In that instant, in the air, He Qimo slightly lowered his eyebrows and quietly looked at Gu Zixuan.
Even Feng Chengjin, who had been silently cold all along, looked at Gu Zixuan.
Under the gaze of two men.
In the distance, Yu Yuanshen watched from afar, understanding all that had happened to him in the past, except for regretting that he couldn’t put down his proud self-esteem, which prevented him from asking Feng Chengjin about his intentions. This resulted in a seemingly good situation being noticed by Zhou Xiao, leading to a major mistake.
He felt a painful heartache for Gu Zixuan’s current situation.
What did she know? She knew nothing.
She didn’t do any of these things.
Eight years ago, she mistakenly identified people due to her blindness, and because of the stance of two men unwilling to let go, it led to this continuous series of errors.
She persisted and stayed true to herself.
To be honest, Yu Yuanshen himself couldn’t imagine how a woman could endure a sham marriage for eight years just for a short two-week romance, demonstrating such stubbornness and pure views on love.
Despite this being a bitter defeat in his heart, he understood that perhaps in this waiting game of love, the uninformed Gu Zixuan might have had the hardest journey.
And now, after finally getting together with Feng Chengjin, she hasn’t enjoyed a few good days.
So soon, because of this intertwining marriage, she has to bear all the responsibilities and consequences that shouldn’t have been hers.
To nod and agree to Zhou Xiao’s request?
With her wit, and her ears and eyes having been immersed since childhood in the social scene, Yu Yuanshen wasn’t worried about her losing this game after gambling everything. But facing He Qimo, who loved her enough to endure everything, could she bear to open her mouth? How could she start the conversation?
But not nodding and agreeing to Zhou Xiao’s request?
Then what about her marriage with Feng Chengjin? Yu Yuanshen always knew the heights of the Feng family’s status, but due to various reasons such as his stance, he couldn’t pour cold water on her when she was just immersed in the happiness of love.
The Feng family would definitely not allow anyone in the family to bear the stigma of a marriage scandal.
Today’s uproar, whether she is active or passive, seems to have entangled her with He Qimo beyond clarification, and even if Feng Chengjin bears the view of infidelity and scorn with her.
So would the Feng family, such a large clan, accept her?
Moreover, could she really endure making Feng Chengjin wade through this muddy water with her?
Yu Yuanshen’s heart was filled with mixed emotions, his thoughts drifted.
Across the dimly lit place.
For the first time, Yu Yuanshen, as an outsider, carefully felt everything.
Within, that woman with long, deep brown curly hair, wearing a sleek silver dress, appeared clean and beautiful like a princess in the venue, possessing a look they all adored.
An Jing, gentle, neither proud nor impatient, she’s an extremely compatible partner in both work and life, and in society, she isn’t like most women chasing gossip and meaningless things. She has her lively side, yet isn’t noisy, she has her quiet side, yet isn’t rigid.
She has both intelligence and emotional intelligence. Whether a man wants to build a career or settle in family life, she can match the pace.
She resembles a flower blooming quietly by the water, and any man who genuinely wants to live a life will be captivated by her.
Just like her innocence all along.
She knew nothing of today’s events, everything was done by them. Yet she still is the woman who takes on everything.
What is the right way to respond?
Yu Yuanshen doesn’t know.
He only knows that the woman, simply seeking a pure love, was once again forcibly torn apart by their so-called "love," pushed to a crossroads...
Gu Zixuan doesn’t want to make it difficult for any of them, she will only make it difficult for herself. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
They all love her kindness, but never once has anyone reflected on whether their love is a shackle, whether, facing their "love," she, already torn into pieces, feels any pain...