Chapter 233 Niannian has been taken away.
Gu Xingnian was utterly astonished. Fu Beichen had been here all these days? He hadn't returned to Haicheng?
Zhuang Ruyu rolled his eyes at him, "Taking back a move is not the mark of a true gentleman."
Fu Beichen thought for a moment and then said, "How about we play another round?"
Zhuang Ru glanced at him and asked, "You're still in the mood for this?"
Fu Beichen gave an official smile.
"That's a must."
Gu Xingnian walked over and called out sweetly.
"Grandpa."
Zhuang Ru's facial features softened instantly, and he smiled.
"Sit down first, I'll kill them all without leaving a single one alive."
"good."
No sooner had he placed a piece than Fu Beichen suddenly said something.
"I surrender, I lost."
Zhuang Ruyu paused for a moment, then waved his hand.
"Fine, I'll let you go today."
Zhuang Ru stood up, his tone full of doting affection.
"Xixi, I'll have someone prepare some snacks for you."
Gu Xingnian immediately stood up. "Grandpa, I'll go with you."
She had just taken a step when she was pulled back by a force.
Fu Beichen stepped forward and, without any fear, pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head.
Hmm, this girl seems to have gained weight again, she's gotten quite chubby.
Zhuang Ruyu glanced back but said nothing. "No need, just stay put."
Gu Xingnian slapped his hand and struggled for a moment.
"Let go, release."
Fu Beichen looked aggrieved, his voice slightly hoarse.
"If you hadn't come soon, I would have become a calligrapher and painter by now."
Gu Xingnian looked surprised. "You drew those fish in the yard?"
Fu Beichen's expression darkened.
"Grandpa said that the weather is nice today, so he wants me to dry some fish."
Gu Xingnian covered her mouth and laughed, never expecting him to have this talent.
Fu Beichen said another sentence, his voice very low, his breath brushing against her ear.
"I feel that your three senior uncles are in some danger. The old man seems to favor me as his successor."
"You're dreaming." Gu Xingnian smiled brightly, her eyes and eyebrows curving upwards.
Fu Beichen took her hand in his, his palm warm and dry.
He said, "I have some other masterpieces to show you."
He took her hand and led her into a room.
That was his room, filled with a fresh and pleasant scent.
As soon as he entered, he closed the door and locked it with his backhand; the crisp click sound was particularly clear in the quiet room.
He immediately turned around, pinned the person against the door, and kissed her.
Gu Xingnian's eyes widened instantly, and she covered his mouth with her hand.
"Fu Beichen, what did you say? Have you forgotten already?"
He pulled her hand down and kissed her palm and the back of her hand repeatedly.
"I haven't forgotten." His voice carried a hint of sophistry. "I didn't come looking for you; you came to me yourself."
"I came to see my grandfather, not you." She rolled her eyes at him.
Fu Beichen revealed a charming smile.
"I made a bet with the old man that if you came on your own initiative, I would be free. Luckily you came."
There was a sense of relief in his voice, as if he had regained what he had lost.
"If you go straight back to Haicheng, I won't be able to go back."
Gu Xingnian was clearly amused by him; her cheeks flushed, making her look quite beautiful.
Without saying a word, Fu Beichen pressed the person down and kissed them.
He was like a traveler who had trekked for a long time and finally found that oasis.
"Niannian, I've been missing you so much I'm going crazy." His voice was hoarse as he kissed her passionately.
These past few days have felt like an eternity to him.
He held her tightly, his large hand also busy, giving her no chance to break free.
Gu Xingnian's heart skipped a beat; this guy was so shameless.
He adored her scent; every inch of it fueled his reason, making him unable to resist.
After kissing for a while, he suddenly released her, his face full of astonishment, his pupils constricted.
"Holy shit." He uttered the vulgar word, then flung open the door and rushed out.
Gu Xingnian's mind went blank as she watched him run out in a daze.
I wonder if he's possessed by a ghost, or if he's gone crazy from drawing fish so much?
Is it raining? Are we going to collect the dried fish?
She patted her flushed cheeks, straightened her clothes which he had messed up, and went outside.
At that moment, Fu Beichen hid in a secluded corner and quickly dialed a number.
His fingers were even trembling slightly.
"Lin Qi, how many weeks pregnant do babies usually start to move?"
Lin Qi remained silent on the other end of the phone.
He was playing games with his nephew when his boss called to ask him how many weeks pregnant he would be before the baby started moving. He was completely bewildered.
He quickly put down the joystick and answered seriously.
"Mr. Fu, don't you have a pink app? Go check it out. I've never raised a child before."
"Mr. Fu, you don't have a new target, do you?"
Fu Beichen uttered a startling statement.
"I just forcibly kissed Niannian, and I deliberately touched her stomach. I found that my hand was kicked."
A forced kiss?
A kick?
Lin Qi was startled again and suddenly shouted something.
"Mr. Fu, please don't act impulsively, please don't try to get your wife pregnant again!"
"This is another chance given to you by God, so please don't mess it up again."
Fu Beichen said seriously, "I need to double-check whether the child is really still alive."
Lin Qi's voice was almost crying, "President Fu, please don't do anything rash, I beg you."
"Don't worry, I have my own plans." After hanging up the phone, he was extremely excited.
If the child is still alive, then it will be easier to get her to forgive herself.
Although the medical records obtained from Mingdao clearly show that she did indeed have a miscarriage.
However, just now, he deliberately distracted her and when he reached out to touch her round little belly, he did feel movement inside.
That's definitely not ordinary meat.
