After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

"Teacher Bo, why aren't you coming out yet?"

Shen Yao turned her head and found that Bo Yuxiu seemed to be whispering something to Gu Tianyou.

Bo Yuxiu easily opened Gu Tianyou's clothes and even thoughtfully straightened his suit jacket.

"Mr. Gu, I apologize for my rudeness earlier."

Ignoring the red mark on Gu Tianyou's wrist, Bo Yuxiu offered a perfunctory apology and strode over to Shen Yao's side.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

A man and a woman gradually moved away from the lounge.

Gu Tianyou saw a more painful sense of unfamiliarity, alienation, and indifference in the woman's eyes than ever before.

They really were just like passersby on the street.

Shen Yao now doesn't even give him a second glance.

It was as if they were complete strangers on the street.

He smiled, but his expression was utterly desolate. He slowly sat down on the ground, feeling something slowly leaving his body.

The banquet had ended, and Ye Ying'er, wearing sky-high heels, headed towards the lounge.

Upon swiping the golden VIP card to open the door, the first thing you see is a distraught man.

"Tianyou, what's wrong?"

Feeling someone calling him, Gu Tianyou snapped back to reality.

His handsome face was expressionless. He stood up, leaning against the door frame, and said calmly, "I'm a little tired. Is the party over?"

Ye Ying'er had never seen Gu Tianyou, the pride of heaven, so dejected. She was somewhat surprised and asked, "What happened?"

Gu Tianyou faced the reflective glass window, straightening his slightly crooked tie and wrinkled suit, his expression returning to indifference.

"It's nothing, go out and say hello to the reporters."

Ye Ying'er frowned. "What reporter?"

After tidying himself up, Gu Tianyou turned his head, his face regaining its usual coldness.

"To formally introduce our relationship to reporters."

Ye Ying'er's eyes lit up with joy. "Tianyou, you've thought it through."

Before she could finish speaking, her long, slender, jade-like hand swiftly climbed up Gu Tianyou's neck.

Because he had been drinking, he smelled of alcohol, mixed with the scent of expensive perfume.

This was the scent that Gu Tianyou was familiar with—the scent of all the women in high society.

They were born into nobility, lived exquisite and refined lives, indulging in glitz and glamour. Each of their beautiful faces wore a thick mask.

Shen Yao came to mind.

In my memory, Shen Yao was always dressed simply and neatly, with a clean and refreshing look. She had long, black hair that smelled of natural shampoo; she rarely wore perfume, yet she had a faint, pleasant fragrance about her.

Pushing away Ye Yingying, who was about to press against him, Gu Tianyou's face turned cold.

"Let's get down to business first."

"Okay, let's get down to business first." Ye Ying'er laughed charmingly, her hand with its exquisitely manicured nails reaching for Gu Tianyou's handsome face, but Gu Tianyou grabbed her wrist directly.

"Alright, don't always be so serious." Ye Ying'er's laughter was alluring, her voice slightly husky yet incredibly captivating.

Any other man would have given in long ago, but Gu Tianyou remained unmoved.

Reporters who were already waiting at the hotel entrance raised their cameras, adjusted the settings, and turned on the flash.

When Gu Tianyou and Ye Ying'er appeared in the frame, the flashes went off simultaneously, so bright that Ye Ying'er couldn't open her eyes.

The bodyguards maintaining order immediately shouted, "Turn off the flash!"

The flashes gradually dimmed, and Gu Tianyou gradually adapted to the lighting outside the hotel.

He stood on the steps and saw Shen Yao, who was about to get into the car, suddenly turn around and glance at him.

His heart raced, and a smile appeared in Gu Tianyou's eyes.