Chapter 30: You Must Come

"It is no trouble at all. I have been borrowing books from Mr. Zhou’s library for a long time, so it is only right that I express my gratitude," Tang Xi said with a smile. "I will make two more boxes when I return; I hope Mr. Zhou won't mind."

"Not at all, not at all." The man was practically "wrestling the object of affection" away from him; how could he possibly mind?

Steward Luo was overjoyed: his incense was finally safe!

In the evening, Tang Qiushuang called to say that Gu Yu had secured a spot for Tang Yi in a major project team at a university in the United States. It was a group Tang Yi had long wanted to join, but he had lacked the necessary credentials and connections. For Gu Yu to get him in must have cost a significant amount of money and social capital.

Tang Yi, oblivious to all this, had even messaged her: "Long live my brother-in-law."

When Tang Yi first went abroad to study, Gu Yu had handled everything personally. In such matters, she never had to worry.

"Xixi, your father mentioned that Gu Yu gave him two projects today. Completing them will bring in quite a profit." Tang Jili owned a construction company that specialized in building sets for film and television productions. However, he never relied solely on his son-in-law’s Haixi Pictures. On the contrary, he never used his daughter's marriage to solicit business, all to ensure that she could stand tall in the Gu family without being whispered about as someone who only relied on her husband’s connections.

Tang Xi knew that Gu Yu was doing everything he could to make amends, desperate for her forgiveness.

Just moments ago, she had received a call from an auction house. Gu Yu had purchased a necklace named "Sunset." Because the character "Xi" in the name was a homophone for her own, he had bought it for a staggering fifty million.

The auction house offered to deliver it to her, but she refused outright.

"Think about the divorce again. Neither your father nor I will force you," Tang Qiushuang said, "but remember, this family is your foundation, not your burden."

In the evening, unable to reach her by phone, Gu Yu sent a message saying he had moved Gu Wennuan and her son to a property he owned. He also posted photos of the house on his social media feed; the decor was warm, and the vases were filled with her favorite Freud roses. The caption read: "Waiting for you to come home."

Below the post, some of their mutual friends left comments, envious of their unwavering bond.

Gu Yu had done everything in his power; he had shown her enough sincerity. He was simply waiting for the word "forgiveness."

Song Xining asked her, "Will you forgive him?"

They had dated for two years and been married for three; the five years they had spent together were etched into her soul. Having loved so intensely, cutting ties felt like tearing flesh from bone. To outsiders, it might seem like a simple decision, but the chill or warmth of it was something only she could know.

Gu Yu’s call came through again. Tang Xi hesitated for a moment before answering.

The person on the other end seemed surprised and sounded quite agitated. "Wife, Sunday is the anniversary of the first time we held hands. I’ve booked a private room at Taoyuan. Can you come?"

His tone was tentative, cautious, as if he feared that even a slightly raised voice might scare her away.

Tang Xi recalled when Gu Yu had confessed his feelings to her; he had used that same tone—anxious, expectant, and thrilled.

"All right." Tang Xi thought that constantly avoiding him was not a solution; they needed to have a proper talk.

Gu Yu let out a cheer of joy, like a child receiving a candy, startling the assistant beside him.

"Wife, I’ll wait for you on Sunday. You must come, you really must come." After hanging up, Gu Yu turned and gripped his assistant’s shoulders, his eyes bright with surprise. "Everyone gets a double bonus this month."

The assistant cheered internally. Ever since the boss and his wife had started fighting, the staff hadn't had a single peaceful day. As his personal assistant, he had been the first in line to bear the brunt of the boss's temper. Now that there were signs of a reconciliation, he felt like bowing down to the wife in gratitude.

Gu Yu knew Tang Xi hadn't forgiven him yet, but he was determined to use this opportunity to make amends and plead for leniency.

His phone rang. He glanced at it; it was Gu Wennuan.