"Could it be that you’re expecting her to sever ties with the Gu Family?" the eunuch He Yuan was annoyed.
"Shouldn’t she sever them! In this situation, she should either stay quietly at the He Family, stop going out and attracting attention from spies to the He Family. Or, as my mom said, get a divorce from my brother and go wherever she wants!"
"These days, with so many paparazzi and reporters, a random photo could cause a huge drop in He Family’s stock. She’s lived the good life so well, doesn’t she consider how hard my brother has worked?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovelfire.net
"You all!" He Yuan suddenly couldn’t catch his breath, his face turned red.
Gu Zixuanxin’s heart tightened as she looked at the eunuch with coronary heart disease.
But before she could speak, the door behind them clicked open, and a tall figure walked in.
The newcomer had deep, striking eyes and a handsome appearance that even women envied. His luxurious suit adorned with diamond cufflinks added to his tall and outstanding presence.
He glanced deeply into the living room.
He Xiaoqi’s face quickly paled, she instantly lowered her head and bit her lip, "Brother..."
He Qimo remained silent.
He Yuan glanced at his son, sighed resentfully, and grabbed a celadon teacup as he headed into the bedroom.
Zhou Huimei watched the tension-filled atmosphere, right at the moment He Yuan closed the door.
She immediately shifted her gaze, stood up straight, and coldly glared at Gu Zixuan.
"Look at you, don’t you know your father’s sick? Always upsetting him!"
The low complaint made Gu Zixuan frown.
Soon after, she felt a gaze sweep past her lightly yet intently.
Very cold, very chilly.
No reproach, but it’s as if a tiny knife gently pierced her heart.
No reason, simply because of that "little bit" of trust between them as a couple.
Eight years, a trust played out constantly in their life!
The silence was very peaceful.
He Qimo looked deeply twice, said nothing.
At the entrance, he changed into slippers, carried a folder, tossed a sentence, "Come upstairs, I have something to ask you."
Behind him, Zhou Huimei quickly chased after him in small steps, "Qimo, why did you come back so early today? Are you tired? Do you want to take a bath and rest for a while? Come down for dinner, Mom will call you."
The footsteps grew farther until they completely disappeared around the stair corner.
In the living room, He Xiaoqi with short hair sneered, raised her chin in disdain at Gu Zixuan, "Go upstairs, didn’t you hear my brother call you?"
Gu Zixuan pursed her red lips, turned her face away, and ignored her.
While going upstairs, she heard He Xiaoqi mumbling, "Such arrogance, with a face like a vixen, doesn’t look like noble blood at all. Sooner or later, my brother will divorce her and kick her out!"
Gu Zixuan reached the door, face-to-face with Zhou Huimei, who came out smiling gently.
At that instant she saw her, her expression darkened.
But she said nothing, lifted her chin, and walked proudly downstairs.
Gu Zixuan pushed open the door, inside was a low-key luxurious simple European style, with their wedding photo on the French carved bed.
Below was an ITMILA Italian Milan carpet.
On one end of the TV wall was a painting by Impressionist master Fran Robertson.
He Qimo seemed to have just been annoyed by Zhou Huimei, his brow showed a faint crease as he held a cigarette and was lighting it.
He paused his lighting posture when he saw her come in, coldly said, "Don’t upset Dad."
Gu Zixuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
Thinking of his recent actions, she truly wondered what kind of courage he had to say that sentence.