Yes!
But… it’s gone now!
Gu Xingnian felt as if something was stuck in her throat!
Yet she ultimately didn’t voice this matter. What would be the point of saying it anyway?
Could he possibly “avenge” their child?
But judging by his behavior, it seemed the drugging incident had nothing to do with him!
As the esteemed President of Fu Corporation, no matter how flawed he might be, he wouldn’t stoop to scheming against her womb!
Gu Xingnian’s eyes reddened, but she forced a casual tone:
“Fu Beichen, what makes you think I’d have a child for you? Do you think all the good men in the world are dead?”
He smirked coldly, “Since we both share this understanding, there’s no need to argue about it.”
“I know Grandfather won’t be able to accept Kexin in a short time. I’m not asking you to do anything, just don’t…”
Kick someone when they’re down!
So he was here to plead for his beloved!
“Fu Zong, you overestimate me. I’m not in the habit of competing with other women for affection. As long as she behaves herself, no one would bother provoking her.”
Gu Xingnian looked at him with cold eyes, her tone firm.
“Good that you think this way!”
Fu Beichen breathed a sigh of relief, though he couldn’t understand why facing her like this made him feel… uncomfortable?
“Fu Zong, it’s late. You should leave now!” Gu Xingnian issued the dismissal again.
But Fu Beichen showed no intention of leaving!
Irritated, he reached up and loosened his tie, revealing a glimpse of his firm chest.
In a commanding tone, he said, “I’m hungry! Make me something to eat.”
This was the first time in three years he had made such a request of her.
Gu Xingnian was momentarily stunned, surprise flashing in her eyes.
Soon, she regained her aloof composure.
“There aren’t many ingredients here. If you don’t mind, I can cook you some noodles.”
“Acceptable.”
He was sparing with his words.
Gu Xingnian said nothing more and turned to enter the kitchen.
Fu Beichen walked out to the balcony.
The night breeze carried the city’s noise as it brushed against him.
In the distance, the neon lights of Fu Corporation Tower flickered in the dark night, like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the city.
His gaze fixed on a particular direction of the building.
From this angle, he could just make out the location of his office.
Too bad she would probably never know which floor, which exact position.
She had never visited his company, not even once.
In these three years, it seemed she had never truly entered his world.
Yet it also seemed he had never truly opened the door for her.
His expression grew complex—restless, contemplative, with a hint of… dejection even he hadn’t noticed.
About ten minutes later.
Gu Xingnian emerged carrying a white porcelain bowl.
Inside was a simple bowl of vegetable noodles in clear broth, topped with a golden fried egg and garnished with a few shreds of chicken.
It looked plain, yet unexpectedly… appealing.
“Presentation is decent.”
Fu Beichen offered a brief comment as he walked to the dining table and sat down.
He picked up his chopsticks, lifted a small bundle of noodles, and brought it to his mouth.
The flavor was surprisingly well-balanced—not too salty, not too bland.
The noodles had a good chew, the broth was light and refreshing.
Perhaps he was genuinely hungry, for he ate quickly, yet his movements maintained proper etiquette, exuding an innate elegance.
Gu Xingnian stood not far away, quietly watching him.
Watching him lower his head to eat, her vision suddenly grew somewhat blurry.
She suddenly remembered how, during her studies in Country F, she would often hide in a corner of the library or peer through a café window, secretly watching him eat.
Back then, he was two grades ahead of her—the celebrated golden boy who always had a crowd of beautiful girls around him.
And she? She was merely the most inconspicuous one in the crowd.
Her eyes reddened uncontrollably.
Soon, he finished the small bowl of noodles, leaving hardly any broth behind.
Fu Beichen set down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
This was the only dinner she had ever prepared for him as his wife.
And he had tasted it!
He lifted his gaze to her, his expression unreadable.
“Come to the company tomorrow at ten to sign the agreement.”
“Additionally, I will give you three hundred million.”
“Consider it compensation for these three years. The villa you used to live in will also be transferred to your name. There’s no need for you to stay in this small place.”
His tone was as calm as if he were discussing a business deal.
Even though she had stated beforehand that she wanted nothing after the divorce…
He… did not wish to owe her anything!
Gu Xingnian’s fingers, hanging at her sides, curled slightly, her nails nearly digging into her palms.
She lifted her chin, her face still wearing that icy expression.
“Thank you, Fu Zong!”
Finally, he opened the door and left.
Apart from the faint trace of his cologne lingering in the air, it was as if he had never been there.
The moment the door closed, Gu Xingnian seemed to lose all her strength, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor.
Under the light, her eyes were red-rimmed.
She finally understood the purpose of his visit tonight.
It was… to say goodbye!
Three years.
Three hundred million! Compensation?
In truth, he didn’t need to give her anything!
Twelve years. She had to stop here!
The debt of gratitude she owed him—she had finally repaid it in full!
The next day, 9:50 a.m.
As Gu Xingnian stepped through the revolving glass door of Fu Corporation Tower, sunlight pierced through the clouds but brought her no warmth.
Lin Qi was already waiting in the lobby, dressed in the standard attire of an elite executive assistant, a flawless professional smile on his face.
“Madam, this way!”
There was no melodramatic interrogation from the front desk, no unnecessary scrutiny. Lin Qi directly escorted her to an elevator that clearly stood apart from the others.
The [Elevator in Operation] indicator chimed softly and pleasantly.
The interior was spacious. After pressing the button for the top floor, the elevator ascended swiftly and silently.
Seventy-ninth floor.
When the numbers stopped changing, the elevator doors slid open.
Before her lay an excessively expansive space. Passing by the executive office, a quick glance revealed that he had six secretaries—five men and one woman.
Arriving at the door of the CEO’s office, Lin Qi used his access card to unlock it.
Pushing the door open, the interior design was minimalist yet exuded elegance everywhere. The air carried a crisp, faint fragrance—unidentifiable, yet it evoked a sense of calm, or perhaps, detachment.
“Madam, Fu Zong is still in a meeting and should finish in about ten minutes,” Lin Qi said calmly. “Please have a seat. This is the agreement—you may review it first.”
Gu Xingnian nodded and took the not-too-thick document.
She walked to the sofa, placed the file on the coffee table, opened it, and went straight to the last page where the signature was required.
The pen glided across the paper, leaving her name behind.
Neat and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
She hadn’t even bothered to read the terms. After all, the outcome would be the same, wouldn’t it?
Holding the signed agreement in her hand, she did not return it to Lin Qi.
A barely noticeable flicker of surprise passed through Lin Qi’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. “Madam, I’ll prepare a cup of coffee for you. The CEO will be here shortly to see if he has any further instructions.”
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Lin Qi turned and left, leaving her alone in the office.