Monday at the Huachen Group headquarters was wrapped in a busy atmosphere. Fu Sinian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking down at the city below. Three days had passed since he discovered that cufflink in the car. During these three days, he had continued to preside over meetings, review documents, and meet clients as usual. Everything appeared orderly on the surface, yet only he knew that something deep within him was quietly collapsing.
“CEO Fu, Vice President Lu has arrived,” the secretary’s voice came through the intercom.
“Send him in.” Fu Sinian turned around, adjusting his suit cuff with his usual composed elegance.
Lu Zeyan pushed the door open and walked in, his expression grave. He held a folder in his hand, his steps noticeably quicker than usual.
“I’ve found something,” Lu Zeyan said bluntly, placing the folder on the desk. “And it’s not good.”
Fu Sinian gestured for him to sit while he calmly walked back behind the desk. Instead of opening the folder immediately, he first poured a cup of tea for Lu Zeyan. As the tea filled the cup, thin wisps of steam rose, and the fragrance slowly spread through the air.
“Let’s start with the cufflink,” Lu Zeyan said, accepting the cup but not drinking. “It’s from a low-end men’s accessory brand, priced at no more than 500 yuan at retail. Through special channels, I checked purchase records from the past three months. There were seventeen transactions in the Capital City, and one of them was registered under Gu Jingchen.”
Fu Sinian tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, the rhythm steady. A 500-yuan cufflink—completely out of place compared to the luxury items Su Wanning usually came into contact with. He recalled that morning when she had casually thrown it into the trash, saying it was just a worthless trinket.
“Go on,” Fu Sinian said calmly.
Lu Zeyan opened the folder and took out a company registration document. “This is Gu Jingchen’s company—Jingchen Cultural Communications. Registered capital: 500,000 yuan, but the actual paid-in capital is almost zero. The company doesn’t have a fixed office; its registered address is just a desk in a shared workspace. Over the past year, bank records show almost no stable income. Most of the time, it’s been operating at a loss.”
Fu Sinian took the documents and skimmed through them quickly. Several small incoming payments on the company’s accounts coincided exactly with Su Wanning’s recent large expenditures. His gaze gradually turned colder.
“There’s more,” Lu Zeyan continued, pulling out another file. “This is Gu Jingchen’s academic record. He attended Capital City Experimental High School, the same as Su Wanning. But in his final year, he was expelled for stealing a classmate’s watch worth 20,000 yuan. There’s even a police inquiry record from that time.”
Fu Sinian’s eyes lingered on the aged file. Theft. Expulsion. None of it matched the image Su Wanning had once described—a gentle, considerate senior. He remembered her mentioning her high school days once, saying there had been a senior who treated her very well, often helped her with studies, and even drove away boys who bothered her. At the time, her eyes had carried a trace of fond nostalgia. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“Gu Jingchen…” Fu Sinian murmured, his fingertip brushing lightly over the photograph in the file. The boy in the picture had delicate features, yet there was a hint of rebellious defiance in his gaze.
“Do you want me to keep digging?” Lu Zeyan asked, his voice carrying restrained anger. “I can find out exactly how far things have gone between them.”
Fu Sinian remained silent for a moment, then shook his head. “Not for now. First, investigate Gu Jingchen’s current financial situation and social connections. Especially who he’s been interacting with recently.”
“Understood.” Lu Zeyan nodded. “I’ve already arranged for someone to monitor him 24 hours a day. But, Sinian…” He hesitated briefly. “How do you plan to handle this?”
Fu Sinian stood up and walked back to the window. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a long shadow behind him. His posture remained straight, as if nothing had happened, but the tightly clenched fists at his sides betrayed the turmoil within.
“We’ll talk after everything is clear,” he said quietly, yet his tone carried unquestionable resolve. “I want to know why she did this.”
Lu Zeyan looked at his friend’s back, his emotions complicated. In all the years he had known Fu Sinian, he had never seen him suppress his feelings like this. Any ordinary man would have erupted in anger, yet Fu Sinian maintained a terrifying calm.
“Alright. I’ll keep investigating,” Lu Zeyan said as he stood. “I’ll inform you immediately if there’s any update.”
The office door closed softly, and silence returned. Fu Sinian remained by the window, his gaze fixed on the distance. The city skyline looked especially clear under the sunlight, yet his vision gradually blurred.
Gu Jingchen. That name was now tied to every suspicious clue—cheap cufflinks, a hollow company, a disgraceful past. And Su Wanning… the wife he had believed he would spend his life with… was drawing closer and closer to such a man. This story is hosted at novelping(.)com.
He thought back to their wedding day. Su Wanning had worn a pure white gown and smiled as she said, “Sinian, I will love you forever and stay loyal to you forever.” Her eyes had been clear and sincere, without the slightest hint of falsehood.
But now…
Fu Sinian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the last trace of warmth had vanished, replaced by a cold, resolute determination.
He picked up the intercom. “Secretary Li, cancel all my appointments this afternoon.”
“Yes, CEO Fu. Do you need me to arrange a car for you?”
“No.” He paused. “I have some personal matters to handle.”
After hanging up, he picked up his suit jacket and strode out of the office. As he passed the secretary’s desk, Secretary Li noticed that his expression was even colder than usual, but her professionalism kept her from asking any questions.
The elevator descended slowly. Fu Sinian looked at his reflection in the mirrored wall. The man who once commanded the business world now felt a helplessness he had never known before. He understood that once certain truths were uncovered, there would be no turning back. But he had to know—he had to see with his own eyes what the woman he had loved with everything truly thought of him.
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped into the parking lot. Sunlight streamed in from the exit, casting bright patches of light across the ground. He paused at the boundary between light and shadow for a brief moment, then resolutely stepped into the light.
No matter what, he would uncover the truth completely. Even if it would leave him in unbearable pain, he had to witness it with his own eyes.