He planned to go to Gu Xingnian to gather intelligence on the military once more.
...
In the luxurious and private booths, the air was so stagnant it felt like you could wring water out of it.
Mu Yanchen sat on the sofa, his slender fingers gripping the glass, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Opposite him, a man stood with his back to him in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
It was a towering figure that inspired awe and intimidation, with broad shoulders and a thick back, like a mountain.
His voice was calm and even, yet every word struck Mu Yanchen's heart.
"You decide for yourself."
"Either you take on everything yourself and make the Mu family disappear from this world completely."
The man's voice paused, giving him a moment to catch his breath, but also putting him under suffocating pressure.
"Either do as I say and take God N away."
"Once we've fully explored her value, her entire future will be yours."
The man turned half his face, the shadow outlining his hard jawline.
"In this world, one N-god is worth more than a thousand troops."
"If you had listened to me back then and acted sooner, the antidote for the virus would be in our hands now."
He sneered.
"That's the lifeline of the entire world! But you've missed a golden opportunity."
Mu Yanchen's thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line.
His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) character.
His mind was a complete mess.
On one side is the business empire he built by risking everything.
On one side is the person he least wants to hurt in his life.
How to choose?
This question is too difficult; he can't do it.
Seeing his continued silence, the man became furious and abruptly turned around.
"Womanly compassion!"
He growled, his voice filled with exasperation and disappointment.
Two days!
"If you still can't make a decision, then this matter is none of your concern."
After the man finished speaking, he didn't look at him again, but went straight out of the door and slammed the heavy door shut with a thud.
Mu Yanchen was left alone in the private room in an instant.
He tilted his head back and downed the rest of the whiskey in one gulp. The spicy liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.
He put down his glass and picked up his phone.
I typed a line of text on the cold screen and sent it to the profile picture with the nickname "N".
【Xixi, are you busy? I'd like to see you.】
The phone screen went dark, and there was no reply from the other end.
He never doubted that the N he was contacting was fake.
Meanwhile, the real N God was strolling in the park with Master Zhuang.
A large group of people surrounded a big locust tree, pointing and talking animatedly.
"Wow, how did this child climb so high!"
"Get down quickly, it's dangerous!"
Up in the tree, a seven or eight-year-old boy was clinging to the trunk, crying loudly in fear and repeatedly shouting for help.
Under the tree, the adults were anxiously watching, while two adults were climbing up the tree.
Just then, Zhuang Ru and Zheng He Gu Xingnian were taking a walk by. He was about to say that this generation of naughty kids was really a handful.
Sudden.
A sharp pain shot through the back of my head, and the world spun before my eyes. My body went limp and I collapsed to the ground.
Before he completely lost consciousness, he only had time to see one last scene.
Gu Xingnian's mouth and nose were tightly covered by a cloth from behind.
She struggled violently, kicking her legs wildly, but couldn't make a sound.
She was then roughly shoved into an old van not far away by two tall figures.
The car door slammed shut and sped away.
"Oh no! Someone has fainted here!"
The commotion under the tree eventually spread to this side.
"Quick! Quick, check what's wrong!"
Someone rushed over and frantically tried to help Master Zhuang up.
"My God, isn't that Master Zhuang?" A sharp-eyed neighbor recognized him.
"Get him to the hospital quickly! Hurry!"
"Someone, someone go and inform the Zhuang family! It's that courtyard house!"
When Fu Beichen received the call, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered.
My grandfather was knocked unconscious.
This news hit him like a hammer blow, slamming into his heart.
A strong sense of unease instantly gripped his heart.
There's danger in thinking about it!
He rushed out of the scene like a madman.
Where are they?
He shouted at the empty street corner, "Thunderstorm!"
No one responded; they probably realized something was wrong and chased after them.
He took out his phone, and a location sent by Lei Yu popped up on the screen.
A red dot is moving rapidly.
Without a second thought, he immediately dialed Bai Yu's number, his voice taut like a string about to snap.
"Niannian has been taken away."
On the other end of the phone, Bai Yu jumped up from his chair, knocking over the documents on the table.
He quickly sent a missing person signal, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out.
at the same time.
An inconspicuous little truck sped along the highway.
Inside the carriage, Gu Xingnian's eyes were closed, and she was unconscious.
The small truck suddenly swerved and drove directly into a place disguised as an abandoned warehouse on the side of the road.
In the darkness, a huge container truck stood with its "mouth" open, waiting silently.
The small truck drove precisely into the cargo compartment of the large truck, and the cargo compartment door slowly closed, sealing it perfectly.
The entire process takes no more than one minute.
The truck restarted, merged into the traffic, and continued driving forward as if nothing had happened.
Within this mobile fortress, Gu Xingnian had been silently moved.
Fu Beichen gripped the steering wheel, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
On the car's screen, Bai Yu's tracking signal and Lei Yu's signal were originally overlapping.
Sudden.
The red dot on the screen split into two.
One continued to follow the truck, while the other turned in a completely different direction.
What kind of crazy move is this?
Fu Beichen immediately dialed Bai Yu's number, his voice urgent.
"The signal is not right!"
"Split up and chase them!"
"You check that big truck, I'll check the other one!"
The signal he was following originated from the star necklace Gu Xingnian was wearing around her neck.
That was a gift from him; it contained a separate GPS tracker.
He stared intently at the faint yet persistent red dot on the screen.
The direction is towards the western suburbs, where there is a cargo port.
His brows furrowed into a tight knot.
His heart pounded like a drum, each beat making his chest ache.
Please, please, please don't let anything happen to her and the child...
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