Chapter 302 Are you trying to cheat on me?
Before Gu Xingnian could react, the cool-feeling leather belt had already bound her slender wrist.
"Let me go."
Gu Xingnian shouted something, but people just assumed he was joking again.
But the strength in his hand was unquestionable, and he showed no intention of letting go.
"Stop messing around, let me go."
Fu Beichen completely ignored her protests.
He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and then pinned her bound hands above her head.
This position rendered her unable to move.
"Honey, our week-long honeymoon is now officially underway."
His seductive voice rang close to her ear.
"Let your husband pamper you..."
After saying that, he lowered his head and bit her fair and delicate neck.
The force wasn't strong, but it carried an irresistible possessiveness.
He then used his teeth to untie the shoulder strap of her nightgown...
He knew her body best, and soon he had her completely limp, but he hesitated to make any further moves.
"Husband..." Gu Xingnian whispered, her eyes filled with barely concealed desire.
Fu Beichen remained unmoved; he enjoyed watching her anxious and out-of-control little face.
"Fu Beichen." She couldn't take it anymore and kicked him.
He nimbly grabbed her snow-white ankle, lowered his head and kissed it... then, satisfied, he curled his lips and began his methodical assault.
Before long, it was like a predatory beast, rampaging across her territory, conquering and seizing land.
The thrill of being imprisoned gave her an unprecedented sense of dread.
...
The ship was moving, the starry sky was moving, the waves were moving, and everything around us was shaking violently.
She felt like she was about to sink...
Fu Beichen began planning this honeymoon as early as last year when she returned to the Bai family, and it's only just begun...
...
The next day.
Just as dawn was breaking, a black SUV drove out of Haicheng, heading north towards Ningcheng.
The car's heater was on full blast.
Huo Shenyuan gripped the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at "Jiang Cheng" in the passenger seat.
She was very quiet.
Wrapped in the cashmere blanket he brought, she curled up in her seat like a tiny ball, only her excessively clean face showing.
She kept looking out the window at the rapidly receding scenery, her eyes vacant and unfocused.
Huo Shenyuan recalled the dilapidated little house she had been in at the cemetery before—it was cramped, cold, and didn't even have a decent bed.
She slept in that kind of place?
The thought of this made him feel extremely choked up.
This time, he couldn't lose her again.
Absolutely not.
He wanted to build her a home in Ningcheng, a place where she could sleep peacefully until dawn, without having to live in fear anymore.
Once she's willing to return to being Qingning, he'll take her back to Haicheng.
They returned in triumph.
At the same time, the Sheng Group was in an uproar.
A brand-new pickup truck was parked ostentatiously at the entrance of the company, and several workers unloaded bouquets of vibrant roses from it.
Roses, in seven or eight colors, were continuously being delivered into the building, their final destination being Sheng Weiwei's office.
Hundreds of roses transformed Sheng Weiwei's spacious office into a fragrant sea of flowers.
Even the outdoor office area wasn't spared; the air was filled with an overwhelmingly sweet fragrance.
The people downstairs quickly reported the situation to the chairman's office.
After listening, Sheng Chengjun didn't say anything, but a smile appeared on his face instead.
He picked up his phone and slowly sent a message to his wife.
"Someone sent our girl hundreds of bouquets of flowers. That's quite a generous gesture."
The reply came almost instantly.
"Who sent it? Quickly find out who sent it."
Sheng Chengjun replied again.
"If she likes it, she'll bring it back herself, no need to rush."
That's right, Sheng Weiwei just doesn't like her.
When she entered the office and saw this overwhelming scene, she was first taken aback, and then her beautiful brows furrowed tightly.
The rich aroma made her temples throb.
Lin Xiaoli, like a happy butterfly, fluttered out from the flower bushes.
"Sister Weiwei, your suitor is so rich! I just secretly counted, a total of 299 bouquets!"
She winked and added, "I'll love you forever!"
Sheng Weiwei didn't even lift her eyelids.
"Call the cleaning staff up here and remove all these flowers."
"Cleared it all? That's such a waste!" Lin Xiaoli's face was full of regret.
"Whoever likes it can take it," Sheng Weiwei said coldly. "The rest, just get rid of them."
"Okay." Lin Xiaoli nodded, picked out a pretty bunch of white roses, hugged them to her chest, and smelled them.
Sheng Weiwei struggled to squeeze through the pile of flowers and walk to her desk.
She took out her phone, swiped her finger across the screen a few times, and dragged a familiar number out of the blacklist.
Then, the call was made.
The receiver rang a few times before the call was answered.
"Bai Yu, I beg you, stop doing these utterly boring things."
What did I do?
The male voice on the other end sounded clearly puzzled and a little hoarse.
