In another part of the city—far from the quiet hum of Dr Chen's office—
the air was thick with tension.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the marble halls of Gu Heng's mansion.
The heavy doors burst open.
Fu Lianhua stumbled inside.
Her once-perfect hair was in disarray, her expensive dress torn at the hem.
Gone was the graceful, refined lady who used to glide through society banquets with her chin held high.
What stood before Gu Heng now was a trembling woman, her eyes wide with panic and desperation.
"Save me… Gu Heng, please save me!" she cried, almost collapsing as she rushed toward him.
Her voice cracked with fear, and the tears that streamed down her face smeared her makeup into dark streaks.
Her entire body shook as she clutched at his sleeve like a drowning person grabbing onto driftwood.
Gu Heng had been expecting her.
He was already standing in the center of the living room, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a half-finished glass of wine.
