After divorcing the mute girl, President Gu knelt down and begged for reconciliation.

Chapter 48 Let me have him
As soon as Duan Nanhe said this, Gu Xijue's face darkened completely.

"That's not right either. What kind person would take the baby out of the womb one or two months early..."

After speaking, his eyes, filled with intense curiosity, stared intently at Gu Xijue, as if if he didn't answer soon, he would utter even more shocking words.

Gu Xijue brought the wine glass to his lips, glancing sideways at Duan Nanhe: "She was in a car accident."

"What?! A car accident?!" Duan Nanhe exclaimed instantly, his face filled with disbelief: "What happened? How could there be a car accident out of nowhere?"

How did he suddenly get into a car accident?
"Is the little mute still alive?" Duan Nanhe asked, looking at him.

"not dead."

Hearing Gu Xijue's words, he felt a little relieved, but immediately frowned slightly again, his eyes fixed on the man drinking, as if trying to glean some clues from his micro-expressions.

After all, Gu Xijue was forced to accept it back then. Song Jin'an: "Judging from your tone, why do you seem a little disappointed?"

He snorted and looked at Gu Xijue, who was only focused on drinking: "The little mute has had a really tough few years since she married you. She almost died several times. How come you still act like her life or death has nothing to do with you?"

Duan Nan felt sorry for Song Jin'an, and he also quite liked this mute sister-in-law, always thinking she was a good person, much better than Su Ruoya.

He was standing up for Song Jin'an when, a second later, Gu Xijue kicked the chair he was sitting in.

He lost his balance and fell straight to the ground with a loud thud.

Duan Nan was still a little dazed from the fall, but he quickly came to his senses. He rubbed his buttocks with one hand, used the other to push himself up from the ground, and shouted angrily with a hint of ferocity in his eyes, "Gu Xijue, are you out of your mind? Why did you kick me!"

Gu Xijue held a wine glass to his lips, his eyes looking down at Duan Nanhe with a cold expression: "Since you like her so much, why don't I get a divorce right now and give her to you?"

Duan Nanhe has always been portrayed as a carefree, spoiled rich kid, while Gu Xijue, who grew up with him, has always been a cool and mature young man.

He got a little angry now: "You're really crazy!"

He got up from the ground, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said with a hurt expression, "I just feel sorry for her, not love her! Young Master Gu, you've made her like this, any passerby would feel sorry for her and think her husband is a blind idiot, right?"

No matter what, Song Jin'an is Gu Xijue's wife. How come outsiders think she's pitiful, while she herself looks like she's about to die?

Gu Xijue wasn't angry; his voice was deep: "We still have no leads on this car accident; the trail has gone cold."

Duan Nanhe was quite perceptive. Hearing him say that, he snorted inwardly. It seemed that he still cared about his wife to some extent, otherwise he wouldn't have helped to find clues.

He glanced at Gu Xijue and took a sip of his drink: "You mean, this car accident was caused by someone?"

His eyes swept over the man drinking alone in front of him, and then, a thought struck him, and he suddenly said, "Actually, you already have a mental image of the suspect, don't you?"

Seeing Gu Xijue's somewhat conflicted expression, she roughly understood the situation.

"Who do you suspect?"

Duan Nanhe looked at him. Gu Xijue's gaze was indifferent. He took a sip of wine, and his voice was even more indifferent: "I'm not a policeman."

As she spoke, she finished the wine in her glass, poured herself some more, and continued to drink in silence. Duan Nanhe guessed what was going on, and swirled his glass as he said, "You already have someone in mind, but you can't believe it's her."

"That's easy to handle. Just talk to the police officers handling the case and ask them to focus their investigation on that."

Gu Xijue listened to Nan He's advice, sipped his wine, and found that the wine in his mouth tasted much spicier than usual, but he still swallowed it like a razor blade.

His mind kept replaying Song Jin'an lying in the hospital bed, not fully recovered, and his premature daughter in the pediatric ward.

For a moment, I felt a burning sensation in my stomach.

"I asked you to come and drink with me, not for you to gossip in my ear." Gu Xijue was somewhat absent-minded, the image in his mind lingering, like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

"It seems you still refuse to believe it and prefer to side with yourself." Duan Nanhe chuckled. So this is the destructive power of the white moonlight. Su Ruoya has done several outrageous things, but in Gu Xijue's world, she hasn't even lost 80% of her blood.

He even wondered if his good friend would have fallen in love with Song Jin'an if she hadn't married into the Gu family in that way.

Gu Xijue gripped his wine glass tightly for a long while before saying, "I've handed the clues over to the police. Whether she was involved or not, it won't be long before the truth comes out."

Her eyes were still a little red when she said this.

Upon hearing this, Duan Nanhe's eyes flashed: "That's more like it. In my opinion, the little mute is indeed quite pitiful, but you and she are really not a good match. Now she has only given birth to a daughter that your family doesn't like. Otherwise, once she recovers and is discharged from the hospital, you two should separate. I think it's not a good idea for you to continue to force yourselves to stay together. It's better to part ways amicably and each find your own happiness."

Duan Nanhe was speaking from the heart; over the years, he genuinely felt that the couple's married life was abnormal and disharmonious.

What good husband would still be thinking about his "white moonlight" (his first love)? And his own brother likes that "white moonlight" too?
He glanced at Gu Xijue, then shook his head speechlessly.

"Duan Nanhe, how come I never realized you were such a chatterbox before?" Gu Xijue's eyes were still bloodshot.

"I called you here to have a drink with me, not to interfere in my life!" Gu Xijue's voice deepened, and then, in a fit of rage, he threw the half-empty bottle of wine he was pouring at Duan Nanhe!
The wine inside flew through the air and sprayed out of the bottle's mouth. Duan Nanhe dodged it with quick eyes and hands, and the bottle rolled onto the carpet.

However, the carpet beneath his feet suffered the consequences. The wine stained the light-colored carpet red. Duan Nanhe glared at him, his voice as loud as a pig being slaughtered: "Gu Xijue, are you crazy? I brought this carpet back from Europe by hand. It's my favorite carpet. You can't wash the wine off it!"

He truly regrets coming to drink with him today!

Gu Xijue didn't even glance at him, instead rubbing his throbbing temples: "I have an identical one at home, I'll have Wei Zhou deliver it."

Duan Nanhe exploded: "Who wants your secondhand goods!"

Gu Xijue was getting annoyed by his startled voice when his phone rang.

Gu Xijue frowned, took out his phone, and saw the words "Officer Zhang" on the caller ID. His rationality returned, and he answered the call while pinching his brow.

"Mr. Gu, we have another update on our end..."

(End of this chapter)