Chapter 5: She Is My Wife

Gu Pingsheng's breath paused briefly, and in that moment of realization, he knew he had mistaken the person. It was only an instant—when the woman lifted her head, he immediately understood his error.

Zhao Fuhe raised her head slightly, revealing features meticulously carved by artifice. Surprise mingled with joy in her eyes. "Gu... Senior Gu."

Senior...

Between these two, an ambiguous tension seemed to arise, especially when the word emerged from the lips of a woman brimming with affection.

Sister Zhang glanced at Gu Pingsheng, who had halted, then at Zhao Fuhe’s beautiful face, and smiled. In this world, there isn’t a cat that doesn’t crave fish.

"Fuhe, what’s going on with you? Didn’t you beg me in tears, saying your father was gravely ill and you urgently needed money? I pitied you and kept you on. But look at yourself—trouble every other day. If you offend another guest this time, don’t blame me for letting you go."

Fear and anxiety flashed across Zhao Fuhe’s face. "Sister Zhang, I know I was wrong. But that guest... he was being improper with me, I..."

Sister Zhang frowned. "What do you think this place is? And who do you think you are? If you want to earn money to save your family, you must be willing to do anything. Since you refuse to serve the guests, don’t say I haven’t helped you. Leave—Jun Yue can’t afford to keep someone like you."

Zhao Fuhe clenched her palms, biting her lip until it bled, humiliation brimming in her eyes. "I... I understand."

Before leaving, she suddenly looked up and glanced at Gu Pingsheng, as if summoning all her courage. "Senior Gu, could you help me? I still... I haven’t been touched by anyone yet. If you’re willing to help me, I... I’ll repay you with everything I have."

Gu Pingsheng said nothing, but neither did he refuse.

Sister Zhang was shrewd—she understood immediately. She had kept Zhao Fuhe precisely for her face. A beautiful woman dissatisfied with her lowly status, ambitious, will risk everything for the right target, and once she finds someone worth sacrificing for, she’ll take the gamble.

All who come to Jun Yue are influential figures. Even if she can’t become the ‘main wife’ by seizing her place, being a favored mistress is still glamorous.

Sister Zhang smiled. "President Gu, what do you think?"

"You know me?" Gu Pingsheng looked into Zhao Fuhe’s eyes—so alike, truly alike.

Zhao Fuhe shyly nodded. "I’m a student at Sifang City University. I’m a year behind you and Senior Wen."

Gu Pingsheng reached out, lifting her chin, his thumb tracing her brows and eyes. "You want to be with me?"

Zhao Fuhe nodded bashfully.

A few seconds later, Gu Pingsheng let go.

Zhao Fuhe’s face paled, thinking he didn’t want her.

"I’ll take her."

To Zhao Fuhe, these words were heavenly music.

Sister Zhang was all smiles, a flicker of deeper meaning in her eyes as she looked at Zhao Fuhe’s bashful face. "As long as President Gu likes her, let Fuhe rely on you from now on."

Gu Pingsheng tossed her a card.

Sister Zhang beamed, taking it. "Fuhe, you must serve President Gu well. I’ve always said you’re lucky—a blessing earned in your past life to catch President Gu’s eye."

Compared to the obese, cruel, and perverse old bosses, Gu Pingsheng was young, handsome, and wealthy—a stroke of fortune indeed.

"Of course, it’s President Gu who’s truly blessed. With a wife as beautiful as a flower, who can accompany him through hardship in the business world, and retreat to domesticity when riches come, brewing tea and cooking meals. Isn’t that why President Gu gets the chance to play the hero outside? I wonder how Wen Zhixia would feel if she knew her years of devotion had been misplaced." Zhang Zhiyan sneered.

Gu Pingsheng slowly adjusted his cuffs, drawing Zhao Fuhe to his side. His distinct fingers lifted a strand of her hair, rolling it between his fingertips. "Doesn’t she have President Zhang’s favor? Yet..."

Gu Pingsheng’s thin lips curled into a mocking smile. "Yet sadly, she is my wife, and she will be for this lifetime."