Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Even when seated in a wheelchair, the man exudes an air of nobility.

Gu Chen looked at the flustered Gu Jiaping: "Continue?"

"...Uncle!" Gu Jiaping's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Damn it, did I not check the almanac before going out today? Why did I have to run into this living devil!

"Who will you make a scene in my name? Gu Jiaping, you tell me." Gu Chen's voice was cold and sharp. "I think you probably want to invoke family discipline."

Gu Jiaping stammered, "This, this is a misunderstanding... I didn't know this young lady was, was your guest."

He slipped and fell to his knees, looking completely disheveled compared to his earlier domineering demeanor.

Family rules? Gu Jiaping was horrified. Was he still alive?

He only made a few flippant remarks; he shouldn't deserve to die!

After crawling forward a few steps, Gu Jiaping reached out to grab Gu Chen's trouser leg, but flinched and gripped his wheelchair tightly after meeting his cold gaze.

"Uncle, let me explain—"

Wu Zhao looked at Gu Chen curiously, then glanced at Gu Jiaping, and asked, "Is he your nephew?"

"Hmm." Gu Chen nodded, took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Is your hand injured?"

His gaze toward Gu Jiaping grew increasingly cold.

Wu Zhao then noticed that there was a bit of cinnabar used for drawing talismans on his hands, which looked a bit like blood from a distance.

She waved her hand: "I just touched the talisman I was drawing on Wu Xingyun, it's nothing."

Hearing her say that, Gu Chen's expression softened, and then he said, "Then wipe it clean. I've already ordered food, and it will be delivered in a bit."

"Can we eat now?" Wu Zhao's eyes lit up. She had been starving after Wu Xingyun had been making such a fuss.

Wu Zhao casually took the tissue from Gu Chen's hand and then quietly rubbed his fingers against it.

A faint purple aura dissolved at her fingertips, and she blinked as she withdrew her hand.

Gu Chen lowered his hand and gently stroked the armrest of the wheelchair, a hint of a smile suddenly appearing in his eyes.

Wu Zhao didn't see his expression; she curled her lips as she looked at Wu Xingyun, who was staggering over.

He had recovered and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Wu, let me treat you to dinner."

If it weren't for him, Wu Zhao wouldn't have suffered this undeserved misfortune and been harassed.

Seeing that he had gradually gotten used to the rough seas, Wu Zhao was relieved.

She looked at him with a smile, "It's alright, after all, this isn't your problem."

Wu Xingyun scratched his head. "It's good that you're not angry."

Gu Chen sighed and said, "Since there's nothing else, let's go back."

Wu Zhao responded and took back the talisman that was stuck to the bodyguard.

She was about to push his wheelchair when she glanced at Gu Jiaping.

Her hand, which was holding the wheelchair, paused slightly, then she asked in a low voice, "Is your nephew also going to the auction?"

Gu Chen glanced at Gu Jiaping, who was trying to stand up quietly, and said, "Yes, the Gu family also received an invitation."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with him?" Gu Chen asked, noticing Wu Zhao's hesitation.

Wu Xingyun then turned to look at Gu Jiaping, who had already been helped up by the bodyguards.

He stood up shakily and couldn't help but glare at Wu Xingyun when he noticed his gaze.

Gu Jiaping thought resentfully, "If it weren't for this lowly commoner, how could I have gotten involved with Gu Chen?!"

"...I've noticed that everyone in your family seems particularly prone to courting disaster." Wu Zhao was somewhat speechless.

"He's already on his deathbed, yet he still has the mind to lecture others."

The dark aura on Gu Jiaping's face almost completely obscured his features; with such a fierce appearance, there was absolutely no chance of survival!

Wu Zhao frowned.

On this vast sea, who suddenly made Gu Jiaping's face look so dangerous?

"You, you woman, I was just venting my anger, I didn't even touch you, why are you cursing me?!" Gu Jiaping even showed a hint of grievance on his face.

He looked at Gu Chen: "Uncle, isn't this a bit too disrespectful to the Gu family?"

“Even if we’re not in the ancestral hall, I can still make you kneel in the family law.” Gu Chen’s tone was indifferent, and his expression remained unchanged.

Gu Jiaping's expression changed, and he immediately dared not speak again.

That damn cripple, why isn't he dead yet!

He lowered his eyes, concealing the vicious hatred in them.

Wu Zhao keenly sensed the malice emanating from him, tightened his grip on the wheelchair, and sneered, "Sure enough, some people deserve what they get."

"gone back."

She glanced at Wu Xingyun, her voice carrying a hint of coldness.

Wu Xingyun shrank back slightly upon noticing that Wu Zhao was somewhat angry. For some reason, Wu Zhao, who was expressionless and never smiled, looked terrifying...

