After divorcing the mute girl, President Gu knelt down and begged for reconciliation.

Chapter 176 Tell the Truth
Song Jin'an steadied herself, looked up at the man in front of her, and her face flushed slightly.

"Let's go and eat."

Gu Xijue said just that, then took her hand and started walking forward.

Snowflakes fell on their heads, creating an indescribable and ambiguous scene.

The two walked hand in hand along the road. Song Jin'an tapped his arm and gestured with her hand.

—Aren't you driving?
Or is the restaurant so close that you can walk there?
Gu Xijue's voice was cold and deep. He glanced at her with his eyes down and said, "It's not far. Let's walk there."

In Haicheng, he had almost no chance to go out; he was either at the company, at the old house, or back at the villa.

It seems like there are almost no opportunities for them to take a walk together outside. He wasn't originally supposed to come to Qingcheng, but for some reason, he came anyway.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the ground beneath their feet was already covered in a blanket of white. Snow is a rare sight in Haicheng. Song Jin'an had only seen it once when she was a child. After all, Haicheng is a coastal city, and it's rare for it to get snow.

It took half an hour to get to the restaurant.

After finishing their meal, they came out of the restaurant, but no car came to pick them up. Gu Xijue said he would have to walk back to the hotel, which would take twenty minutes.

Song Jin'an truly felt that he was deliberately making her suffer.

"My flight is tomorrow morning, back to Haicheng."

As Gu Xijue walked, he talked to her, and when he sensed Song Jin'an's reluctance to move, he turned around and looked at her.

Song Jin'an looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Why are you making decisions for me?"

—I want to have breakfast with Grandma tomorrow morning.

The man glanced at it and then said, "The flight is at nine o'clock, so you can make it in time to have breakfast with her."

Song Jin'an's eyes lit up, her big eyes sparkling as she wondered why Gu Xijue had suddenly become so nice.

For a moment, she even wondered if the man in front of her was really the Gu Xijue she knew.

--Thanks.

Song Jin'an gestured with her hand to say thank you.

They walked back to the hotel, the road already covered with a layer of snow.

Workers are also using snowplows to clear the snow from the ground, leaving space for pedestrians to walk.

But as she walked, Song Jin'an didn't want to walk anymore. She was a little tired, so she stood still. Gu Xijue turned around and glanced at her.

"what happened?"

—I can't walk anymore.

She didn't want to leave, so she stretched out her hand and continued gesturing.

—How about we call a ride-hailing service online?
Gu Xijue glanced at her, a smile flashing in his eyes, and extended his hand: "We'll be there in a few minutes, let's go."

He seemed to be doing it on purpose: "Your body is too weak, it's good for you to move around more."

These words were tailor-made for Song Jin'an, putting all the blame on her.

Song Jin'an stopped, as if she had thought of something.

—Anyway, there are only a few minutes left, why don't you carry me back?

She had a knowing look on her face, which was intentional, but she didn't expect the man to squat down.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

Song Jin'an: "..."

It was simply unbelievable; looking at that broad back in front of me, I was momentarily taken aback.

This person is really...

But she had no other thoughts. After so many years, it was not easy to ask him to do something. Since he was so willing, she couldn't refuse to offend President Gu's dignity... So, Song Jin'an simply lay on his back.

This is in Qingcheng, nobody knows him, and no paparazzi would capture this scene and make it a front-page headline.

So both of them were in a pretty peaceful state of mind. And so, Song Jin'an lay on Gu Xijue's back and felt pretty good.

The two walked towards the hotel. For the first time, Song Jin'an noticed that the men in front of her all had broad backs, and it felt quite nice to be carried like this.

He walked very steadily, without any bumps, which she found quite comfortable.

With her hands gripping his shoulders, to others, it seemed to create an atmosphere reminiscent of a Korean drama, somewhat romantic.

Not far away, several young girls took photos of her back with their phones, feeling incredibly sweet inside. They imagined having their boyfriends walk around the neighborhood like this when they got home.

Gu Xijue felt that she was still a little light, and he didn't feel any strain after carrying her for such a long distance.

Song Jin'an also felt the real sense of being a wife tonight. After so many years of marriage, she seemed to have never been treated so gently.

Even though her child was already two years old, she had never felt so content as she did tonight. But she would not give in to this, because in Song Jin'an's eyes, Gu Xijue was a man with extremely unstable emotions.

To outsiders, he is rich, outstanding, and handsome. He may have some scandals, but they are not serious.

The main reason is that he has a mute wife at home. Such an excellent man would certainly not want his other half to be like this.

Therefore, in Haicheng's high society circles, everyone felt that Gu Xijue was a pity.

But in Song Jin'an's eyes, Gu Xijue was a volatile, arrogant, and empathetic man. She had suffered too many grievances in their marriage to count.

The fact that she's been able to endure until now is all due to her personality, and also because she has a weakness.

Her daughter...

Along the way, Song Jin'an thought about many things, and felt a mix of bitterness and confusion in her heart.

She didn't understand why she had wasted so much time in a marriage, nor did she know why she was unable to climb out of this quagmire and could only eke out a living in it.

Thinking of this, Song Jin'an felt like crying, but it seemed that she had almost run out of tears in this relationship.

Or perhaps it was just a minor matter, and her body felt there was no need to cry.

Her throat tightened, and she choked up a little, but in the end, one tear after another fell onto the back of Gu Xijue's neck.

In winter, tears are cold, so he could feel it.

Gu Xijue did not stop, but carried the person directly to the hotel lobby.

She hurriedly wiped away her tears, afraid that others would see her weakness and vulnerability.

Gu Xijue put the person down, handed the documents to the front desk for verification with one hand, and pulled the person over with the other. Seeing that she was wiping away tears, he was a little confused and asked with a frown, "Why are you crying?"

Song Jin'an shook her head and silently gestured with her hands.

I miss my daughter.

Clearly, Gu Xijue did not believe her claim that she missed her daughter.

After all, he had a premonition. Gu Xijue frowned and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes: "I want to see my daughter tomorrow."

"But you didn't tell the truth."

Song Jin'an had tears in her eyes and wanted to say something, but her throat felt sore and she would burst into tears if she tried to speak.

She didn't want to, she didn't want to be so cowardly, so she remained silent.

Gu Xijue frowned. The receptionist handed him all the items, which he took and waited for her response.

Finally, Song Jin'an looked at him with tears in her eyes.

He gestured with his hands.

—I just feel that I've had a tough time all these years.