"Crash!"
The vase shattered and fell to the floor, its fragments clattering across it.
A sharp pain shot through Zhou Qiwen, and something warm trickled down his head.
Zhou Qiwen raised a hand to his head. His palm came away covered in blood.
His face twisted with humiliation and rage. He was about to step forward and teach Qiao Hua a lesson, but his head swam. After a few stumbling steps, he collapsed to the floor.
The loud thud rang out distinctly in the quiet villa.
The bodyguards soon heard the commotion and rushed upstairs. Their expressions changed when they saw the unfamiliar man in the room, and they immediately moved forward to restrain him.
"Miss Qiao, are you all right?"
Panting, Qiao Hua shook her head and sank onto the carpet in relief. A pain stirred in her abdomen, and she clutched her pajamas.
Late that night, Gu Wenze was awakened by his phone ringing.
His brow furrowed as he reached for the phone on the nightstand and answered.
A bodyguard's slightly panicked voice came through the line. "President Gu, something has happened to your wife!"
Gu Wenze's brow twitched violently. He opened his eyes, and his dark gaze instantly turned sharp and deadly.
It was already the early hours of the morning when Gu Wenze arrived at the Manor. Qiao Hua sat on the edge of the bed, her face pale beneath the light and her brows tightly knitted.
Beside the bed, Zhou Qiwen was on both knees, held down by the bodyguards.
At the sight of Gu Wenze, Zhou Qiwen grasped at him like a lifeline and shouted, "President Gu! President Gu, tell your men to let me go!"
Gu Wenze stopped on his way toward Qiao Hua, turned, and walked over to Zhou Qiwen. Looking coldly