What entered her eyes was a tall figure—long-limbed and upright.
He wore a black tailored suit, with sharp brows and striking eyes.
The outer corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, giving him a somewhat alluring yet entirely non-effeminate look.
His nose was perfectly straight, his thin lips like something drawn from a painting, with clearly defined peaks.
A cold aura surrounded his entire body. He looked like a prince who had walked out of a dark, gothic century.
The servant took the suit jacket that Gu Hengzhi had removed.
“Sir, would you like dinner?”
“No.” His cold voice did not match his noble and gentlemanly appearance at all.
Feeling Su Wanqing’s overly direct gaze, Gu Hengzhi only frowned slightly in displeasure.
Then he strode toward the study upstairs.
Su Wanqing put down her spoon and took the towel handed by the servant to wipe her hands.
“I’m full. Thank you for your trouble.”
The servant looked flattered.
“This is what we should do, Madam.”
Su Wanqing nodded slightly.
In the bedroom
Su Wanqing collapsed onto the large bed in exhaustion.
Although it was said that sincerity could move heaven and stone, she now felt somewhat lost, even a little headache forming.
How was she supposed to make the little one let down his guard?
With this thought, she drifted off to sleep.
Su Wanqing had a very long dream—one that included both touch and pain.
In a hotel.
On a large bed, she felt the weight on her body.
She tried to scream, but no sound came out.
She was firmly restrained. When she struggled, the sensation in her palm made her heart tremble.
“Aah… it hurts!”
She cried out in pain.
But the person above her showed no regard for her feelings at all.
……
A chaotic, disordered night.
At dawn, Su Wanqing was awakened by pain.
The man beside her looked familiar yet unfamiliar. The more she tried to think, the more her head hurt.
The scent of passion in the air had not yet dissipated. She looked down at herself under the blanket—completely naked, her entire body covered in bruises, not a single patch of intact skin.
The scene shifted.
Pregnancy was discovered. Marriage followed like a fast-forward montage, flickering rapidly before her eyes.
Ten months of pregnancy ended in childbirth. The cry of a newborn broke the silence of the hospital corridor.
During her pregnancy, Su Wanqing had faint expectations for this child. When the baby was finally born, she even felt a sense of disbelief—she had truly experienced pregnancy and childbirth. The father, however, had never appeared.
Everything seemed as it originally was—she had not been ill or dead. She had a normal pregnancy and childbirth, with her parents’ meticulous care. Every time she suffered severe morning sickness, under her coaxing, her usually irritable older brother would repeatedly suppress the urge to go and beat up the “culprit.”
Later, the child was born—and everything began to spiral out of control.
She became increasingly violent, clinging desperately like a piece of stubborn gum to her childhood sweetheart, the neighbor boy. She used every possible means, shameless and relentless. Later, her arranged-marriage husband exposed the filthy truth—that she had drugged someone and ended up in the wrong bed that night.
Su Wanqing would lash out verbally at this small child.
She didn’t want to.
Her original intention had been to kiss him, to hold him, to love him properly.
But the child grew colder and lonelier. Every time she saw his small figure being called “little beggar” or “bastard” and showing no reaction—just a numb expression—her heart ached.
But she hadn’t wanted to say those things. She couldn’t control herself. She wanted to say loving words, but what came out were always hurtful ones.
How could she bear it?
He was the child she had painfully carried for ten months and given birth to. Although she had been confused at first, later she came to look forward to him. She wanted to love him properly.
Su Wanqing crouched down in pain, holding her head.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Su Wanqing opened her eyes and stood up.
Everything around her was pitch black, and a beam of light shone down from above her head.