Chapter 7: She Is the One His Heart Longs For

Her phone was right by her side, but she couldn't unlock it, so contacting her family was impossible. All she could do was call for an ambulance, which rushed the unconscious Wen Zhixia to the hospital.

When Wen Zhixia awoke again, the sky outside the window was already pitch dark.

“You’re finally awake.”

The first thing Wen Zhixia saw as she opened her eyes was a young nurse in uniform.

“If you hadn’t woken up soon, I would’ve had to call the doctor for a full examination,” the nurse said.

Wen Zhixia propped herself up, leaning against the bed. She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to recall what had happened before she lost consciousness. “What happened to me?”

“Dizziness caused by hypoglycemia. Your case was quite severe, though—you were unconscious for several hours. If you have time tomorrow, you should come in for a thorough checkup, just to make sure there aren’t any other issues.”

Wen Zhixia had suffered from hypoglycemia since her student days. Many slender, frail girls have this ailment; a sudden squat or rise could plunge her vision into darkness. She was well aware of her condition—malnutrition as a child, and later, the chaos of starting a business with Gu Pingsheng, which ruined her diet and schedule, only worsened her hypoglycemia.

She thanked the nurse for her concern, paid for her IV infusion, and went home.

That night, Gu Pingsheng truly did not return.

Wen Zhixia sent him a text, urging him not to work too late and to take care of himself.

But Gu Pingsheng did not reply.

The next day was their third wedding anniversary.

Wen Zhixia received a call from a former subordinate. “President Wen…”

Wen Zhixia closed her book and smiled softly. “Chen, I haven’t been President Wen for a long time.”

Chen Antai hesitated. “It’s a habit. How have you been, President Wen?”

“I’m well. Is work going smoothly? It’s been two years, and you sound much more steady now—not as reckless as you were back then.”

The mention of old times brought a smile to Chen Antai’s voice, but it was precisely because of those memories that he made this call today.

“If it weren’t for your guidance back then, I wouldn’t be where I am today… Everyone misses you.”

His words were filled with gratitude—and regret.

Many veterans believed that Wen Zhixia’s presence made Gu Xia Group truly what it was meant to be. Now, the company was entirely dominated by Gu Pingsheng’s decisions.

Wen Zhixia shook her head; she never took credit for herself.

Chen Antai paused, then gently steered the conversation toward Gu Pingsheng. “After you left, President Gu took full control of Gu Xia Group. He’s had a lot more social engagements. Recently… there have been women showing interest. President Gu is a man, after all, young and wealthy. You might want to keep an eye on him.”

His meaning was clear. If it weren’t for his genuine appreciation for her past help, he wouldn’t have meddled. Everyone knew that when outsiders interfered in a couple’s affairs, they usually ended up alienated by both sides.

Wen Zhixia hesitated for a moment, then replied gently, “Pingsheng… isn’t that kind of man.”

He had told her, no matter how many beauties in the world, she was the one his heart chose.

And in the early days of their business, the daughter of a real estate tycoon had set her sights on Gu Pingsheng. Anyone could see it was an opportunity to skip ten years of struggle, yet he refused.

Wen Zhixia had met the girl—young, beautiful, educated, the perfect heiress.

Back when he had nothing, he’d rather drink himself sick for business than agree to break up with her and cozy up to a tycoon’s daughter. Now that Gu Xia Group was thriving and they had achieved financial freedom, how could Wen Zhixia believe Gu Pingsheng would betray her?

Her words left Chen Antai silent for a long time. He suddenly wondered if he should never have made this call at all.

Wen Zhixia no longer concerned herself with the affairs of the business world, living quietly as a homemaker. In her world, Gu Pingsheng was forever that young man who loved her. Was it too cruel to try to shatter this illusion?

“President Wen…”

As Chen Antai prepared to speak again, a pair of hands reached out from behind him, took his phone, and ended the call.