little bit again...
The next day, Gu Xingnian woke up feeling extremely dizzy.
The sunlight was blinding; it was already noon.
She sat up abruptly. How could she have been sleeping so soundly? She shouldn't have been like this after drinking last night.
The faint, cool fragrance in her room... it was sleeping incense! He actually used that on her!
Gu Xingnian was burning with anxiety. She hurriedly changed her clothes and ran downstairs.
Downstairs in the restaurant, Zhan Xiao and Sheng Weiwei were having lunch.
The aroma of food filled the air, but it did nothing to alleviate Gu Xingnian's anxiety.
Upon seeing her, Sheng Weiwei immediately put down her knife and fork and came to greet her, her big eyes full of concern.
"Niannian, you're finally awake! My goodness, you were even more drunk than me!"
She took Gu Xingnian's hand and touched her forehead. "Does your head hurt? I asked the kitchen to make some hangover soup. Drink some."
Gu Xingnian had no interest in drinking the soup; her eyes scanned the restaurant anxiously.
"Where is Mr. Fu...?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling slightly.
Sheng Weiwei tilted her head, looking bewildered. "Mr. Xi? I don't see him. I guess... he's still not awake?"
Gu Xingnian's heart sank, and she turned to rush upstairs.
“Mr. Xi left this morning.” Zhan Xiao spoke abruptly, his voice calm and devoid of emotion.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin and continued, "He asked me to tell you to stay here and wait for him to come back."
Gu Xingnian stopped in her tracks, turned around abruptly, and looked at Zhan Xiao in disbelief.
"He went... to the south?"
Zhan Xiao remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
"Send me down the mountain!" Gu Xingnian shouted at the bodyguards guarding the door, her voice commanding.
The bodyguard, expressionless, bowed slightly and told her that no one was allowed to enter or leave without Mr. Xi's orders. The road down the mountain was already blocked.
So, he's putting her under house arrest? Gu Xingnian trembled with anger, but was at a loss for what to do.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and turned around abruptly, her eyes resolute as she walked towards Zhan Xiao. "Mr. Zhan, can we talk?"
A moment later, Zhan Xiao and Gu Xingnian walked out of the study side by side.
His expression was somber. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Send a helicopter up here, along with a team of men."
Gu Xingnian persuaded Zhan Xiao to fight alongside her with just one sentence: the power of love!
After calming Sheng Weiwei down, they soon boarded the helicopter and sped south.
Near the southern mountainous area, the air was already filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Looking out the porthole, Gu Xingnian saw at least seven or eight places in the forest where thick smoke was rising, as if a fierce battle had just taken place.
In the distance, the faint sound of gunfire could be heard.
Her heart clenched even tighter.
The helicopter hovered over a relatively flat hilltop.
The sudden appearance of the helicopter caused the two sides engaged in a fierce firefight to pause for a moment in an eerie manner.
All eyes turned to this uninvited guest.
The hatch slowly opened.
Gu Xingnian stood at the cabin door, the mountain wind blowing her long hair, revealing a pretty face as cold as ice, her eyes sharp as knives.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner.
"Alvin, I'm here."
When Alvin saw Gu Xingnian's face, a terrifying fervor erupted in his eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing its most delicious prey.
He suddenly raised one hand, his voice trembling with excitement, "Everyone! Fall back! Prepare to welcome our distinguished guest—the real God N!"
His men quickly returned to their positions and changed formation, clearly preparing for a final battle.
On the other side, the moment Fu Beichen saw Gu Xingnian's face, his brows furrowed deeply.
His deep eyes blazed with fury, and he practically gritted his teeth as he cursed under his breath.
That damn warlord!
Hidden deep within, another pair of eyes stared at that pretty face, their gazes unfathomable...
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