Love is a mistake that cannot be escaped

Gu Yichen suddenly raised his head, staring intently at me, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Fu Yan, is what this says true? My mother said... said that I'm not the Gu family's biological child, is that true?"

My heart sank. Du Yue's suicide note revealed such a secret!

I instinctively looked at Gu Yichen and saw that his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with shock, pain and confusion, as if he had lost all his support in an instant.

I held his hand tightly, wanting to give him some strength, but I found that my hand was also trembling.

I didn't know how to answer him, or how to face this sudden truth.

Just then, Gu Yichen's phone suddenly rang. He froze for a moment, as if grasping at a last straw, and hurriedly took out his phone to answer the call.

"Hello?" His voice trembled slightly.

A strange voice came from the other end of the phone, urgent and anxious: "Is this Mr. Gu Yichen? I'm your father's assistant. Your father... he's critically ill. We hope you can return to China as soon as possible..."

The voice on the other end of the phone grew fainter and fainter until it became a busy signal.

Gu Yichen's hand holding the phone fell limply to his side, the light from the phone screen reflecting on his face, making him appear exceptionally pale.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and my breathing became rapid.

Gu Yichen's father is critically ill, and he has to face such a cruel truth. How can he bear it?

I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, gently grasped Gu Yichen's hand, and said firmly, "We're going back to China to see your father."

Gu Yichen raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, but he still nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, let's go back to China."

We packed our bags as quickly as possible and boarded the plane back home with our adorable child.

Throughout the journey, Gu Yichen remained silent, only holding my hand tightly, as if it were his only support.

As I watched the clouds recede into the distance outside the window, my heart was filled with worry and unease.

What awaits us?

The flight, which took more than ten hours, felt like an eternity.

As soon as he got off the plane, Gu Yichen received a call from the hospital; his father's condition had worsened.

We rushed to the hospital without stopping. The pungent smell of disinfectant and the hurried crowds in the corridor made my heart clench.

In the ward, Gu Yichen's father, the once powerful business tycoon, now lay weakly on the hospital bed, his body covered with various medical instruments.

His face was ashen, and his breathing was weak, as if he would stop at any moment.

My heart sank; the atmosphere of someone on their deathbed was suffocating.

Gu Yichen held his father's hand and whispered something. I saw his eyes redden, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

I stood silently to the side, watching this tragic scene unfold before me, my heart filled with mixed emotions.

For the next few days, Gu Yichen stayed by his father's side almost every step of the way, and had no time to attend to company matters.

I could tell he was exhausted, but he suppressed all his emotions and silently bore it all.

To make matters worse, problems have also emerged within the Gu Group.

Taking advantage of Mr. Gu's serious illness, some shareholders began to stir and wanted to seize the opportunity to divide up the company.

The company was in a state of panic, the stock price began to plummet, and the entire Gu Group was shrouded in gloom.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Gu Yichen had no choice but to pull himself together, taking care of his seriously ill father while also dealing with company affairs.

He shuttles between the hospital and the company every day, almost without a moment's rest.

I watched his figure, feeling heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do to help.

Looking at Gu Yichen's exhausted figure, I felt a pang of heartache.

He had lost weight; his once angular face now looked somewhat haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.

I know how heavy the burden is on his shoulders. He has to take care of his seriously ill father and also turn the tide to save the crumbling family business.

I can't help much, I can only try my best to take care of his daily life, cook soup and meals for him, and give him a gentle massage to relax him when he occasionally stops.

I understand that at this moment, what he needs most is not my sympathy and tears, but a steadfast supporter, a haven he can rely on.

"Yichen, you haven't slept for days. Go and rest for a while. I'll take care of things here."

I carried a bowl of chicken soup to his side and gently advised him.

He looked up, a faint smile appearing on his tired face: "It's okay, I'm not tired, you don't need to worry about me."

"But……"

“Yan Yan,” he held my hand, his eyes gentle yet firm, “I know you’re worried about me, but I promise you, I will handle everything. I won’t let my father down, nor will I let you down.”

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, gradually calming my previously uneasy heart.

Yes, he is so strong and so outstanding, he will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties he is facing.

Our adorable child seemed to sense the somber atmosphere, and he was even more well-behaved and sensible than usual.

He stopped clamoring for his father to hold him and instead sat quietly to the side, handing Gu Yichen water with his tiny hands, and saying in his childish voice, "Daddy, keep going! Daddy, don't cry."

At these moments, a relieved smile would appear on Gu Yichen's face. He would pick up the adorable child, kiss his forehead, and his eyes would be filled with love and hope.

"Seeing him, I feel it was all worth it," Gu Yichen said softly to me, holding the adorable baby.

I nodded, my heart filled with emotion.

Yes, no matter what difficulties we encounter, as long as our family is together, there is no obstacle we cannot overcome.

Days passed in this atmosphere of hope and worry, and Uncle Gu's health gradually improved thanks to the doctor's efforts.

Seeing the long-lost smile on Gu Yichen's face, a huge weight was finally lifted from my heart.

"Brother, you've lost weight."

A cold voice suddenly rang out. I turned to look at the doorway and saw a slender young man standing there, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Gu Yichen.

He was dressed in a simple black casual outfit, yet his aloof demeanor was undeniable; deep within his dark eyes, however, seemed to lie an unyielding frost.

"Yi Chen?" Gu Yichen was clearly surprised by his sudden appearance, a hint of astonishment flashing across his face, but he quickly regained his composure. "Why are you here?"

Gu Yichen did not answer, but walked straight to the bedside, his gaze falling on his uncle, and a cryptic smile appeared on his lips: "Dad, it's been a long time."

When Uncle Gu saw him, his previously cloudy eyes immediately lit up, and he struggled to sit up: "Yi Chen? You... why are you back?"

"I heard you were sick, so I came back to see you."

Gu Yichen spoke calmly, his tone devoid of any concern, instead carrying an inexplicable chill.

He looked at Gu Yichen, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression: "Brother, aren't you going to introduce me to him?"

I knew he was asking me. I clenched my fists nervously, but still stepped forward and forced a smile: "Hello, I'm Fu Yan."

“Fu Yan?” Gu Yichen repeated my name, the corners of his mouth curving wider, but his eyes were full of scrutiny and inquiry. “My brother’s taste is really… as special as ever.”

His tone was meaningful, which made me even more uneasy.

What exactly did he mean? Why do I have a bad feeling about this?