On a Saturday morning, Moon Lake Bay Villa was wrapped in a faint but unmistakable tension. Fu Sinian woke early—or rather, he had barely slept all night. The thought of Gu Jingchen moving in today pressed heavily on his chest, like a massive stone, suffocating him.
Just past nine, the doorbell rang. Su Wanning hurried over and opened the door, her face glowing with unconcealed delight. “Jingchen, you’re here!” Her voice was bright—so bright it grated against the stillness of the house.
Fu Sinian sat on the living room sofa, the newspaper in his hands long forgotten. He watched as Gu Jingchen stood at the doorway, holding a simple suitcase. His shirt was crisp, his hair meticulously styled, and he looked refreshed and composed—nothing like someone who had nowhere to go.
“Mr. Fu, good morning,” Gu Jingchen greeted politely, his tone respectful. Yet beneath it, a faint trace of smugness slipped through his eyes. “I’m really sorry for the disturbance. Thank you for letting me stay for a few days.”
Fu Sinian gave a slight nod without rising. “The guest room is the first door on the right on the second floor.”
His gaze lingered briefly on the suitcase. It looked brand new and expensive—utterly at odds with the image of a struggling entrepreneur.
Su Wanning warmly led Gu Jingchen upstairs, introducing the layout of the house along the way. Meanwhile, her light, cheerful voice drifted down, and the edge of the newspaper in Fu Sinian’s hand slowly crumpled under his grip.
At lunchtime, the three of them sat together for the first time. Gu Jingchen was impeccably courteous, repeatedly thanking Fu Sinian for his hospitality, his words layered with careful flattery. However, Fu Sinian noticed with sharp clarity that Gu Jingchen’s gaze would repeatedly drift toward Su Wanning, while she responded with soft, sweet smiles.
After the meal, Fu Sinian returned to his study to handle work. Around three in the afternoon, he felt thirsty and went downstairs to the kitchen for water. The moment he stepped into the living room, his footsteps stopped.
Gu Jingchen stood at the open kitchen counter, holding a bone china mug as he drank. It was not an ordinary mug—it was Fu Sinian’s personal one. A custom piece from a top British brand, his initials engraved at the bottom. It had been Su Wanning’s birthday gift to him last year.
Then his pupils tightened further.
Gu Jingchen was wearing a light blue shirt. It was an Italian handmade shirt that Fu Sinian had not even unpacked yet, originally meant to hang at the innermost section of his walk-in closet.
“Mr. Gu seems to have worn the wrong clothes,” Fu Sinian said, his voice cold as ice. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Gu Jingchen turned around, his face carrying just the right mix of surprise and innocence. “Ah, sorry, Mr. Fu. I saw this shirt hanging there and thought Wanning had prepared it for me.” He tugged lightly at the collar, speaking as naturally as if commenting on the weather. “It fits quite well.”
At that moment, Su Wanning came downstairs. Seeing the scene, her expression shifted slightly. She quickly walked over to Gu Jingchen and said softly, “Why are you wearing Sinian’s clothes? You should change.”
Her tone was gentle—less a scolding, more a soft complaint tinged with affection. Fu Sinian noticed she did not say a single word about the mug.
Gu Jingchen immediately showed a look of apology. “That was my oversight. I’ll go change right away.”
He turned and walked upstairs. As he passed Su Wanning, the two of them exchanged a brief glance. It was subtle, fleeting—but enough to make Fu Sinian’s heart sink to the bottom.
Later that afternoon, Fu Sinian needed a reference book from the shelf in the guest room. He pushed the door open.
The room had already been rearranged. The suitcase lay open on the floor, a few clothes casually draped over the back of a chair.
What caught his eye most sharply was the photo frame on the bedside table.
The picture was clearly printed recently, slightly blurry, yet still recognizable. It showed Su Wanning and Gu Jingchen back in high school. In the photo, they stood side by side on the school field in their uniforms. Su Wanning was smiling brightly, while Gu Jingchen tilted his head slightly toward her, his gaze gentle and warm.
Fu Sinian stood frozen, feeling as though all the blood in his body rushed to his head in an instant. This photo—this frame—was placed so openly in their guest room. And Su Wanning had allowed it.
“Sinian?” Su Wanning’s voice came from behind. “What are you doing here?”
Fu Sinian slowly turned, pointing at the frame. “What is this?”
For a brief moment, panic flickered across her face, but she quickly composed herself. “Oh, that’s something Jingchen brought. It’s just a high school photo of us. What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Fu Sinian almost let out a cold laugh. “Do you think it’s appropriate to place a photo of you and another man in our home?” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“That was years ago!” Su Wanning frowned, her tone carrying clear displeasure. “Can you not be so sensitive? It’s just an ordinary photo.”
“Ordinary?” Fu Sinian stared straight into her eyes. “If I placed a photo of myself with another woman in the guest room, would you still think it’s ordinary?”
Her expression changed slightly, yet she stubbornly held her ground. “That’s different! Jingchen and I are just old classmates—you know that!”
Fu Sinian said nothing more. Looking at her stubborn expression, a deep sense of exhaustion suddenly washed over him. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand how inappropriate this was—she simply refused to admit it. Or perhaps, she simply didn’t care about his feelings at all.
At dinner, the atmosphere grew even more strained.
Gu Jingchen seemed to sense something and became unusually cautious, constantly trying to lighten the mood with small talk. Meanwhile, Su Wanning was clearly upset with Fu Sinian. She barely looked at him the entire time, yet laughed warmly at every one of Gu Jingchen’s jokes.
Fu Sinian ate in silence, the food tasteless in his mouth. Watching the two of them across the table, he suddenly felt that they were the real pair—and he was nothing more than an unnecessary intruder.
After dinner, Fu Sinian returned to his study under the pretense of work. He stood by the window, staring into the deepening night outside, as anger and disappointment surged within him like a rising tide.
The shirt worn without permission, the personal mug casually used, the intimate photo displayed in the guest room, and Su Wanning’s blatant indulgence… each incident struck like a heavy hammer, shattering the last remnants of hope he had for this marriage.
He knew that these three days would be the final chance he gave this relationship. If Su Wanning continued to trample over his boundaries so recklessly, then…
Fu Sinian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, only cold resolve remained.
Outside, the lights of Moon Lake Bay still glittered brilliantly. Yet inside the villa, the three people each carried their own hidden thoughts, slowly moving toward an ending that had long been inevitable.