Chapter 6: Reclaiming Everything That Belongs to Him

With a "bang", a heavy sound followed by the shattering of a wine bottle, the man's head was struck with a deep wound.

Bright red blood slid down his flush face.

Zheng Cheng collapsed to the ground, not sure if from exhaustion or pain, and didn't stand up again.

Gu Nanqiao ran to the door and tried it, finding it still locked.

She pounded on it forcefully, and her cool voice followed, "Assistant Chen, I know you are out there, Zheng Cheng is hurt. If you don't want him to die, you'd better get him to a hospital immediately."

Actually, she was not sure if his assistant was really outside, it was just a guess, but she said this as a gamble.

Fortunately, there was indeed someone outside.

Just after she finished speaking, Assistant Chen opened the car door, looked inside immediately, and paused upon seeing the pool of blood inside, "President Zheng…"

Gu Nanqiao seized the opportunity to run out, not looking back as she ran outside.

After getting out, her first instinct wasn't to leave.

Her hands were stained with a lot of blood, and the strong stench of blood was making her feel sick, so she ran towards the restroom to wash it off her hands.

As she passed a corridor corner, because she was running too hastily and looking down, she accidentally bumped into someone.

Gu Nanqiao had no time to waste, and she apologized without lifting her head, "Sorry."

After saying that, she continued to run forward.

Because she didn't look up, she missed the expression that flashed across the man's face when he heard her voice.

She ran all the way to the restroom, frantically washing off the blood on her hands, and only then did the nauseating feeling begin to subside.

Gu Nanqiao turned off the faucet and lifted her head, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Running so fast, with so much blood on your hands, anyone who didn't know better would think you'd killed someone," a mocking voice came from behind her.

Gu Nanqiao's face stiffened.

Familiar, it was certainly familiar.

This voice, which had accompanied her through the best of her youthful years, how could she not recognize it?

Turning stiffly, she looked back at the person behind her.

When she saw his face clearly, a sharp pain tore through her heart.

Even though times had changed and she no longer loved him, the memories of over a decade could not be erased overnight—she didn't love him anymore, but she could not forget.

"Huo Jingting..." she whispered his name with trembling lips. Seven years had passed, and she was horrified to find his name still so clear in her mind, but the next second, her voice sharpened, "Why are you here?"

The man lowered his arms, which had been crossed over his chest, and took steps towards her. The corners of his mouth turned up in a half-smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Seven years and this is how you welcome me?"

Gu Nanqiao looked into the depths of his eyes and saw that his narrow eyes were cold and indifferent, unstirred.

"What else?" She said with shrinking pupils and hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, yet she felt no pain, "If you left, why bother coming back?"

The day he left without saying goodbye was still vivid in her mind, causing her unbearable pain each time she remembered it throughout the following four years.

Huo Jingting watched her young face, sharp and fierce as in the past, and his lips curled in a cold, mocking smile.

He extended his arms, trapping her against the wall, and leaned in, towering over her, "How could I claim back what's mine if I didn't return?"