Chapter 437: Chapter 437

At this moment, Gu Zixuan, who was listening to the noise behind her with her eyes open, felt a deeper sense of loss and lowered her gaze.

No way, women are naturally sensitive creatures.

Perhaps when in love, our IQ drops and we become foolish.

To put it bluntly, it’s not that women are actually stupid, it’s just that they’re too trusting of one person, getting dazzled by sweetness.

However, when distrust wakes you from a beautiful dream, any woman can suddenly grasp the essence from many subtleties, instantly turning into a female Sherlock Holmes.

Gu Zixuan once didn’t want to care so much, she truly trusted. Thıs content belongs to novel•fire.net

After all, love should be pure, so why be so cautious with the person you care about most?

But at this moment, for a top student studying in Columbia, she wanted to activate all her IQ and EQ.

Really, just in a second...

At the He Mansion, He Qimo, completely unaware that he was now also being suspected by Gu Zixuan, was still waiting for her call.

But as time slowly approached 10:30, this hope gradually faded away.

A shallow self-deprecating disappointment still welled up in his eyes.

They separated, after all, they separated.

The feeling that Gu Zixuan was no longer his wife often made him anxious, wanting to embrace her once more, always feeling like Gu Zixuan hadn’t left. When he returned home, regardless of how well or poorly they were doing, she would still be waiting for him in the bedroom. Yet, considering there was someone like Feng Chengjin who loved her so much, and most importantly whom she loved, he could only ever be wishful thinking in this life.

He Qimo spent the whole night staring at the phone, neither looking at financial news nor new land design diagrams, just zoning out without moving.

At this moment, Shen Jian妮, who had her face covered with cucumber slices, came in holding a glass of sour milk, wearing pajamas, was baffled.

Sitting beside him, she took a big gulp of yogurt, then let out a loud burp, startling He Qimo and making him frown as he looked over. He was about to say disdainfully, "Didn’t you get enough to eat at dinner? Why are you bringing food to eat in bed?"

Seeing Shen Jian妮’s face covered in green, he sat back in shock and exclaimed, changing his words, "Shen Jian妮! What are you doing!"

He Qimo’s voice was loud, especially fluent in calling Shen Jian妮 by her full name.

Instantly, Shen Jian妮 wondered if He Qimo used to practice vocal exercises with her name.

Speechless, she pursed her lips, rolled her eyes dramatically, took another sip of yogurt, "What? Nothing! Just doing a face mask, no need to be so surprised, right?"

"Face mask?" He Qimo really couldn’t understand, his three views shattered while he leaned closer to take a look, and sneered disdainfully, "Using cucumbers with skin for a face mask? Are you short on money again? Or am I short on your money? Didn’t I give you a card? Can’t you use a sheet mask?"

He Qimo’s eyes widened in shock, so much that he spoke through gritted teeth, something he had never done since he came out of the womb.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth; after all, Shen Jian妮’s way of cutting cucumbers was different from others. Others cut horizontally, but she peeled them vertically to stick the skin on her face, keeping the dark green color, not to mention leaving the small spines untouched.

In the middle of the night, with a face that looked almost like a cactus, lips ringed with the white leftover from yogurt, it’s not just He Qimo who could get scared, even a ghost could be scared.

Not kicking Shen Jian妮 out of bed was really out of "love" on He Qimo’s part!