A single sentence successfully piqued Su Hua's curiosity.

She remembered Grandmother Gu mentioning that Huang Que might have been instigated by someone. At that time, she suddenly glanced at Chu Suosuo with a rather intriguing look in her eyes.

Su Hua looked down at her left hand, which was in a splint.

She was dying to know if her injury had anything to do with Chu Suosuo.

After waiting quietly for a while, she heard Gu Beixian hum a low acknowledgment.

Su Hua turned back, picked up the medical kit, and walked over to him, asking, "Was Huang Que caught?"

Gu Beixian pinched off his phone call, turned to look at her, and said, "She's gone missing."

Su Hua's brows furrowed slightly, "Missing?"

"Yeah, the people I sent searched her home and her relatives' houses thoroughly, but found nothing. Her family has already reported it to the police, so we're waiting for news."

Su Hua's eyes took on a subtle expression, "The timing of her disappearance is quite coincidental. You just sent people to look for her, and she immediately vanished."

Gu Beixian sat down on the sofa, crossing his long legs, and said indifferently, "Her brother, a tomb raider, was caught and couldn't withstand the pressure, surely ratting out some people. Naturally, those seeking revenge would come knocking; her disappearance is not surprising."

Su Hua remained silent.

In the middle of the night, she had no desire to argue back and forth with him.

Without evidence, meaningless arguments were just quarrels, which solved nothing and only drained emotions.

After placing the medical kit on the coffee table, Su Hua walked over to him, picked up his right hand, and examined it carefully.

His palm and fingers had several small shards of glass embedded in them.

She chided, "How could you be so careless? I injured my left hand, and now you've hurt your right. It seems like we have to be injured in pairs."

Gu Beixian withdrew his hand, unconcerned, "It's just a minor flesh wound, it'll heal in two or three days, it doesn't hurt."

"How could it not hurt? You're not made of iron."

Su Hua took a disinfectant cotton ball, cleaned the alcohol and blood off his hand, then used a bright flashlight to illuminate it, and with tweezers, carefully removed the glass shards embedded inside.

During those two years when Beixian couldn't stand on his legs, he was depressed and irritable, often throwing things in anger, and injuries were a common occurrence.

Su Hua had long since become adept at treating wounds, doing it quickly and efficiently.

After cleaning, she applied medicine to his wounds, and softly instructed, "Be more careful next time. If you get hurt again, I'll be upset."

Her voice was half reproachful, half complaining, but so tender and soothing it was more healing than the medicine itself.

The frustration in the depths of Gu Beixian's heart dissipated a little.

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He lowered his gaze to her dark, watery eyes, which gradually deepened, though his voice remained steady, "Didn't we agree to have a child? Why are you taking birth control pills?"

His expression was unreadable, suppressing his true emotions.

Su Hua was momentarily stunned, then turned her face away, calmly saying, "I think we're still young, there's no need to rush the child issue. A child is not a toy; they are a life. Once born, we have to take responsibility for them. A child can ease tensions but also exacerbate them, yet they cannot resolve the most fundamental conflicts."

Gu Beixian's lips curled slightly, his gaze fixating on her fair and beautiful profile, his eyes unreadable, "You're quite opinionated."

Su Hua didn't respond, closed the medical kit, and smelling a faint scent of alcohol on him, asked, "How much did you drink?"

"Not much."

"I'll go make you some sobering soup." She stood up, but Gu Beixian grabbed her wrist.

He pulled her gently into his arms, his chin brushing her ear as he whispered, "No need, I really didn't drink much. You're injured, don't trouble yourself."

Held in his embrace, her back against his broad chest, Su Hua could feel the sound of his heartbeat, fast and strong.

Under normal circumstances, she would find this warmth comforting, her own heart would race, her body would heat up.

But now, with mixed feelings in her heart, she remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "It's late, go wash up and sleep."

"Okay."

Gu Beixian released her and stood up.

They went upstairs to the bathroom.

Su Hua helped him undo his wristwatch and shirt buttons, unbuckled his belt, and asked, "Do you need help washing?"

"No need, my left hand still works, a quick rinse is fine."

"Okay."

Su Hua went to the shower area, turned on the showerhead, and adjusted the water temperature for him.

She stepped out, letting Gu Beixian go in to bathe.

As her gaze swept over him, her cheeks reddened slightly.

She went to the sink, squeezed out toothpaste for him.

She left the bathroom, didn't return to the bedroom, but stood quietly at the door, waiting.

