Abandoned on a stormy night, I divorced and remarried into a wealthy family.

There were no pleasantries, no mention of past relationships.

Song Qintang thought that Gu Huizhou probably didn't want to hear about the past.

She knew even better that Gu Huizhou didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore.

Gu Huaihua's death has always been a thorn in his side.

She had to swallow her pride and beg him to rest assured that she would never bother him again.

Gu Huizhou's peripheral vision kept falling on that slender figure. He looked at her back, which was hunched over like a shrimp, and the white skin exposed at the back of her neck stood out vividly in the darkness.

She kept her head down, and his gaze lingered on her without any attempt to conceal it.

Even after several years, she still had fair skin and a slender figure, and her plain-colored trench coat outlined a delicate and pitiful curve.

But the liveliness and pride of childhood are gone.

Beneath her beige coat, she trembled slightly with unease.

Gu Huizhou withdrew his gaze; he didn't want to linger on her any longer.

I didn't want her to disturb my thoughts too much.

Although his gaze hadn't left her since she came in.

He put down his teacup, and after a long silence, spoke coldly, "Mrs. Wu, you shouldn't have come to see me!"

Gu Huizhou wasn't saying this to make things difficult for Song Qintang. She was married, while he wasn't, so she shouldn't be appearing with another man late at night.

Ask him for a favor.

His cold and ruthless voice chilled Song Qintang to the bone. She could tell from Gu Huizhou's words that she shouldn't bother him anymore.

But she had nowhere to turn and no one to turn to.

Behind her was her mother, who could be kicked out of the ward at any moment; Dekang Nursing Home was her mother's last hope.

Song Qintang looked up and met Gu Huizhou's gaze, which was cold and devoid of warmth, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Her heart tightened, and she whispered her predicament, "Because I have nowhere else to turn."

Gu Huizhou looked at Song Qintang's slightly reddened eyes. She slowly raised her head, and the warm light above her head shone on her face. Her fair face showed her unease, and her lower lip was tightly pursed.

Those bright and lively almond-shaped eyes have lost their luster due to the hardships of life.

Instead, she became aloof and silent, her innocence transformed into a delicate and alluring charm, a haunting nightmare in Gu Huizhou's dreams.

He didn't like her alluring face, and he disliked even more her affectionate eyes, which could easily stir up feelings of pity in his heart.

But what he dislikes most now is that she has reappeared in front of him.

He resisted anything about her, yet she always managed to intrude into his world.

As Gu Huizhou listened to Song Qintang's words, his eyes deepened, and a cold and indifferent smile appeared on his lips.

He relaxed his back, leaning back in his chair. His aloof and indifferent face remained unfathomable, revealing neither joy nor anger. His fingers were interlaced in front of his abdomen as he spoke in a cold, hard voice: "Mrs. Wu, are you implying that you need me to pave your way?"

"I'm not a philanthropist!"

Song Qintang felt a tightness in her chest, and she shook her head.

Gu Huizhou raised an eyebrow: "A person with hands and feet, yet the Wu family has turned them into parasites."

"They've created their own trap!"

Gu Huizhou's words were full of sarcasm, slowly tearing at her heart.

In front of Gu Huizhou, she was easily exposed to his humility and depravity in her marriage, which ultimately led to her being driven to despair.

She was too embarrassed to argue with Gu Huizhou, as it would make it even harder for her to face her former friends.

She was truly pathetic. She was no longer the bright and lively Song Qintang she once was. She had lost her home and her father. The marriage she had painstakingly obtained was full of weighing the pros and cons, a testament to her incompetence.

The private room fell silent; Gu Huizhou did not hear Song Qintang's answer.

He looked at her drooping eyelids, her slender shoulders hunched in embarrassment, a sight that evoked pity.

Gu Huizhou sighed. He thought to himself that he shouldn't have seen her in the first place.

The deeply buried thorns, transformed into harsh words, pierced not only her, but also him.

When his gaze fell on Song Qintang again, he saw that her eyes were red at the corners, but the tears she held back stubbornly refused to fall.

He got up and walked over uncontrollably.

Before the visual appeal, her warm fragrance was noticeable.

The soft, warm fragrance wafted from her, the orange blossom scent she had loved since childhood. But upon closer inspection, it was different; there was no dry-down, only the monotonous scent of a cheap imitation.

A strand of her long, loose hair was wrapped around her cheek, and her eyes looked weak and helpless.

Her delicate, translucent earlobes were slightly red, making her look even more pitiful.

The loose, plain-colored trench coat wrapped around her thin body, making her appear frail and delicate, exuding a timid and fragile aura.

The man who seduced her wanted to ravage her until she was weak.

Song Qintang had practiced dancing since she was a child, and she was delicate and supple. He had indeed experienced how soft her body was.

He drew closer, his tall and imposing figure exuding an overwhelming sense of power even without him doing anything, casting a dark shadow over his head and face.

Song Qintang was stunned for a moment, and her body instinctively wanted to shrink back.

Gu Huizhou has always carried an aloofness that keeps strangers at bay. Even if he takes the initiative to approach, the person being approached will subconsciously avoid him.

Perhaps it was fear, or perhaps it was an uncontrollable sense of inferiority in front of him, that led her to retreat as a way of masking her feelings.

Gu Huizhou took in all of Song Qintang's movements. He reached out to rub her soft hair. The sleeves brought out a cool woody scent, and the exquisite sleeves made him look even more noble.

But that hand never came down.

He stared intently at Song Qintang's expression: "I'll help you one last time. Do you want a hospital room or Dekang Hospital?"

Song Qintang, who had been feeling lost and confused, understood that Gu Huizhou was willing to help when she heard his words.

She quickly looked up and met Gu Huizhou's scrutinizing eyes. She suppressed the fear she felt towards him and her thoughts raced.

For Lu Pingping, a hospital is naturally better, and since hospitals don't have wards, Dekang Hospital is her second choice.

She quickly made a decision: "Don't worry, Mr. Gu, I will never bother you again."

As Song Qintang finished speaking and was about to bow her head in gratitude, her chin was suddenly pinched by a hot and strong finger.

The veins on her well-defined hands stood out, and Song Qintang looked panicked as she was forced to look up.

When she met Gu Huizhou's gaze, his eyes were like an unfathomable abyss, icy and chilling, making Song Qintang instantly feel ashamed. She could never face him directly, feeling more guilty than anything else.

That's true; no one could easily forgive someone in that situation.

Even if he suddenly makes such an aggressive move towards her, there is a reason for it.

He only felt hatred towards her; how could his attitude towards her contain any other meaning?

Gu Huizhou's grip was quite strong, and Song Qintang felt a slight, dull pain in her chin, but she dared not dodge, enduring the unease and trembling.

Gu Huizhou looked at her, the skin beneath his hands was warm, her excessively beautiful eyes were filled with fear, her soft, tousled hair made her eyes appear even brighter and clearer, like wisps of smoke lingering under the moon, or like a fledgling sparrow huddled in the deep shadow of a raptor, looking exceptionally frail, making him want to crush her the next second, he almost lost control...