Flash Marriage with Dr. Huo

Wen Zhaoyue's internship at the Huo Group went smoothly, and her superiors gave her patient guidance. She also felt that it was President Gu who took care of President Huo, so she called Gu Zhian after get off work.

The two chatted about daily life for a while, and Mr. Gu suddenly paused, with a hint of tentativeness and expectation in his tone: "Did you miss me?"

Wen Zhaoyue's grip on the phone tightened slightly. She lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper: "Hmm... a little."

"Then I'll come to see you when I'm free in a few days." Gu Zhian said in a low voice.

She was filled with joy.

Mr. Gu, who was far away in Hong Kong, looked out the window at the brightly lit city, silently looking forward to the next meeting.

One night a week later, Wen Zhaoyue was eating in the school cafeteria when Gu Zhian called, holding the phone close to her ear.

Mr. Gu's voice came through the receiver, low and solemn, like a stone pressing on her heart.

"Wen Zhaoyue, are you free to come to Hong Kong tomorrow?" Mr. Gu's voice was not as relaxed as usual, and even had a hint of fatigue that she had never heard before.

Wen Zhaoyue's heart sank suddenly: "Okay, is there something wrong? Your tone seems..."

"Okay, I'll ask Jessica to book a plane ticket for you. We'll talk about it when you get here." Mr. Gu's tone was still calm, but that calmness seemed to hide something that she couldn't reach.

Wen Zhaoyue wanted to ask something else, but the call was already busy. She stared at the screen, feeling a little uneasy. Mr. Gu had never spoken to her in such a tone before.

The next day, Wen Zhaoyue flew to Hong Kong. Outside the airport, Mr. Gu's driver had been waiting for a long time.

The car drove towards the city. Wen Zhaoyue looked at the familiar street scenes outside the window, but felt inexplicably uneasy.

The car finally stopped in front of a high-end office building. Wen Zhaoyue followed the driver upstairs and pushed open a heavy wooden door. Mr. Gu was sitting behind a large desk with sharp eyes and a solemn expression.

There was also a middle-aged man in a neat suit in the room, holding a stack of documents in his hand. Mr. Gu introduced him as a lawyer.

"Wen Zhaoyue, please sit down." The lawyer smiled and gestured for her to sit down, then pushed a document in front of her.

Wen Zhaoyue looked at Mr. Gu in confusion, then at the lawyer, feeling a little uneasy: "What is this...?"

Mr. Gu didn't look at her. His eyes fell on something outside the window. He said in a low voice, "Take a look and then sign."

Wen Zhaoyue looked down at the document, which was clearly titled "Personal Asset Transfer Agreement." Her fingers trembled slightly as she flipped through a few pages, discovering that Mr. Gu's cash, real estate, and cars were all listed, and her name was clearly written as the beneficiary.

"What...what does this mean?" Wen Zhaoyue raised his head, his voice trembling slightly.

The lawyer added, "Wen Zhaoyue, Mr. Gu has transferred all movable and immovable properties to your name. As for his shares in the company, they will be inherited by you after his death."

"Died?" Wen Zhaoyue stood up suddenly, her chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. Her voice suddenly rose, trembling with disbelief. "What do you mean by died? Gu Zhian, you...what happened to you?"

Mr. Gu finally turned around, his gaze so calm that it made her uneasy. He spoke slowly, his voice low and slow, "I have pancreatic cancer. I only have about two months left. Before I go, I want to leave my assets to you. My father passed away last month, so you're my only relative now."

Wen Zhaoyue felt a roar in her ears, as if the whole world was collapsing in an instant. Her fingers tightly grasped the edge of the table. She opened her mouth, but could only utter a few broken syllables: "You... why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Mr. Gu's eyes remained calm: "I just found out recently too."

Wen Zhaoyue's tears instantly welled up. She suddenly walked around the table and rushed in front of Mr. Gu, holding his arms tightly with both hands: "No, no! We can go for treatment, go abroad, go to the best hospital! You can't give up like this!"

Mr. Gu patted the back of her hand gently, his voice carrying a gentleness she had never heard before: "It's useless. Did you know? Steve Jobs also died of this disease."

Wen Zhaoyue's tears couldn't stop falling, her voice choked with sobs and she could hardly speak: "How could this happen? I was looking forward to being with you for a long, long time..."

Mr. Gu reached out and wiped the tears from her face.

Wen Zhaoyue's tears welled up again. She bit her lip and finally signed her name on the document. The moment the pen tip crossed the paper, she seemed to hear the sound of her own heart breaking.

After the lawyer left the office, "Zhaoyue," Mr. Gu said while sitting on the sofa, "I have something to tell you."

Wen Zhaoyue leaned on his shoulder and listened quietly.

"I have another son, Gu Yuanming." Mr. Gu's voice was calm. "But he is not related to me by blood. My ex-wife had him with someone else, but I signed a confidentiality agreement and cannot disclose his information."

"To prevent others from inheriting after I'm gone, I've transferred all my assets to you in advance." Mr. Gu looked at her with burning eyes. "My father passed away last week. You're my only relative now."

"Mr. Gu..." She just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by Mr. Gu.

"Call me Gu Zhian." His voice was soft, but it carried a firmness that could not be refused.

Wen Zhaoyue felt her eyes getting hot. "Tonight..." She heard her voice trembling. "How about we stay together tonight?"