"Stop sending flowers to my office, and stop playing these fake romantic games with me. You're quite something, sending 299 bouquets."
She twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a cold smile.
"You don't naively think that the problems between you and me can be solved with flowers, do you?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an even colder voice.
"I'm really not that romantic."
"I didn't send the flowers."
Sheng Weiwei froze completely.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and she blurted it out.
"Wrong number."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
On the other side, Bai Yu's face darkened instantly after hanging up the phone.
299 bouquets of flowers?
He slammed his hand on the table, the loud noise sending a shiver through everyone in the conference room.
Without saying a word, he got up, pulled out a chair, and strode out.
The room was left with a group of executives looking at each other in bewilderment, all of whom thought that some project had made a huge mistake.
...
A quiet private restaurant, in the same private room as last time.
Sheng Weiwei remembered that she had drunk too much here last time and was eventually taken home by Bai Yu.
This time, she didn't touch a drop of alcohol.
Just before she was about to leave work, Gu Chuan called, saying he was in Haicheng and wanted to invite her to dinner.
During the phone call, he casually asked if she liked those flowers.
Sheng Weiwei then realized that the overwhelming display of 299 bouquets of roses was actually a gift from him.
She recalled their unpleasant parting in Ningcheng last time.
Although she didn't understand the meaning behind his actions, she also wanted to find an opportunity to make things clear and settle things once and for all.
Inside the private room, the lighting was just right, soft and gentle.
There were seven or eight dishes on the table, all of which were her favorite dishes.
The red wine rested in the decanter, and a faint fruity aroma filled the air.
Sheng Weiwei didn't touch her chopsticks at all.
She simply raised her eyes, looked at Gu Chuan's handsome face opposite her, and spoke calmly.
"Gu Chuan, please don't send flowers to my office anymore."
Gu Chuan smiled faintly and said gently, "I remember you really liked roses. The three I gave you at graduation, you kept them for a long time, you couldn't bear to part with them, and you even said you wanted to make them into dried flowers. Before, it was because you didn't have money, but now..."
He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
"Gu Chuan, the past cannot be recalled."
Sheng Weiwei's eyes remained completely calm.
"I am no longer the person I was back then, and you are no longer the person you were..."
“I am, and I have never changed.” This time, it was Gu Chuan who interrupted her.
His tone was very firm, and every word he spoke was resounding.
"From beginning to end, you have always been irreplaceable in my heart."
After saying that, he took out his phone, unlocked it, and pushed a video in front of her.
On the screen was his girlfriend, crying her eyes out.
"It's been three years, can't I take her place?"
"You like her painting, so I learned it. You like her flamboyance, so I learned that too. What more do I need to do to satisfy you!"
Then, a familiar male voice rang out; it was Gu Chuan.
"I'm sorry, I thought I could forget her. But after we met again, I realized how deeply she's rooted in my heart. I can't deceive myself. Let's break up."
"Achuan..."
The video abruptly ended.
Gu Chuan put down his phone, his affectionate eyes fixed on her.
"I've already broken up with her. Because I know who I love most in my heart."
"Weiwei, can you give me another chance?"
He leaned forward and reached out to take her small hand, which was resting on the table.
Sheng Weiwei, however, reacted as if she had been burned, and abruptly pulled her hand back.
"Gu Chuan, the past is the past. Whether you break up with her or get back together, it means nothing to me."
She looked at him intently, her eyes terrifyingly clear.
"I came here tonight to make it clear to you that it's impossible for us anymore."
"Thank you for the flowers. Please don't waste money like that again."
After saying that, Sheng Weiwei picked up her bag, stood up decisively, and prepared to leave.
"Is it because of Bai Yu?" Gu Chuan also stood up, his voice filled with resentment.
Sheng Weiwei stopped and looked back at him, admitting it frankly.
"That's right."
"Do you love him? Or do you love the child's father?" he pressed, relentlessly persistent.
Sheng Weiwei suddenly smiled.
That smile carried a sense of relief, as if one had completely let go.
"I love him, and I love the child's father."
"But you are not among them."
Gu Chuan's handsome face instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale, and he couldn't utter a single word.
"Goodbye." She turned and walked away, her steps light and quick.
At that moment, she felt a sense of ease she had never experienced before.
If her heart was still somewhat stirred during their last meeting, this time, all was calm.
As Sheng Weiwei walked out of the private restaurant and stood by the roadside, about to hail a taxi, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large hand.
It was very powerful.
She was startled, but when she turned around, she met a pair of deep eyes.
It's Bai Yu.
That face, so handsome it was almost inhuman, was now so cold it felt like ice crystals could fall from it.
"He was in my bed just two days ago, and tonight he's on a date with his ex?"
"Sheng Weiwei, are you trying to cheat on me?"
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