Chapter 94: Fury
The message contained no text, only a single image.
In the photo, the morning sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating two young faces in the backseat—a boy and a girl, both appearing vibrant and full of life.
The light reflected off their skin, creating a radiant glow that seemed almost ethereal.
The boy looked fresh and youthful, while the girl's facial birthmark somehow blended seamlessly into her beauty, adding to her charm rather than detracting from it.
They sat side by side, gazing into each other's eyes, exuding the warmth and affection characteristic of a young couple deeply in love.
What a stunning visual of a handsome boy and a beautiful girl; they truly complemented each other.
Yet, at that moment, Fu Hanniang's heart, which had just begun to thaw, plunged into icy depths.
An intense chill enveloped the car, as if winter had suddenly invaded their space.
He gripped his phone tightly, the sight of the photo igniting a whirlwind of emotions. In a fit of rage, he rolled down the window and hurled the device out of the car, watching as it soared into the air before smashing onto the pavement, where it was swiftly crushed by a passing vehicle.
His dark, penetrating eyes blazed with fury, an inferno of red and bloodlust swirling within them.
Li Feng, the driver, was completely bewildered. What kind of message had just arrived to provoke such a violent reaction? He had never seen Fu Hanniang so terrifyingly enraged before.
"Head to the airport," Fu Hanniang commanded, his voice a cold, emotionless whisper.
"Sir, aren't we supposed to return to the mansion?" Li Feng asked tentatively, his heart racing as he feared he might have misheard.
"Are your ears deaf?" Fu Hanniang nearly shouted, his irritation palpable.
"Yes, sir," Li Feng responded quickly, making a sharp turn to steer the car toward the airport.
"Contact the foreign projects I postponed earlier. Tell them I'll be arriving tomorrow," Fu Hanniang instructed, his voice icy and devoid of emotion.
"Understood, sir."
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Later that afternoon, Gu Yining finished her classes, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Mu Zuocheng placed two movie tickets on her desk, a hopeful smile on his face. "Want to catch a movie tonight? It just premiered and has received fantastic reviews. Since tomorrow is Saturday, we don't have to wake up early!"
"No, thanks. You can take someone else," Gu Yining replied, hastily gathering her things as she prepared to leave. She rushed out of the classroom, moving with such speed that it felt as if she had just won a million dollars.
Upon returning to the mansion, her first question was directed toward the housekeeper. "Chen Ma, has Fu Hanniang returned yet?"
Chen Ma shook her head slowly. "I heard from Assistant Li that the young master had to attend to several urgent foreign projects. He left this morning and is probably still on the plane."
"What? He promised me he would let me treat him tonight!" Gu Yining's heart sank momentarily, a fleeting sense of disappointment washing over her. "Are those projects really that urgent?"
"Your husband is a workaholic. He seems disinterested in anything other than work. But ever since you came into his life, he has changed in many ways," Chen Ma said quickly, sensing Gu Yining's concerns and hoping to alleviate them.
"Alright, no worries. I'll just head upstairs to rest," Gu Yining said, forcing a smile as she ascended the staircase.
Once in her bedroom, she decided to take a shower first. The warm water relaxed her, and afterward, she sat down at her computer.
She accessed the tracking system to investigate Zhao Yiran's movements over the past few days. Next, she reviewed the surveillance footage from the club to uncover any evidence linking Zhao Yiran to her troubles.
However, it seemed Zhao Yiran had done a thorough job covering her tracks, likely hiring someone else to handle things for her without showing her face.
Determined, Gu Yining then hacked into the bank accounts of those who had harassed her husband, searching for any significant deposits that could potentially lead back to Zhao Yiran.
But as the clock ticked closer to six in the evening, she still hadn't found anything particularly useful. Just as she was about to give up, a servant called her down for dinner.
Reluctantly, she left her investigations behind and joined the others for a meal.
Later that evening, she received a call from the factory. They informed her that the first batch of her customized perfume had been produced and was ready for her inspection and pickup.
Before bed, she tried to call Fu Hanniang, but no one picked up. Assuming he was still on the plane, she dismissed her worries and went straight to sleep.
The next morning, she picked up the first batch of perfume, a total of four exquisite bottles neatly packed in a luxurious gift box.
With excitement bubbling in her heart, she decided to personally deliver the gift box to Ye Fanxing's studio, eager to share her creation with a close friend.