He had appeared behind her at some unknown moment, now rolling up his shirt sleeves to reveal sturdy forearms.
Gu Xingnian didn’t even have time to wonder how he understood these things—her brain had already reacted instinctively.
She stepped aside to make space.
Fu Beichen sat down, his gaze calmly sweeping across the chaotic battle on the screen.
“The key.”
He spoke concisely.
Gu Xingnian quickly wrote a string of complex characters on a sticky note and handed it to him.
“02090630CNLFYAMS!”
Fu Beichen merely glanced at it before his fingers landed on the keyboard.
This wasn’t typing.
It was an indescribably fast… phantom!
So fast that only blurry afterimages could be seen, the keyboard producing dense, rainstorm-like clicks.
Code refreshed across the screen like a waterfall, line after line of commands being entered with precise accuracy.
Instead of repairing Gu Xingnian’s firewall, he directly wrote a new counterattack program.
Tracking.
Locating.
Reverse infiltration.
On the screen, the code refreshed at an unbelievable speed. The previously rampant attack paths now seemed to have met their nemesis.
Swiftly severed, eliminated, and counterattacked!
After about five minutes, the alarm stopped.
The opponent was clearly stunned—the offensive instantly collapsed, even showing signs of retreat.
Fu Beichen’s eyes remained cold, his fingers never stopping. Not only did he kick out all intruders, but he also tracked them back through their connections. Forced logout notifications popped up one after another on the screen.
Those previously arrogant attack IP addresses turned gray and disappeared one by one.
As if instantly extinguished by an invisible hand.
But Fu Beichen didn’t stop.
His fingers continued typing, constructing another new program.
“Done!”
He implanted the program into the system, his fingers tapping lightly a few more times.
A shield icon glowing with pale blue light appeared on Gu Xingnian’s desktop.
“Made you a security shield. With this, it won’t be so easy for them to break in again.”
Gu Xingnian looked at the shield, then at the man beside her, her heartbeat still not fully settled.
Fortunately, he had helped today—otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Once again, he had been her hero!
She used to think he was so distant from her, yet now he felt so close.
“Thanks.”
She uttered two words, her voice slightly hoarse from the recent tension.
As soon as she spoke, her phone rang.
“Lu Lie” flashed on the screen.
Gu Xingnian picked up her phone and walked to the window to answer.
“Hello?”
“Nian Nian? How are you there? Why aren’t you accepting the shared connection?” Lu Lie’s voice carried anxiety.
“It’s fine now.” Gu Xingnian glanced at Fu Beichen’s back, keeping her tone as steady as possible. “It’s been resolved! Don’t worry, no data was lost. I’ll transfer it to a new location tomorrow.”
After hanging up, she turned around.
Fu Beichen had already stood up and was looking at her computer screen.
His gaze seemed to linger on the name of an encrypted folder.
Apparently, it contained materials related to both her and Lu Lie—perhaps something connected to the Global Medical Summit.
“What treasure is hidden in this computer of yours?” he asked, his voice low yet carrying an oppressive tone. “To attract so many experts trying to steal it?”
Gu Xingnian remained silent for a moment before quietly responding:
“Fu Beichen, thank you for helping me today. But everyone has their own secrets, don’t they?”
Her tone was calm, carrying a distant politeness.
“I can only tell you this – these things aren’t illegal, don’t involve crimes, and won’t harm anyone. You can rest assured.”
Fu Beichen stared at her for several seconds, ultimately deciding not to press further.
“Since I helped you, shouldn’t you repay me somehow?”
Gu Xingnian’s heart trembled, but she suppressed her suspicions.
“Fine! What… what kind of repayment do you want?”
Fu Beichen approached her, his eyes gleaming with ill-intentioned desire as he reached out a large hand to caress her face.
She instinctively stepped back.
Fu Beichen stared at her, dark emotions swirling in his eyes.
“Do you hate my touch that much?”
His voice carried mockery, along with a barely noticeable hurt. “Before, you used to enjoy it so much.”
Fragments of those intimate moments surfaced in his mind.
He had to admit – his body liked her more than his heart did!
Gu Xingnian suddenly turned her head, a chilling smile curling at her lips.
“Fu Beichen, you have such good memory, still remembering ‘before.’ Get this clear – what is our relationship now!”
“What relationship?” Fu Beichen sneered. “Gu Xingnian, as long as we haven’t gotten the divorce certificate, you’re still my wife! You should fulfill your wifely duties!”
His hand reached out again, wanting to touch her face – just a sudden whim to tease her.
Gu Xingnian sharply turned her head away, her eyes filled with wariness.
“Fu Beichen, why cling like this? Can’t we part on good terms?”
Seeing her disgusted expression, he suddenly laughed.
“Gu Xingnian!” He lightly held her chin, speaking seriously. “Do you really not want it?”
For three years, she had never refused him.
Gu Xingnian slapped his hand away again, speaking sternly.
“Fu Beichen, thank you for helping me today, but I won’t repay you with myself! If you ever need my help in the future, I won’t refuse.”
“Fine, remember your words. I’ll collect this favor later!”
His tone carried arrogance and satisfaction.
Gu Xingnian took out a small blue notepad from the drawer and wrote four characters: One Favor.
Below it, she even signed with an English name with great ceremony! The scribbled signature was barely legible.
“Keep it safe, Fu Zong. Don’t lose it.”
She spoke with complete seriousness.
Fu Beichen took the colored paper, looking at the elegant handwriting.
His eyes darkened deeply!
Since when did he, the richest man, need to collect favors from a mere woman?
Interesting!
He didn’t know why he was acting like this.
Perhaps… he didn’t dislike her that much after all.
Gu Xingnian clearly sensed he was preoccupied tonight, as if something was about to happen.
She poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him.
Fu Beichen’s lips twitched, but he still took it and drank a sip.
After another sip, he put the cup down.
Gu Xingnian took a deep breath and slowly spoke:
“Fu Beichen, it’s been three years. Have you ever thought about having a child with me?”
She had always wanted to know this answer!
Of course, through more probing, she wanted to know whether that innocent child was related to him.
Fu Beichen froze for a moment; he hadn’t expected her to ask such a question.
But he had never imagined what life would be like if the two of them had a child.
Three years had passed, and they had tried their best—it was just her belly that hadn’t cooperated!
However, how could he give her such an answer!
He curled his lips disdainfully, and cold words escaped his mouth:
“Do you think just anyone is qualified to give birth to the Fu family’s heir?”
This sentence undoubtedly pushed Gu Xingnian into an abyss.
“So, even if I had a child… you… wouldn’t want it?”
She clenched her fists tightly, glaring at him with obvious anger.
Fu Beichen looked at her, on the verge of exploding, and smiled nonchalantly.
“I won’t answer such a hypothetical question of yours—it’s meaningless!”
Suddenly, Fu Beichen’s pupils contracted sharply. He grabbed her hand, his voice urgent:
“Are you pregnant?”