A week later, Mu Ziqi learned that Gu Qingyan had gone mad.
That day, there was a gentle knock on Mu Ziqi's door. She went to open it and saw the solemn-faced butler standing there, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
“Madam,” the butler began hesitantly, his voice trembling slightly, “there is something I need to tell you…”
Mu Ziqi's heart tightened: "What is it? Speak quickly!"
The butler took a deep breath and slowly said, "I just received news that the young master... he... he's gone mad..."
Like a bolt from the blue, Mu Ziqi was so shocked she couldn't speak for a long time. Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. How could Gu Qingyan suddenly go mad?
Countless questions flooded her mind, leaving Mu Ziqi feeling utterly confused. She tried to calm herself and asked urgently, "What happened? How could someone suddenly go crazy?"
The butler shook his head, indicating that he didn't know the specific reason either. He had only heard that Gu Qingyan had been behaving abnormally recently, with extremely unstable emotions, and finally broke down completely, becoming incoherent.
Mu Ziqi quickly went back into the house, took out her phone, and called Gu Qingyan.
No one answered.
I called again, but there was still no response.
Mu Ziqi suddenly panicked.
The phone rang shrilly in the silence of the night. Huang Lin, still exhausted, was startled by the sudden ring. He groggily grabbed the phone, but when the words "Mu Ziqi" appeared on the screen, he instantly snapped awake, stood up nervously, and his heart raced.
Before he could even ask, Mu Ziqi's voice came through the microphone, carrying a hint of anxiety and authority: "Huang Lin, I'm asking you, what exactly happened to Gu Qingyan?"
Huang Lin opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer. He hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Madam, this, this..." His voice trembled, clearly showing his nervousness.
"Where is he?" Mu Ziqi didn't give him much time to think and asked directly.
"Yes, at the Gu family's resort in the suburbs," Huang Lin stammered.
When Mu Ziqi heard that the address was a resort in the suburbs where the Gu family lived, her heart sank slightly.
"I'm coming over now."
Without asking any further questions, she hung up the phone. She knew that any extra words would be useless at this point; the only thing she could do was get there as quickly as possible.
Mu Ziqi drove to the resort immediately. It was already late at night when she arrived. Huang Lin had been waiting at the entrance for a long time. Seeing Mu Ziqi arrive, he called out in a trembling voice, "Madam..."
Mu Ziqi walked quickly to him, frowned, and asked, "Where is he? I heard he..." She couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Yes." Huang Lin clenched his fingers nervously, his voice strained. "President Gu is indeed, indeed as the rumors say."
Mu Ziqi's heart sank to the bottom. She had originally held a sliver of hope, but Huang Lin's words had utterly shattered her hopes.
Mu Ziqi stood at the doorway, her fingers trembling slightly, as if even the simplest movement had become incredibly difficult. Her eyes revealed deep fear and unease; she dared not touch the doorknob, as if opening the door would bring an unbearable blow.
Huang Lin stood quietly behind her, not daring to utter a sound. He knew that at this moment, nothing he said could comfort Mu Ziqi's heart, so he could only silently stay by her side.
Finally, Mu Ziqi mustered her courage and pressed the doorknob. With a creak, the door opened. She cautiously stepped inside and saw that only a warm-colored bedside lamp was on, its dim light softly illuminating Gu Qingyan's angular face.
He lay on his back on the bed, his limbs bound by strips of cloth, like a helpless prisoner. His face was pale, his expression pained, and even in his sleep his brows were furrowed; one glance was enough to tell that he was enduring endless torment.
Seeing this, Mu Ziqi could no longer hold back her tears. She walked to the bedside, gently stroked Gu Qingyan's cheek, and asked in a trembling voice, "What happened?" Her voice was filled with sorrow and anger.
As Gu Qingyan's biological mother, seeing her son suffer such torment caused her heart to ache as if it were being torn apart.
Gu Qingyan only frowned, but did not wake up.
"Mr. Gu lost control of his emotions. He couldn't control his behavior, and before he lost his last bit of reason, he asked me to bring him here for treatment..."
Huang Lin said haltingly, "But the situation is still not good. President Gu can't distinguish between the past and the present, nor between reality and dreams."
Mu Ziqi's vision blurred again with tears, her voice filled with shock and disbelief: "How could it have turned out like this?" Her trembling fingers gently stroked Gu Qingyan's face, as if that could ease his pain. Each touch felt like a gash in her heart, drawing blood.
Huang Lin remained silent for a moment before finally explaining, "This is because of Miss Xiao Wanrou."
Mu Ziqi's body stiffened abruptly. She raised her head and stared sharply at Huang Lin: "Xiao Wanrou? Where is she? I need to see her."
Huang Lin lowered his head, his voice low and deep: "Miss Wanrou, she... she's dead."
Mu Ziqi felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She stood frozen in place, the whole world seemingly frozen in that moment. Her mind went blank, with only the words "She's dead" echoing in her ears. She felt a suffocating sensation, as if something was tightly gripping her throat.
"So, Qingyan went mad because of that woman?" Mu Ziqi said incredulously, the color draining from her face, revealing a pale complexion. She felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
"Uh," Huang Lin scratched his head awkwardly, "Yes." He didn't dare to look Mu Ziqi in the eye and could only say it in a low voice.
Upon receiving confirmation, Mu Ziqi's face tightened, and she turned and left.
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