For three years of their hidden marriage, this was how they had always fulfilled their marital duties.
Today was the fifth day of the lunar month. As usual, Fu Beichen had the housekeeper bring Gu Xingnian to Nianxin Pavilion.
She had always loved the garden full of pure white lilies at Nianxin Pavilion—their fragrance filled the air, creating a dreamlike beauty.
But the three-year period had ended. She wasn’t just here for this final appointment.
Today, she must divorce him!
When she entered the room, Fu Beichen was just stepping out of the bathroom.
Bare-chested, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist—the classic inverted triangle physique, every inch radiating power. A towel hung loosely around his waist, water droplets tracing the contours of his well-defined muscles down his chiseled abs and deep v-line, disappearing beneath the edge of the towel, inviting imagination.
His handsome face was truly a masterpiece crafted by the creator.
At this moment, his thin lips were pressed together, tinged with a post-bath flush that did nothing to soften his expression, instead exuding an icy aloofness that kept others at bay.
He scooped Gu Xingnian into his arms and carried her straight to the bed.
She gasped in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
Fu Beichen lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
Today, he was as impatient as always—perhaps because they hadn’t seen each other for too long.
The temperature in the room kept rising…
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The fifth and twenty-fifth of each month were the days Fu Beichen had designated for their conjugal visits.
On these dates, the housekeeper would bring her to Nianxin Pavilion, but they never lived together.
It was time. The divorce papers in her bag reminded her—this was the fate of her marriage.
Her entire life had only borrowed him for three years.
In the middle of the night, Gu Xingnian woke up from hunger.
The man beside her had long disappeared, not even leaving behind warmth on the bed.
Her entire body ached as she struggled to get up, throwing on a robe before heading downstairs.
Downstairs, the housekeeper approached her.
“Madam, you’re awake. You must be hungry. Before leaving, Sir instructed the staff to prepare bird’s nest porridge for you.”
“Alright, thank you.”
Gu Xingnian sat down and began sipping the bird’s nest porridge unhurriedly.
She casually scrolled through her phone when several trending headlines suddenly popped up on the screen.
#Fu Billionaire Throws Multi-Million Birthday Bash for Jiang Family Heiress
#Wedding Bells Soon: Fu Beichen and Jiang Kexin Commit in F Country
Her pupils contracted sharply, clearly startled by the news.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over her.
Jiang Kexin!
So, his white moonlight was named Jiang Kexin.
His beautifully named Nianxin Pavilion—every moment of it was torturing her emotions. Nianxin… it was built for Jiang Kexin!
Her eyes reddened slightly as she stared at the devastatingly handsome face in the photo—her husband, Fu Beichen.
He held a beauty in his arms, smiling brilliantly.
She had once thought he was naturally cold and never smiled.
Turns out, he just didn’t like smiling for her.
The fiery red jadeite necklace shaped like a lily around Jiang Kexin’s neck stabbed deeply into her heart.
That was the one she had liked for so long…
She set down her spoon and went upstairs to change.
Looking at the empty bed, the chill in her eyes deepened.
This man truly had boundless energy—rolling in the sheets with her in the afternoon, then flying off to F Country to celebrate his red-haired confidante’s birthday that very night.
Ten minutes later, Gu Xingnian went downstairs and asked the housekeeper to drive her home.
She would never come back here again.
Returning home, she took out the divorce papers from her bag and flipped through them.
She had prepared this a month ago and kept it in her bag, originally intending to give it to Fu Beichen today, but he ended up running off.
The next day at noon, she was awakened by the ringing of her phone.
Seeing over 20 missed calls from her best friend Sheng Weiwei, she wondered what major incident had occurred.
She quickly called back.
“Young lady, you finally answered! I thought you might have done something drastic—you scared me to death!”
Sheng Weiwei’s opening complaint made Gu Xingnian helplessly pat her forehead.
“Don’t worry, I love life and cherish it dearly.”
After a night’s sleep, she felt less suffocated inside.
“Wait for me, I’m flying back to see you right away,” Sheng Weiwei said urgently.
“Alright, I’ll be waiting!”
After hanging up, Gu Xingnian felt an emptiness in her heart. Staring at the ceiling, she recalled all the moments she had shared with Fu Beichen over the years.
In middle school, when he skipped a grade, she followed suit; when he went abroad, she went abroad too; when he studied medicine, she unhesitatingly chose medicine as well… She even jumped into the sea after him when he fell in…
Yet he still had no impression of her!
