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

Chapter 47 Eyes Like Her
Su Ruoya's voice was tinged with sobs, making her look exceptionally pitiful.

The man frowned, glancing at the purplish-blue bumps on Su Ruoya's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Get a doctor to treat it."

The woman standing next to him nodded, then kindly said, "You stay here with Miss Song, I'll take care of my wound myself."

Gu Xijue's voice was icy, and his disdainful gaze seemed to bore a hole through Song Jin'an.

"She's already hit people, so she must have recovered and doesn't need anyone to accompany her. I'll go with you to deal with it." He said this intentionally to tell Song Jin'an that he didn't care about her at all.

Song Jin'an didn't even want to look at the man and woman in front of her anymore. Her chest heaved, but she was too lazy to even glance at them.

When Lin Ma came over again and saw that Song Jin'an was alone in the room, she took out a dry towel from her pocket, thinking of wiping Song Jin'an's body since she was lying on the bed unable to move.

"Hasn't the master come?" Lin Ma murmured as she prepared.

Song Jin'an's face turned pale when she heard what Lin Ma said. Lin Ma could tell from this that the two of them had quarreled again.

Lin's mother quickly helped Song Jin'an clean up her body, then took out a thermal container from her pocket. Now that Song Jin'an could eat lighter meals, Lin's mother would prepare them at home and bring them to the hospital.

She fed Song Jin'an bite by bite with great patience.

Song Jin'an's mood gradually improved, but she was still visibly unhappy.

Lin Ma cautiously asked again, "Madam, what exactly happened?"

"You're currently in your postpartum period and recovering from your injuries, so you can't afford to be in a bad mood, or you'll develop postpartum illnesses." These were words of advice from someone who had been through it all.

She was thinking to herself, "This man is really something. His wife is so badly injured, how can he not feel sorry for her? He just has to come to her bedside and upset her."

Song Jin'an looked at Lin Ma, smiled, gave her a reassuring look, and then began to gesture with her hands.

"Don't worry, Aunt Lin, I'm fine."

Lin's mother sighed and said nothing more.

Meanwhile, Gu Xijue helped Su Ruoya apply the medicine. Su Ruoya originally wanted to invite him to dinner, but he declined because he had a meeting at the company. He then asked Wei Zhou to take her home first.

Gu Xijue drove himself to the company, his aura heavy, and went straight into his office.

Not far from the president's office, the secretaries in the secretariat who were working heard a "bang" and all looked up in the direction of the office, only to see the tightly closed door and look at each other in bewilderment.

Gu Xijue sat down in the chair, pinching his brow. He felt a tightness in his chest, unable to get up or down. He took out a cigarette from the drawer and lit it.

After smoking four or five cigarettes in a row, his depressed mood finally eased a little. He was really driven crazy by that woman, Song Jin'an!

She has a terrible temper and throws things at people at the drop of a hat!
He took out his phone, annoyed, wanting to invite Duan Nan and the others out for drinks, but his hand unconsciously opened the phone's photo album, where many photos and videos of babies came into view.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Gu Xijue's gaze softened, and his fingers gently touched the small face in the video.

Finally, his gaze settled on her eyes: "Her eyes look like hers."

He looked at them for a long time before he finished looking at all the photos.

When he could scroll down to the point where he couldn't scroll any further, he opened his contacts and dialed Duan Nanhe's number.

A few seconds later, the call was answered. Before the other end could speak, Gu Xijue said irritably, "I was about to come over for a drink. Are you there?"

Duan Nanhe was taken aback. Hearing his friend's annoyed voice, he felt a bit smug: "In broad daylight, instead of working properly at the company, you want to go to a bar with someone. I just got back from abroad last night and I'm still jet-lagged..."

He meant he didn't want to come and wanted to sleep to adjust to the time difference. Duan Nanhe was unaware of the seriousness of the situation, as he hadn't contacted Gu Xijue during his more than two weeks abroad.

Gu Xijue's voice was somewhat harsh: "Are you going to keep me company or not? If you don't, I'll ruin your whole cabinet of good wine."

Upon hearing that the wine was about to be wasted, Duan Nanhe quickly said, "Young Master Gu, please don't touch my wine. I'll take it. I'll risk my life to keep you company, okay?"

"Stop dawdling, hurry up."

After saying that, Gu Xijue hung up the phone. At this moment, he was in a terrible mood and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Just as he was about to start the car, Duan Nanhe called again.

"Should we call Xiao Yi?"

Gu Xijue said, "I won't call you that."

Duan Nan, who was putting on his shoes as he was leaving, was taken aback: "What, did you two argue again because of Miss Su?"

He really hadn't expected that these two guys would get so worked up over a woman. Gu Xijue's voice was cold and deep: "If you don't call him today, don't call him over."

The reason he didn't want to invite Xiao Yi was simple: he didn't want to hear sarcastic remarks.

He was in an extremely bad mood. If Xiao Yi were to stay in the same space with him and exchange a few more words, one of them would likely end up in the hospital today.

After saying that, he hung up the phone. Duan Nanhe looked at his phone, which had been disconnected, feeling confused, but his gossipy heart was still pounding. There's so much fun in being a bystander, and he was one of those bystanders.

A banquet at night.

The appointment was a bit early today, and there weren't many people in the bar at this time.

Duan Nanhe arrived first, followed by Gu Xijue.

Duan Nanhe took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and slowly walked to his side: "Young Master Gu, what's wrong? Drinking in broad daylight."

Gu Xijue didn't speak, but just glanced at him, somewhat impatiently: "You've only had a little to drink, yet you still talk so much nonsense."

"What's wrong with you? Did you take some kind of poison?" Duan Nanhe found the man in front of him a bit strange, and slowly uncorked the bottle and poured him a drink.

The two drank in silence. Suddenly, Duan Nanhe remembered something: "The little mute girl should be giving birth soon, right?"

"I went abroad this time to discuss a project about infant and toddler clothing. I'll have my assistant send a batch to your home later so the little mute can pick some out."

Gu Xijue finished his drink, reached out and took the bottle from Duan Nanhe's hand, and refilled it.

Duan Nanhe looked at Gu Xijue's gloomy face and felt that something was wrong.

So he tapped on the table: "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Xijue glanced at Duan Nanhe: "The baby has been born, it's a girl, pick out some pink ones to give her."

Duan Nanhe: "..."

His voice rose, and he stared straight at Gu Xijue: "No, I remember the little mute was less than nine months pregnant, how come the baby came out of her belly early?"

"Could it be that your parents took the baby out of your belly a month early to bring good luck to your father?"

(End of this chapter)