Wu Xingyun thought to himself, "It feels like I'm seeing those stern, unsmiling elders from my family."

He followed Wu Zhao obediently like a little tail, and kindly reminded Gu Jiaping when they passed by.

"Young Master Gu, you'd better keep your eyes open in the future, or you'll end up ruining yourself by offending the wrong people."

Watching the retreating figures of Wu Zhao and the other two, Gu Jiaping gritted his teeth: "Damn Gu Chen... If it weren't for the old master, would you, a cripple, even be worthy of being the head of the Gu family?! You're not even worthy of carrying Uncle Sheng's shoes, you bastard..."

The bodyguard beside him whispered, "Young Master, there's a call from home. It's the eldest son of the main family. Let's go back and talk about it."

Hearing the bodyguard's words, Gu Jiaping's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Just you wait, once Uncle Sheng takes over the Gu family, I'll make that cripple kneel on the ground and kowtow to me!!"

Just you wait!

He slapped away the bodyguard's outstretched hand that was trying to help him up, and glared fiercely at the two bodyguards: "Useless trash, go and find Shen Jiaojiao for me, I want to settle accounts with her!"

……

The room was already set out with food by waiters.

Wu Xingyun, shameless as ever, had already sat down to eat.

Wu Zhao pushed Gu Chen to the dining table and said eagerly, "Shall I help you sit down?"

To her surprise, Gu Chen refused her. He tapped his finger on the armrest of his wheelchair and said softly, "No need. I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just ordered some random things. I still have some things to take care of. You eat first."

"Huh? Aren't you going to eat?" Wu Zhao asked, somewhat puzzled.

Gu Chen turned his wheelchair around and said, "Okay, I'll eat later."

Huh? Wu Zhao put down his chopsticks, quickly walked to Gu Chen, and grabbed the wheelchair to stop him from moving.

Wu Xingyun stood up, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The person who had just been talking to her was now deathly pale, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, and his tightly pursed lips trembling slightly.

"Gu Chen?!" Wu Zhao immediately reached out and grabbed his arm, his hand feeling icy cold as if he were holding a block of ice.

Although the aura surrounding him was still lively and close to her, it seemed to be blocked by something and unable to get close to Gu Chen.

Is it the person who wanted to steal Gu Chen's destiny casting another curse?!

But how did they manage to do it without any media?!

In a flash, Wu Zhao recalled the scene from just now, and Gu Jiaping reached out and grabbed Gu Chen's wheelchair!

It was him?! Wu Zhao's expression turned cold. No wonder Gu Jiaping's face suddenly looked so dangerous!

"Xingyun!" Wu Zhao called out, "Go and get my backpack!"

Biting his own finger, Wu Zhao decisively used his blood to quickly draw a curse mark on Gu Chen's arm.

Wu Xingyun, who rushed over with her backpack, only saw a familiar totem slowly disappearing into Gu Chen's arm, and his steps instantly became chaotic.

Isn't that the Soul-Sealing Seal of our ancestor?! Wu Xingyun suddenly felt his mind go blank and couldn't think straight.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and bring it over!" Wu Zhao snatched the backpack from his hand.

After taking out the prepared talisman from her bag, she carefully dripped a drop of blood onto it.

After tearing open Gu Chen's shirt, a black pattern could be faintly seen below the man's thin collarbone, near his heart.

It was like a withered hand tightly squeezing the heart beneath the skin.

What a cunning tactic!

"What is this, a ghost hand?!" Wu Xingyun gasped.

Then, Wu Zhao slapped the talisman onto Gu Chen's chest, and in an instant, the talisman burst forth with astonishing heat.

"puff-"

A mouthful of black blood gushed from Gu Chen's mouth, and the next second his complexion visibly recovered somewhat.

The immense purple aura instantly gathered back into his body before slowly overflowing out again, clinging intimately to Wu Zhao as before.

Wu Zhao breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Before she could speak, Gu Chen, who had improved considerably, raised his eyelids, a hint of amusement in his night-like eyes: "Zhao Zhao, are you feeling my heartbeat...?"

"Drink—!" Wu Zhao then realized that he was maintaining a rather unrestrained posture.

One hand was tugging at Gu Chen's clothes, while the other was pressed against his chest.

The gradually warming skin beneath his palms, rising and falling with his breath, brought a slightly unusual sensation.

The talisman had already been absorbed by his body, and the temperature she felt afterward came from Gu Chen's gradually rising body temperature!

With lightning speed, Wu Zhao withdrew his hand and tried to cover himself by pulling his shirt closed.

Seeing the button that had been torn off his collar, he smiled somewhat awkwardly: "It was a quick fix, I hope you don't mind!"

Gu Chen coughed a few times and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps outside.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps, accompanied by terrified screams, rang out—

Someone's dead!