Lin Qi supported Fu Beichen as they walked toward the cabin, then whispered:
“Fu Zong, should I call a doctor for you?”
“Where is she?”
“The young mistress is in the V8 Lounge. The old master just spoke with her.”
Fu Beichen’s brow relaxed slightly. It seemed she hadn’t been meeting secretly with Lu Lie.
Inside the V8 Lounge, Gu Xingnian was on the phone.
Sheng Weiwei’s triumphant laughter came from the other end:
“How about that? Diverting the trouble elsewhere was brilliant, wasn’t it? Hitting three birds with one stone—so satisfying! It’s a shame you weren’t there, but I had someone record it. I’m going to make her famous nationwide!”
Indeed, it was a masterstroke: first, it didn’t disrupt the Fu family’s banquet; second, it dealt a heavy blow to Gu Shaoheng; and most importantly, it humiliated Jiang Kexin.
Gu Xingnian’s tone held a hint of reproach: “You’re too bold, you little rascal. When we get back, Godmother will definitely lock you in the dark room!”
“Haha, I believe in settling scores on the spot, never waiting overnight. What do I care about being locked up? Just remember to bring me food.”
Gu Xingnian laughed: “Alright, alright, I promise you won’t go hungry.”
“I’m in such a good mood. Come up and have a couple of drinks to celebrate. Hurry, hurry!”
“Okay!” Gu Xingnian hung up and was just about to leave.
The cabin door opened, revealing a tall man standing there, his handsome face dark enough to drip water.
Seeing Lin Qi supporting him, she guessed he must have had too much to drink at the evening’s social engagements.
“Madam, the young master isn’t feeling well. Could you please take care of him?”
Lin Qi helped Fu Beichen into the suite, then made a quick escape.
Gu Xingnan said calmly, “I’ll have someone bring you Hangover Tea. Rest for a while.”
As soon as she finished speaking and turned to leave, Fu Beichen reached out, pulled her into his embrace, and held her tightly.
The familiar scent of her body wafted over him, stirring a dizzying confusion in his mind.
Inside the cabin, the air felt stifling and suffocating.
Gu Xingnian was startled and tried to break free from his embrace, but this only made him hold her even tighter.
His arms were like iron bands, squeezing her painfully, showing no intention of letting go.
Fu Beichen was like a heavy mountain, pressing Gu Xingnian firmly against his chest with a force that seemed intent on crushing her, embedding her into his very bones and blood.
She could even smell the strong scent of alcohol on him, mixed with an unfamiliar, feverish heat that made her heart race with alarm.
Suddenly, his scorching breath sprayed against the side of her neck, followed by an aggressive kiss that landed heavily on her red lips.
Gu Xingnian’s pupils contracted sharply. Shock and humiliation instantly overwhelmed her reason.
Almost instinctively, she bit down hard!
“Smack!”
A faint taste of blood spread in her mouth, accompanied by a sharp, resounding slap that echoed in the confined space.
Gu Xingnian broke free from his grasp, stepping back with her chest heaving violently. Her voice trembled with uncontrollable fury:
“Fu Beichen, have you lost your mind? Look closely—who do you think I am!”
Fu Beichen’s head was turned to the side from the slap, his face burning with pain. The corner of his mouth was bitten and bleeding.
He slowly turned his head back, his eyes terrifyingly bloodshot, swirling with a mad possessiveness and the fury of being violated as he glared at her.
His voice was hoarse, laced with a fierce intensity.
“Gu Xingnian, how dare you refuse me? How many days has it been since you hooked up with Lu Lie, and now you won’t let me touch you? You’ve erected your chaste memorial archway awfully fast!”
The insulting words pierced Gu Xingnian’s heart like a knife.
Trembling with rage, she retorted without backing down:
“We’re in the middle of getting a divorce! Get your facts straight!”
“Heh.” Fu Beichen let out a low chuckle, but his laughter was laced with ice shards, radiating a reckless obsession.
“I haven’t signed the divorce papers yet. Until the day I do, you’re still my wife!”
He took a step closer, his tall figure casting an overwhelming shadow.
“Right now, I want you.”
He spoke these words slowly and clearly, as if stating an indisputable fact.
Before the words faded, he leaned in again, capturing her lips in an unyielding kiss, this time with an even stronger sense of conquest.
Gu Xingnian struggled in vain, only to feel his scorching breath accompanied by a hoarse whisper in her ear:
“Help me… baby…”
That single word “baby,” filled with an unusual mix of longing and anguish, made her heart jolt violently.
Only then did she clearly sense his abnormality—his body was frighteningly hot, his gaze unfocused yet burning with intense desire. This was not the Fu Beichen she knew.
Could it be… he had taken something unclean?
The thought sent a chill down her spine.
Undoubtedly, it was Jiang Kexin’s “handiwork.”
She pushed hard against his approaching chest, her mind flashing back to Jiang Kexin’s disgusting words:
“When you had your miscarriage, Brother Beichen was in my bed…”
A wave of intense revulsion washed over her. Clenching her teeth, she enunciated each word clearly: “Let Jiang Kexin help you! I think you’re dirty!”
Fu Beichen’s movements froze abruptly.
He lifted his head, a flicker of hurt flashing through his crimson eyes before being swallowed by deeper desire.
His gaze was deadly serious as he spoke, word by word:
“I never slept with her. From beginning to end, there has only been you. Nian Nian, don’t push me away…”
Gu Xingnian was utterly stunned.
What did he say?
He and Jiang Kexin never… How was that possible?
In that moment of distraction, Fu Beichen abruptly turned her around, pressing her firmly against the cold cabin wall.
He pressed tightly against her from behind, his scorching body heat seeping through their thin clothing, making her shudder.
One powerful hand snaked around to the front, tightly restraining her struggling wrists, lifting them high above her head and pinning them against the wall.
His other hand was already roughly tearing at the buttons of his shirt, producing sharp “snapping” sounds.
The icy wall and the burning body behind her created a stark contrast, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
He lowered his head, his feverish lips beginning to kiss her snow-white, delicate back.
This beautiful jade-like back had already occupied his thoughts countless times tonight.
The damp, hot sensation made her scalp tingle. She cried out in panic:
“Fu Beichen! Let me go! I don’t want this!”
But he paid no heed to her pleas and struggles, like a beast completely driven by instinct.
Her cries only fueled the mounting excitement in his body.
As Gu Xingnian struggled violently, she accidentally tore at the wound on Fu Beichen’s hand, causing fresh blood to seep out.
But he didn’t care. All he cared about was her, consumed by the urge to devour her completely.
The memory of her ambiguous interactions with Lu Lie tonight was driving him insane.
“Fu Beichen!” Gu Xingnian’s voice trembled with tears as she cried out in despair, “It’s not the day yet, come to your senses!”
These words seemed to strike a chord.
Fu Beichen’s movements halted for a moment.