Later, Yu Yuanshen realized that neither He Qimo from ten years ago nor He Qimo from eight years ago are the same as he is now.
Listening to how those naive first loves transformed into profound affection, and then into passionate impulses.
He Qimo almost treated Gu Zixuan like a treasure in his palm.
In an instant, Yu Yuanshen felt that in this dazzling world, the most beautiful love was nothing more than this.
Gu Zixuan’s voice was faint, "So, I don’t know what happened between us. You could say he has always been aloof, quiet since we met, but he was once so considerate towards me. If he was truly opportunistic, burning bridges after crossing, all these years..."
Gu Zixuan paused, "Putting aside the emotions between a husband and wife, actually, he’s been okay with me, and he hasn’t mentioned divorce until now, right..."
The compromise made Yu Yuanshen frown slightly, "This doesn’t seem like you."
Gu Zixuan bitterly curled the corners of her lips, shaking her head, "No woman marries thinking of divorce. Marriages in wealthy families are even more complicated, and not to mention with my current situation I can’t divorce. Even if I wanted to, I’d have to give it another try, right?"
As she finished washing the last plate, she placed it on the marble countertop, flicked the water droplets from her fingertips, and left.
Yu Yuanshen stood there, staring at the smooth reflection in the porcelain plate.
She said that during the time eight years ago when He Qimo took care of her in the hospital, He Qimo was at his best with her, which is why she impulsively wanted to marry him.
But if it was truly so good, then why did their feelings plummet after marriage?
Gu Zixuan’s feelings couldn’t be wrong, so then...
Yu Yuanshen’s brow furrowed, where did it go wrong?
Feng Chengjin held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, elegantly cutting the steak and taking small bites.
Opposite, sat a slim, strikingly beautiful woman, with a gentle and tranquil elegance like an orchid.
She gazed at him, her eyes holding a trace of joy, but more than that, a sense of exploration.
"Mr. Feng, isn’t this all too sudden? I originally came with my father just to pay respects to Mr. Feng."
Her tone was awkward. Feng Chengjin briefly glanced at her, then swept his eyes across the dining room to the old fellow who had previously dragged him over for a lecture, refusing to let him eat lunch, and smirked, shaking his head, "It’s okay, I’m used to it."
Qi Shuya was slightly stunned, then followed his gaze and looked back.
In the European-style living room, when Feng Jingguo saw the two he had deliberately left alone looking at him, his face froze for a second.
He swiftly turned his head back to continue chatting with Mr. Qi, "These kids, as they grow up, tend to worry us more."
Mr. Qi seemed not to have his mind on the conversation either.
Turning his gaze back, he sighed repeatedly, "Yes, no matter how you persuade, they won’t listen. What’s the point of a girl reading so many books? She insisted on studying until she was 28. If I hadn’t lost my temper last month, saying not to come back if she didn’t want to, she might have stayed in the United Kingdom for two more years."
The two old fellows shook their heads together, the scene a bit comical.
Feng Chengjin withdrew his amused gaze and focused once more on Qi Shuya.
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The gentle voice was pleasant to hear.