After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 234 - 177: He Picks Up the White Jade Pendant

Chapter 234: Chapter 177: He Picks Up the White Jade Pendant

Nie Xiaoyun couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Fu, do you like Tang Xi?"

Fu Tingzhou said, "Whether I like her or not, I will marry her."

Nie Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, seeing Fu Tingzhou’s response, she looked at him. Her throat rolled twice, "Mr. Fu, do you know why Tang Xi chose to leave you?"

Fu Tingzhou looked at her as if waiting for her answer.

Nie Xiaoyun said, "Because you’ll never know what she truly wants."

"Isn’t marrying her, becoming Mrs. Fu, what she wants?" Fu Tingzhou’s brows were tightly furrowed.

Nie Xiaoyun simply replied, "Perhaps..."

Now, Miss Tang Xi is gone too, it’s all over no matter what is said. Nie Xiaoyun took a deep breath, her chest filled with sorrow, her eyes grew sore, and she slowly stood up, "I know I don’t deserve to continue working at Fu’s, I’ll leave it to Mr. Fu to decide how to handle it."

She never imagined that the cruise ship Tang Xi was on would sink.

In her heart, there was still a glimmer of hope, that Tang Xi hadn’t boarded the ship.

But this thread of hope was quickly shattered.

The next morning, around ten o’clock, the wreckage of the sunken ship was salvaged, and among it were a few bodies that had been bloated, found because they were trapped in the lower hull. Many personal belongings were also found, which had been sent to the police station to identify the information of the victims.

And Fu Tingzhou’s last shred of hope was gone as well.

Because, at the police station, like the countless relatives coming to claim their deceased, he was holding onto hope, wishing it were not her.

But here, Fu Tingzhou saw a silk scarf.

It was Tang Xi’s.

His memory was clear, because this scarf was a gift he gave her, a light pink silk scarf, given to him by a CEO of a partner company, said to be a Suzhou embroidery speciality, claiming it took three months to hand-stitch and was the only piece, Fu Tingzhou had casually taken it and given it to Tang Xi at that time.

He had even forgotten about it.

Tang Xi rarely wore it, he had hardly seen her wear it a few times. But today, here, Fu Tingzhou saw it... He slowly picked up the scarf, it was wet and had dried, but the real silk was ruined after being soaked in water, yet one could vaguely make out the embroidered pattern on the side, a brand he recognized well.

The man’s complexion turned deathly pale, his tall figure swayed, Fu Tingzhou closed his eyes, and his palm slowly clenched the silk scarf.

Inside, the pain spread throughout his entire body.

For a moment, he couldn’t accept this reality.

In the entire hall, the relatives of numerous victims came, claiming the items salvaged from the shipwreck, identifying the identities of the victims. The hall was filled with husky, painful cries and roars of sorrow and despair.

A young policewoman walked up to Fu Tingzhou, "Do you recognize this scarf? If so, please sign your name to confirm your relationship with the victim and clarify their identity."

Fu Tingzhou grabbed the pen, his fingers trembling as he tried to restrain himself, wanting to write down the name, but he just couldn’t.

The pen slipped from his quivering fingertips, falling to the ground.

The policewoman bent down to pick it up.

At this moment, there were many people in the hall, almost all victims, their personal belongings had been partially recovered from the sea, but their bodies had not been found; the vast ocean makes it difficult to search, there isn’t enough manpower or resources available.

The relatives knelt on the ground, holding the belongings of the victims and crying out loud.

The entire hall was enveloped in an atmosphere of sorrow.

But the man in front of her was very calm.

A very handsome man, he stood tall and straight, his hand tightly clutching the pink silk scarf in his hand. Yet, he trembled continuously, unable to hold the pen, not crying out in grief like the other victims’ families; he was too calm, as quiet as death itself.

But his face was pale, his body covered in sorrow.

Yet, the more he was like this, the more the policewoman by his side felt alarmed, "This gentleman... this gentleman..."

"She won’t be dead; she definitely won’t." Fu Tingzhou’s voice was hoarse, he turned around slowly, his frame staggering, his steps disorderly as he walked out of the hall, murmuring the same phrase over and over, "She won’t be dead." Someone bumped into him, but Fu Tingzhou didn’t care, he just kept walking straight ahead.

The policewoman ran over, "If you don’t sign, you can’t take the item with you. If you are not familiar with this scarf, other victims’ relatives still need to come to claim it; if this scarf belongs to someone you know, then please sign and follow the proper procedure."

The policewoman, seeing Fu Tingzhou as if he had lost his soul, immediately called over two police officers to stop him.

Fu Tingzhou, as if finally erupting, fell into emotional breakdown, bellowing, "She won’t die!!! She won’t!! Definitely not!!"

Two male police officers restrained him.

Soon Guan Yue hurried over, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu."

Fu Tingzhou collapsed and sat down on the steps beside him, grabbing Guan Yue’s hand, "How is it, did you find anything? The bus I asked you to check on, did you find any news about Tang Xi?"

Guan Yue ran over, now panting. She looked at Fu Tingzhou’s collapsing emotions and his eyes carrying the last bit of light, Guan Yue turned her face away, not daring to look at him. Slowly, she shook her head gently.

In Guan Yue’s heart, she had already understood, perhaps Miss Tang Xi had already...

The last glimmer of light in Fu Tingzhou’s eyes also extinguished.

His body fell heavily and he lay on the steps.

The two police officers tried to take a look, seeming to understand the emotion of losing a loved one, and comforted him with a few words.

In the end, Fu Tingzhou finally signed the paperwork.

And took away the silk scarf.

Guan Yue dared not leave, "Mr. Fu, please take a rest."

Fu Tingzhou lay in bed, winding the silk scarf around his palm, as if this were the last thing he could touch that was related to her.

Did she really leave?

Fu Tingzhou was unwilling to believe it, but he had to.

Guan Yue saw this side of Fu Tingzhou for the first time, unfamiliar, vulnerable.

Completely different from the man who usually stood high and mighty, controlled the situation, cold and indifferent.

She wanted to comfort him, but comforting words were too frail, so in the end Guan Yue slowly exited.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit, and Mr. Fu was ready to propose to Miss Tang Xi...

He had finally overcome all the difficulties and was ready to make this decision.

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Fu Tingzhou couldn’t sleep, spending an entire week alone in the bedroom of Tang Xi’s residence at Qingfeng Garden, not coming out, barely eating anything, as if possessed. Later, Guan Yue brought a doctor who administered a hypnotic drug, and the man finally closed his eyes.

When Fu Tingzhou opened his eyes again, it was already deep into the night.

He sat up and looked at the silk scarf wrapped in his palm.

Gently caressing, as if he was touching her cheek.

"Tang Xi, why don’t you come visit me in my dreams?"

Fu Tingzhou was in pain, for he had not dreamt of Tang Xi all week.

"Do you hate me that much, despise me so much, that you finally left me and would never look back?"

It seemed that only in dreams could he see her.

Fu Tingzhou opened the drawer, intending to look for sleeping pills.

As the drawer was pulled open, he searched but could not find the sleeping pills. Annoyed, he emptied out the contents, and suddenly a red velvet box fell out onto the carpet and popped open. Fu Tingzhou had thought that it might have been some jewelry he had given Tang Xi before.

He bent down subconsciously to pick it up and opened it.

And the next second, his pupils slowly dilated in shock, his taut back shivered, his taut emotions swirling as he disbelievingly stared at the item lying inside the box.

It was a White Jade Pendant.

More precisely, shattered, a familiar piece.