Fu Beichen’s tall figure barged straight in.
The apartment’s design was simple, with minimalist furniture, but the addition of purple accents lent it a softness that felt unexpectedly… cozy. It was completely different from his cold, sterile villa.
A faint, elusive fragrance drifted in the air.
This scent… He narrowed his eyes, suddenly recalling how a peculiar fragrance had rendered him unconscious in an instant last night aboard the ship.
His gaze swept the room, finally settling on Gu Xingnian, who stood in her pajamas, watching him with guarded eyes.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a cup of coffee?” His voice carried a hint of morning roughness and an undeniable authority.
Gu Xingnian crossed her arms, her expression icy. “No!”
Seeing her stubborn, unyielding demeanor, the irritation in Fu Beichen’s chest was oddly replaced by a strange sense of amusement.
He stepped closer, his imposing figure radiating intense pressure.
“Don’t you think you owe me some kind of explanation?”
Gu Xingnian was forced to retreat until her back met the cold wall.
“Explanation for what?”
“For instance, what did you use to knock me out last night?”
He pressed forward relentlessly, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce right through her.
She turned her head away, her tone even colder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Gu Xingnian.”
Fu Beichen murmured her name softly, his fingers gently lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“I find that I can’t figure you out at all. You’ve given me too many surprises. Don’t you think you should enlighten me?”
Gu Xingnian’s eyes remained defiant, meeting his gaze without flinching.
“Fu Zong, three years have already passed. Whether you understand me or not, it’s over between us, isn’t it?”
Her attitude was cold enough to freeze anyone solid.
“If you still wish to stay by my side, I might consider extending the duration a little longer.”
The words slipped out before Fu Beichen could think, startling even himself.
Gu Xingnian suddenly laughed, a provocative glint in her eyes. “Fu Zong, could it be that you’ve fallen for me?”
In one swift motion, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.
His gaze drifted downward, settling on the ambiguous red mark on her fair neck—a trace of his loss of control the previous night.
Fu Beichen’s eyes darkened instantly, swirling with a primal desire as he leaned close to her ear. “Beg me! Let me keep you for three more years!”
Beg him!
Gu Xingnian shoved him away abruptly, as if touched by something filthy, her eyes filled with resistance and disgust.
“It’s late, Fu Zong. I need to sleep. Please leave!”
She made no attempt to hide her dismissal.
Fu Beichen took a step back, anger flaring in his heart. “Gu Xingnian, just who are you? What was your real purpose in coming to me?”
If he had asked this question before, she would have told him.
But now, she no longer wanted to.
She curled her lips into a mocking smile. “Perhaps… I’m the kind of person you despise the most.”
“Fu Zong, I don’t know what madness has driven you here in the middle of the night, but you should just sign the divorce papers so we can each go our separate ways!”
She paused, deliberately looking him up and down, her tone laced with sarcasm. “At this point, what’s the use of asking who I am?”
His gaze heavy, he moved closer, his warm breath brushing against her face.
“Don’t you feel even the slightest bit of reluctance?”
His fingers restlessly twirled a strand of her hair, his urgency demanding an answer.
Gu Xingnian’s gaze instantly turned resolute, as if tempered with ice.
“Fu Beichen, the game is over.”
The! Game! Is! Over!
These five words struck his chest like a heavy hammer, suffocating him until he could barely breathe. How dare she treat their marriage as a game?
Staring at her cold face, a sudden impulse surged within him—to grip her neck and demand why she could be so decisive.
Yet simultaneously, a stronger urge overwhelmed him: to crush her into his embrace, torment her thoroughly, and make her weep and beg for mercy beneath him!
These two extreme emotions tore at him, leaving him disoriented.
Clutching the last shred of his dignity, he declared harshly, “Even if we divorce, I won’t let you marry Lu Lie. No one touches a woman Fu Beichen has slept with!”
In his heart, he was already convinced that this woman’s resolve stemmed from Lu Lie.
Otherwise, who would willingly give up the title of the richest man’s wife?
Gu Xingnian: “…”
Was this guy out of his mind, still trying to control her life after divorce?
When had he become so obsessive?
Wait—shouldn’t this overbearing attitude be directed at Jiang Kexin?
Calmly, she replied, “Fu Zong, rest assured. I won’t be with anyone. I guarantee I’ll grow old alone and die alone. Are you satisfied?”
Fu Beichen: “…”
No!
How had this woman transformed from her former docility into such sharp-tongued defiance?
Where did she get the confidence… No, she seemed genuinely self-assured.
She understood music, mastered foreign languages, and was the “Nine-ball Queen”…
She radiated brilliance everywhere, a magnetism that gripped his heart.
It stirred this damn possessiveness within him.
He refused to surrender her to anyone!
Irritation crept over him—this woman gave him a headache.
Suddenly, an alarm blared from another room, casting an eerie red glow throughout the space.
What was this?
Gu Xingnian rushed into the room, her eyes locked on the computer screen.
[Warning! Multiple unknown IPs detected invading!]
[First firewall layer breached!]
[Data leakage in progress…]
Crimson warning boxes flickered wildly, pulsating like a frantic heartbeat.
Her data packets were under siege.
Without a second thought, her fingers flew across the keyboard in reflex.
Lines of code scrolled rapidly as she reinforced firewalls and patched vulnerabilities.
But the attackers were too numerous.
For every breach she sealed, three new points of assault emerged.
IP addresses flooded the screen like a relentless tide.
“Damn it!” she cursed under her breath, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Her fingertips danced across the keyboard, moving so fast they nearly blurred.
Someone was invading her database now—the Chris family must be more desperate than she’d imagined.
Fu Beichen watched her screen, where streams of data flashed by.
She continuously fortified the firewall, repeatedly entering the sequence “02090630” along with various letters—clearly a key.
Her typing speed astonished him, but she was outmatched by at least thirty experts taking turns attacking.
Outnumbered, she struggled to keep up.
[“Second firewall breached!”]
[“Attempt to access core data permissions detected!”]
It’s over.
Her heart sank.
The speed was too fast, impossible to block.
At this rate, her system would inevitably be compromised.
Just then, two shared network requests popped up on the screen!
It was Lu Lie and Feng Jun!
Gu Xingnian’s heart raced. She knew they were here to help her.
But if she accepted and they started talking, her identity as God N would be instantly exposed.
Then she’d be an open book before Fu Beichen. Yet, at this moment, she truly couldn’t hold off a group of top-tier experts alone.
As she hesitated whether to accept, a hand with distinct knuckles pressed down on her shoulder.
“I’ll handle it!”
Fu Beichen’s voice was deep, carrying unshakable composure.