Three years ago, he was in a car accident and lost his eyesight. Hearing that his first love had fled abroad, she came to him!
At that time, Grandma Li, on her deathbed, used her connections to marry Gu Xingnian into the Fu family.
Initially, Fu Beichen despised her. Later, due to a scheme by Master Fu, they became a real couple. Then came the constant pressure to have children, leading Fu Beichen to agree to a twice-a-month marital arrangement with her.
She remembered it wasn’t until the second year of their marriage that Fu Beichen’s eyes were cured. When he looked at her, he radiated coldness and disgust.
She thought she could warm his heart.
Turns out, the spark wasn’t with her.
The phone rang again, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Gu Xingnian answered the call, but after just two sentences from the other end, it was hung up.
The caller was Madam Fu, summoning her back to the old residence immediately.
A sense of foreboding washed over her, but without time to dwell on it, she hurriedly got out of bed.
By 4 p.m., Gu Xingnian had returned to the Fu family’s old residence.
The Fu family was a top-tier wealthy household in Haishi, with vast business interests. Master Fu had two sons and two daughters. Fu Beichen, as the eldest grandson of the main branch, naturally received more attention.
As Gu Xingnian entered the hall, Madam Fu immediately stood up.
She shot a venomous glare at Gu Xingnian. “It was you who tattled to Father, wasn’t it? I never expected you, usually so quiet, to pull such an underhanded move?”
Facing her hostile mother-in-law, Gu Xingnian parted her red lips and replied, “Madam Fu, I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
“Beichen is in the study, being punished.”
With a glance from Madam Fu, the butler escorted Gu Xingnian upstairs.
As she approached the study, she could hear arguing.
“You unfilial son, how dare you talk back? Are you trying to kill me with anger?”
Master Fu was disciplining his grandson behind closed doors, nearly spitting blood in fury.
“Grandfather, forcing something won’t make it sweet. Didn’t you promise me that if Gu Xingnian didn’t get pregnant within three years, you’d allow me to divorce and remarry?”
“You little brat, still thinking about divorce? Right now, you’re still married! I won’t allow you to keep spreading rumors with that Jiang woman. Issue a public statement to clarify immediately.”
“I can’t control what’s said online. Why bother arguing with the internet, Grandfather?”
“I’ll beat you to death!”
Sounds of clattering and banging came from inside.
Gu Xingnian composed herself and knocked on the door.
When the door opened, Fu Shihong looked visibly surprised to see Gu Xingnian.
“Nian Nian is here!”
“Grandfather, please don’t let yourself get so worked up that it harms your health.”
Gu Xingnian reached out to support him back into the room, offering a gentle smile.
“What are you standing there for? Apologize to Nian Nian right now!” Fu Shihong harshly commanded Fu Beichen.
Fu Beichen pressed his thin lips tightly together, his face full of disdain. He had deliberately released the news only after the three-year deadline, believing this woman would know her place.
“Grandfather, I’d like to speak with Beichen alone.”
After Gu Xingnian spoke, Master Fu tactfully withdrew.
Gu Xingnian glanced at him. “Fu Beichen, let’s get a divorce. I’ll step aside for you!”
Fu Beichen looked slightly surprised, staring at her as if she were some strange creature.
He had expected her to make a scene upon returning, or at least have Grandfather back her up. Never did he imagine she would casually mention divorce so lightly.
Was she actually willing to voluntarily give up her position as Mrs. Fu?
She added, “We can handle the paperwork first. You can tell Grandfather whenever it’s convenient for you later.”
He remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking. “What compensation do you want?”
“None needed. Let’s part on good terms. Here’s the divorce agreement I drafted.” She spoke breezily, without any hesitation, pulling the prepared agreement from her bag and placing it on the table.
Fu Beichen sneered, his cold eyes fixed on her. “Since you’re being reasonable, I naturally won’t treat you unfairly. Come to my company tomorrow morning to sign. I’ll have legal draft the divorce agreement.”
The implication was clear: what went into the divorce agreement wasn’t her decision to make.
“Fine, I’ll be there!” Gu Xingnian gave him an expressionless glance before walking out of the study.
To her, parting on good terms was the most dignified ending she could give this marriage.
Gu Xingnian stayed at the Fu residence for dinner. When leaving, she proactively hugged Grandfather Fu and prepared to drive away.
Just then, rain suddenly began to fall, pattering down like a mournful lament.
After taking a few steps, she was suddenly struck by abdominal pain, and a warm stream of blood flowed down between her legs.