This had become a habit over the past two years.

When the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, she pushed the door open, took a towel, and helped dry the water droplets off Gu Beixian.

He dried the front himself.

She helped him with the spots on his back he couldn't reach.

Looking at his strong body, the beautiful lines of his muscles, and his handsome back, her heart felt a pang of sourness.

In the past, seeing him sitting in a wheelchair, gloomy and longing for him to stand up, but once he did, his aunt and father felt she wasn't good enough for him.

Those who prided themselves on being part of the upper echelons, truly valued profit over sentiment, with interests above all else.

After drying off, Gu Beixian put on a bathrobe.

When tying the robe, Su Hua used her right hand, and he used his left.

Each holding one end of the robe's belt, they pulled and tugged, tying it perfectly, their coordination seamless.

Gu Beixian smiled faintly, "What do we call this?"

Su Hua thought for a moment, tilted her head to look at him, and smiled, "Mutual support?"

Gu Beixian, as if recalling something, responded a beat later, "Yes, mutual support."

He lowered his gaze, fixating on her curved brows and eyes, and asked, "If three years ago, I had no money, would you have married me?"

Su Hua's heart skipped a beat.

This was what Gu Aoting had said to him tonight, and now he was asking her, a foreboding feeling slowly creeping up.

She replied casually, "Why ask such a meaningless question?"

"It is quite meaningless. Let's change it, if I had no money now, would you leave me?"

Su Hua thought seriously for a moment, then said, "I have money, I can support you."

Gu Beixian's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, "How much do you have?"

"One hundred and fifty-six million."

Gu Beixian laughed, feigning surprise, "How did you get so much money? Have you not spent any of the money I've given you over the years?"

"I hardly need to spend any money. My grandmother's medical expenses, you regularly send someone to cover. As for living expenses, she has a pension every month, and so does my mom. Every time I give my mom money, she refuses to take it, telling me to save it. My daily expenses, you take care of. For clothes and cosmetics, I just use the shopping card you gave me."

Gu Beixian stroked her head, "Our Hua is really a little money-saving expert."

Su Hua smiled even sweeter, "I'm not just good at saving money, I can make money too. Once my hand is better, I'll go to work. You might not know, but I make quite a lot restoring ancient paintings. Oh, and in our line of work, we can also make money by spotting bargains. The works I've copied in the past, under Grandfather Gu's name, have sold for as much as five hundred thousand at auctions in Harbor City. If you were broke, I'd just paint more in the future."

Gu Beixian's smile deepened, praising her, "Our Hua is so amazing."

Unable to resist boasting, Su Hua added, "I also know a bit about making money. Just a few days ago, I deposited one hundred and fifty million for a three-year term, negotiated an 8% interest rate with the bank, and just the interest alone will be over thirty million in three years."

She cupped his face, sweetly saying, "Husband, even if you're penniless, I can still take good care of you."

Gu Beixian's dark eyes shone, as if touched by starlight, he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her hair tenderly, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you're good to our whole family."

Gu Beixian's gaze darkened slightly, "Is that the only reason?"

Su Hua felt he was being a bit sentimental tonight, and laughed, "Then how would you like me to answer?"

Gu Beixian watched her shadow cast on the floor, his gaze growing deeper, and after a long while, he finally spoke, "Do you love me?"

Su Hua suddenly snapped to attention, her smile freezing on her face.

Of course, she loved him, but what was the point of saying it now?

A marriage on the brink, no matter how much love, couldn't withstand reality.

She didn't believe that a light "I love you" could change anything; in the end, he would still listen to his father.

After a long while, Su Hua smiled, slowly stepped out of his embrace, tiptoed, and gently kissed his chin, tenderly saying, "Let me dry your hair, and then we can sleep."

She turned around, took the hairdryer from the cabinet, had him sit down, and skillfully began to dry his hair.

Listening to the hum of the hairdryer, smelling her faint fragrance, Gu Beixian's lips curled into a half-smile.

She was willing to be good to him but didn't love him.

No matter what he did, he couldn't replace her Brother Ah-Yao.

After drying his hair, they went to bed.

This time, Su Hua fell into a deep sleep quickly.

In the latter half of the night, a spring thunder "boom" sounded, sneaking in through the half-open window, and Su Hua was abruptly awakened.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, glanced beside her, and found it empty.

Gu Beixian was gone.

Suddenly thinking of something, Su Hua jolted, fully awake, scrambled up, grabbed her clothes to throw on, and jumped out of bed to look for him.