Su Nanqing looked at her with amusement. In her previous life, Lin Qiqi had warned her that Gu Yushen would be the death of her, but she hadn’t taken it seriously.
Lin Qiqi was a disciple of Yun Guang Da Shi, skilled in metaphysics and accurate in her predictions.
In her past life, Su Nanqing hadn’t believed it—blinded by love and too captivated by that man’s looks.
Now she knew better. To Gu Yushen, even Song Jiaqi’s farts smelled sweet.
No matter how Song Jiaqi framed her, he never believed Su Nanqing, trusting only Song Jiaqi, who had grown up with him.
Now, the sight of them together made her sick—a feeling only those who had experienced it would understand.
Lin Qiqi hugged her tightly again, patting her back with heartfelt sympathy.
“Thank goodness, Qingqing! You’ve finally come to your senses and stopped loving that scumbag Gu Yushen, who enjoyed your kindness while mistreating you.
Come on, let’s go. A man like that belongs in the garbage dump.
I’ll take you to treat your face. Whoever hit you won’t get away with it.” Lin Qiqi pulled Su Nanqing away.
Su Nanqing smirked coldly. Of course, the person who hit her wouldn’t escape unscathed—she would repay them tenfold.
She sent a message to Qingyue, asking her to secretly come and wake up Old Madam. The cut on Old Madam’s foot was poisoned and difficult to cure, beyond the diagnosis of ordinary doctors.
Watching the two leave, Gu Yushen clenched his fists. Su Nanqing was serious this time.
He only felt sorry for Song Jiaqi, who had grown up with him and was highly sensitive.
He had hit Su Nanqing last time out of rage—she had dared to kidnap Qiqi.
But it turned out to be a misunderstanding. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind: he didn’t want a divorce anymore.
His heart felt hollow, unbearable at the thought of Su Nanqing leaving just like that.
He knew how good Su Nanqing was.
She prepared nutritious breakfasts every morning and waited for him to come home every night.
Thinking of the empty villa since she left months ago,
his handsome face instantly darkened.
Yet, recalling how Song Jiaqi, who had accompanied him since childhood, was often bullied by Su Nanqing, whatever goodwill he held for Su Nanqing was instantly overshadowed by his childhood sweetheart.
“Brother Shen, let’s go.” Song Jiaqi emerged from the ward and, seeing Gu Yushen alone outside, felt much more at ease.
Hearing her voice, Gu Yushen’s expression softened, his deep eyes glowing tenderly.
“Mm, let’s go.”
Song Jiaqi linked arms with him and, noticing his good mood, asked with a smile, “Brother Shen, Su Nanqing is too arrogant. She’ll bring danger to the family in the future. Besides, I’m the one you’re supposed to marry. Su Nanqing has already signed the papers—when will you finalize the last steps?”
She had to marry Gu Yushen.
With his eyes full of her, she knew she would live happily ever after.
The topic circled back, unsettling Gu Yushen’s calm heart.
He looked down at the woman beside him, her gaze affectionate, like an ocean brimming with affection.
They had grown up together, and her loving eyes were irresistible.
But remembering Su Nanqing’s mocking face, he said, “Let’s discuss this later. I’ll keep the promise I made to you.”
After speaking, Gu Yushen felt a stifling discomfort in his heart.
Moreover, the collaboration with Lan Qin Group had abruptly ended.
Hearing his assurance, Song Jiaqi couldn’t conceal her delight. Leaning against Gu Yushen’s arm, she smiled gently. If Gu Yushen refused to divorce, she had plenty of methods to force him and Su Nanqing to separate.
Not even a single grain of rice that belonged to her would she let Su Nanqing snatch away.
She had known about Su Nanqing’s existence long ago.
After Su Nanqing returned, using her superb acting skills to make everyone dislike Su Nanqing was her first step.
A malicious glint flashed in her eyes as she anticipated the scene of Su Nanqing apologizing before everyone tomorrow night.