Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me
Chapter 72 - 73: Gu Zixuan suddenly hugged his neck

Chapter 72: Chapter 73: Gu Zixuan suddenly hugged his neck

Feng Chengjin’s car sped away.

By the time He Qimo rushed out, he realized he couldn’t see any trace of Gu Zixuan along the way.

His anxiety grew and he repeatedly called Gu Zixuan’s phone, only to find it was always turned off.

"Where could she go?"

Back at the house without seeing her drive, He Qimo irritably banged his hand on the steering wheel and dialed the home phone, "Check the surveillance, which car did Madam leave in?"

"Okay, Mr. He." Two minutes later, an awkward voice came from the other end, "Mr. He, Madam wasn’t seen taking a car, she just walked down the road outside the villa."

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Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Gu Zixuan watched Feng Chengjin, who took the bag from in front of her before driving, and then took out her phone and turned it off right in front of her. Her eyes flickered.

But considering her situation, what’s the point of waiting for a call?

With a wry smile of self-mockery, she stifled the heartache that arose, turning her face to the side to breathe steadily.

The phone case was slightly warm, which puzzled her, but she didn’t think much of it.

On the other side, Feng Chengjin gazed at her silent demeanor, not uttering a word.

The car drove from the He Mansion all the way to the city center.

Throughout the journey, the only sound in the car was their shallow breathing, nothing more.

Only Gu Zixuan’s sadness spread silently.

As she got out of the car, Gu Zixuan lowered her head and softly said, "Thank you."

Feng Chengjin didn’t respond, merely pressed his lips together, turned his head to look out the car window, and said evenly, "If you’re truly feeling wronged, just cry it out, holding back will only make it worse."

The sudden revelation struck like a knife cutting into the tenderest part of Gu Zixuan’s heart.

In that instant, she found it impossible to hold back the sour feeling in her heart any longer.

Tears began to well up, and despite her attempts to hold them in, they started to flow.

The more she tried to hold them back, the more tumultuous they became.

Feng Chengjin pursed his lips, glanced over, and handed her a few tissues.

But just as he leaned over to do so, Gu Zixuan suddenly grabbed his neck, burying her head fiercely against his chest.

"Why, why do they have to treat me like this?"

He was taken aback, stiff and unmoving.

After a while, when Gu Zixuan’s sobbing became more pronounced, he slowly raised his hand.

His fingers trembled slightly at her shoulder. After a brief pause, he placed his hand there, neither too hard nor too soft, embracing her in his arms.

The warmth of his care felt so familiar, mingling with the clean scent of his shirt.

Gu Zixuan’s grievance grew more intense.

Remembering how He Qimo used to comfort her when she was worried during her periods of blindness, embracing her again and again, reassuring her not to fear life.

Until the end, she couldn’t pull herself out of that heartache.

Sniffling, she looked at Feng Chengjin’s suit, now ruined because of her, and said, "Sorry, I will compensate you."

The suit was Armani, worth tens of thousands.

Feng Chengjin didn’t speak, his gaze quietly fixed on Gu Zixuan, pondering her earlier cries, "He wasn’t like this before, why did he change?"

"The promises he made before our marriage eight years ago, saying he’d always treat me well and never let me suffer any grievances, have they all been forgotten?"

The darkness widened gradually.

For a long time, Gu Zixuan waited for his response, and knowing she had troubled him too much, she said, "I’m really sorry," and was about to push the door open to get out.

"Click, click."

The sound of the car’s sudden lock echoed crisply inside.