After descending the stairs, Su Hui turned a corner and entered the bathroom.
Closing the door, she sat on the toilet seat, hands covering her face. After calming herself for quite a while, she finally remembered the main task.
She took out her phone and sent a message to Gu Beixian: "Mom asked you all to come down; it's time to cut the cake."
Gu Beixian replied: "Okay."
Su Hui sat for a few more minutes, stood up, pushed open the door, and walked to the sink. She turned on the tap and washed her hands.
Looking up, she saw her extremely pale reflection in the mirror. She forced a smile, trying to appear more normal.
"Tock, tock, tock," crisp sounds of high heels approached.
Then the door was pushed open, and a charming figure entered.
Wearing a midnight blue starry gown was Chu Suosuo.
She glanced at Su Hui, smiled sarcastically, and said, "Meeting again, Sister Su Hui."
Su Hui lightly acknowledged with a sound, wiping her hands with a towel.
Chu Suosuo walked around her, went to the mirror, took out lipstick from her delicate bag, leaned over, touched up her makeup while glancing at Su Hui in the mirror. She said in a sarcastic tone, "Sister Su Hui, this dress looks quite well imitated. Did you buy it on Taobao?"
Su Hui's hand paused, and she replied with a half-smile, "The dress was personally designed by my mother-in-law. If Miss Chu's eyesight is not good, I suggest seeing an ophthalmologist."
"Is that so?" Chu Suosuo pretended to be surprised, turned her head, reevaluated her, and said, "A dress designed by Aunt Qin, but why does it exude a strong knock-off vibe when worn by you?"
She pursed her lips, making suggestive noises.
The implied meaning was that even if you wear the genuine article, you still look like a knock-off.
Su Hui remained silent, quietly observing herself and Chu Suosuo in the mirror.
Although Chu Suosuo was raised in a wealthy family, somehow Su Hui seemed more like a traditional lady. Perhaps, it was because of her early exposure to art, cultivating a refined and clear temperament. Her eyes were bright and clear, lacking flattery and evasiveness.
On the contrary, Chu Suosuo, despite her glamorous appearance, had wandering and flirtatious eyes, reminiscent of the gaze of a concubine from the past.
In the words of Gu Nanyin, she exuded a sense of a seductive mistress.
Su Hui lifted her chin, pointing at the mirror, "Open your eyes wide and see clearly. I am taller, more beautiful, and more outstanding than you. The genuine article and the imitation are evident at a glance."
"You!" Chu Suosuo was infuriated, crushed the lipstick in her hand.
Su Hui walked away.
As she reached the door, Chu Suosuo's arrogant voice came from behind, "You might be prettier and more outstanding, but so what? My father is stronger than yours. In this circle, having a good father is more important than anything else. I will definitely snatch Beixian back. Just wait!"
Thinking about what Gu Aoting had said, Su Hui felt like hundreds of ants crawling in her heart. It was uncomfortable.
She gripped her skirt tightly, turned to look at Chu Suosuo, and casually said, "Being so arrogant as a third party, Miss Chu is probably unique in this. Hope your father lives to be two hundred years old, always protecting you."
Bang! Chu Suosuo angrily slammed the bathroom door.
Su Hui's smile gradually froze.
What was the use of winning in a war of words?
In Gu Beixian's eyes, she had truly lost.
Reality was so cruel; no matter how hard she tried, it couldn't match having a good father, even in marriage.
When Gu Aoteng and Gu Beixian came downstairs, Su Hui had already regained her composure.
She acted as if nothing had happened, singing birthday songs, blowing candles, and cutting the cake with them.
After finishing the cake, Gu Beixian said to her, "Let the driver take you home. I'll be home later."
Su Hui smiled and nodded, "Sure, you're busy."
After bidding farewell to Qin Shu, Su Hui left the Gu's house and got into the car.
Passing by a 24-hour pharmacy on the way, she asked the driver to stop. She went down and bought a box of emergency contraceptive pills.
Last night, she and Gu Beixian were intimate, and she was in her ovulation period. Since he hadn't taken any precautions, it was not suitable to conceive at this time.
Gu Beixian's mind was uncertain; who knew if he would divorce her one day.
She had never experienced fatherly love since birth, understanding the feeling of lacking love. She didn't want her child to walk the same path.
Back home, Su Hui followed the instructions and took a pill with warm water.
The second one needed to be taken after 12 hours. She placed the medicine box casually on the cabinet next to the water dispenser.
After a quick shower upstairs, she lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was in turmoil.
Around midnight, Gu Beixian finally returned, having a drink with some guests.
Changing into slippers, he unbuttoned his suit, took it off, and hung it on the hanger.
Picking up a cup, he walked to the water dispenser, and his gaze suddenly stiffened, glancing at the contraceptive pills placed on the cabinet.
He picked them up and examined them.
Yes, indeed contraceptive pills.
One was left; the other had already been taken by Su Hui.
She didn't want to have his child.
Gu Beixian's eyes gradually turned cold. He picked up his phone and dialed Xiao Yi's number.
After a while, a lazy male voice came from the phone, "Bro, in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"
Gu Beixian, without much emotion, asked, "What does it mean when a woman refuses to have a child for her husband?"
Xiao Yi, still half-asleep, responded casually, "What else can it mean? This woman doesn't love her husband."
Gu Beixian's heart suddenly paused, then said indifferently, "Got it."
He hung up the phone, his face unexpectedly calm, but his grip on the phone tightened, almost deforming it.
After a long time, a bitter smile appeared on his lips. He laughed at himself.
To think that he wanted to tie her down through a child, trying to bind a woman who didn't love him with a child.
He threw the phone on the table, picked up a glass, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, poured a full glass, and drank it in one gulp.
Thinking of Xiao Yi's words, he clenched the glass tightly in his hand, and the back of his hand showed bulging veins.
Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard; the glass in his hand shattered.
The sharp glass cut his palm, but he couldn't feel the pain.
Su Hui,
who had been unable to sleep, suddenly heard a clear shattering sound downstairs. She got up from the bed and walked to the railing, looking down.
She saw Gu Beixian standing by the French window, holding his bleeding right hand. Broken glass shards were scattered on the ground.
She hurriedly went into the room, opened the cupboard, took out the medicine box, and walked downstairs.
By the time she hurriedly descended the stairs, Gu Beixian had gone to the window to make a call.
A tall and elegant figure stood by the French window, indifferent, heroic, and upright like a pine tree in the wind and snow.
Some men, with just their backs, could bewilder the blossoming youth.
Su Hui stopped, waiting silently for him to finish the call.
Hearing him ask the other side, "Has the man who broke Chu Suosuo's hand been found?"
I don't know what the other person said, but Gu Beixian suddenly became angry, "A bunch of useless people! Why is it so troublesome to find someone! Go and find again! If you can't find them, get lost!"
Su Hui froze there, her heart feeling icy.
He cared so much about Chu Suosuo.
In the middle of the night, he was still helping her find the culprit.
She, carrying the medical kit, came down to help him bandage the wound. How pathetic!
Su Hui bent down, gently placed the medical kit on the floor, turned around, and walked away.
After a few steps, she heard Gu Beixian's voice behind her again, "Has that woman called Huang Que been caught?"