Chapter 2: Kicked out of the house? She wanted it more than she wanted!

The lights of Jiangcheng were just beginning to come on, their neon lights flickering.

Gu Qingzi stood outside the Fu family villa, the late autumn night breeze ruffling her long hair. She glanced back at the house she had lived in for five years. The lights, which she had once thought were warm, now seemed nothing more than cold decorations.

The phone rang.

"Madam, are you really leaving like this?" The housekeeper, Uncle Zhang, spoke with concern. "The old man loved you the most when he was alive. If he knew..."

"Uncle Zhang, thank you for your care over the past five years," Gu Qingzi said gently. "But there are some roads I must walk alone."

"But you didn't take anything with you. How can I explain this to the old man?"

Gu Qingzi chuckled. "I took the most important things."

Uncle Zhang was stunned. "What?"

"Freedom."

After hanging up, Gu Qingzi dragged the old suitcase that had accompanied her through four years of college toward the curb. The zipper was a little loose, and the wheels were clunky, making a creaking sound. The sound of a car starting up could be heard from behind.

A black Bentley pulled out of the garage, its window rolled down, revealing Fu Yechen's handsome yet cold face.

"Get in, I'll take you."

Gu Qingzi paused and glanced sideways at him. "No need, Mr. Fu."

"How can a woman drag a suitcase in the dead of night be so rude?" Fu Yechen frowned, his tone tinged with impatience. "Don't let people say I, Fu Yechen, don't even have the gentle manners."

Gentlemanly manners?

Gu Qingzi sneered inwardly. In the past five years, when had she ever felt even a hint of tenderness from him?

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Fu." She opened the back door, put the suitcase inside, and sat in the passenger seat.

The car was so quiet that only the faint sound of the engine could be heard. Fu Yechen glanced at the battered suitcase through the rearview mirror, a flicker of contempt in his eyes. "Just these?"

"That's enough," Gu Qingzi said, watching the street scene pass by outside the window. "They weren't mine to begin with, so taking them would be a burden."

"You're quite open-minded," Fu Yechen snorted. "But it's true. For someone of your background, living in the Fu family for five years is a tremendous blessing."

Gu Qingzi turned to look at him, her eyes unnervingly calm. "Mr. Fu is right. It is indeed a blessing."

Her reaction was beyond Fu Yechen's expectations. He expected her to argue, to get angry, to show a look of being hurt.

But she didn't react at all.

"Where are we going?" Fu Yechen asked.

"Just a hotel."

"Hotel?" Fu Yechen scoffed. "Are you sure that little savings will cover your stay?"

Gu Qingzi didn't answer. The car stopped in front of a five-star hotel in the city center. Fu Yechen watched Gu Qingzi dragging her worn suitcase toward the hotel lobby, feeling a strange irritation well up in his heart.

Why was she so calm?

Why didn't she cry, plead, or even show any reluctance?

This wasn't like the Gu Qingzi he knew.

For five years, this woman had been as docile as a little rabbit, tense for a moment when he frowned. But tonight, the indifference and distance she exuded felt unfamiliar to him.

The Bentley restarted and drove off in another direction of the city.

Wen Yaruo's apartment.

Twenty minutes later, Fu Yechen stood in front of Wen Yaruo's apartment. Before he rang the doorbell, it opened from the inside. "Ye Chen!" Wen Yaruo threw herself into his arms, her voice tinged with tears. "You're finally here. I thought..."

"What's wrong?" Fu Yechen gently stroked her hair, his tone ten times gentler than when he spoke to Gu Qingzi. "I just felt a sudden panic attack, as if I were about to lose something important." Wen Yaruo raised her head, her tears streaming down her face making her look particularly endearing. "Are you and her...really divorced?"

"The divorce agreement has been signed." Fu Yechen lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "From today on, we can be together openly."

A glint of pride flashed in Wen Yaruo's eyes, but it was quickly masked by a sense of grievance. "Isn't it too hasty? After all, you've been married for five years..."

"Married?" Fu Yechen sneered. "It's just a piece of paper. Yaruo, you know, you've always been the only one in my heart."

"I know, I know everything." Wen Yaruo leaned against his chest, her voice soft. "It's just pitiful for Miss Gu, to be kicked out of the house..."

"She couldn't ask for more," Fu Yechen said nonchalantly. "For someone like her, five years of enjoying a wealthy family is more than enough."

Wen Yaruo sneered inwardly. That foolish woman, Gu Qingzi, actually left without wanting anything. This is best, saving us trouble later.

Meanwhile, inside the hotel suite, Gu Qingzi finished her shower and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her hotel robe. The entire Jiangcheng nightscape unfolded before her, with countless lights twinkling and traffic surging.

She picked up her phone and made an international call. "Boss, you finally contacted me!" an excited male voice with a thick American accent came from the other end of the line. "The deal on Wall Street is ready, just waiting for your order."

"Very good, Mark." Gu Qingzi's voice regained its usual calm and majestic tone. "Starting tomorrow, we'll launch the attack on the Fu Group."

"Understood! Boss, we've been waiting for this day for a long time," Mark said excitedly. "The Fu Group's financial reports in recent quarters are indeed problematic. Now is the perfect time for us to take action."

"Remember, boil the frog in slow boiling water. Don't let them realize it's manipulation."

"Got it! By the way, Boss, when will you be returning to New York? The brothers miss you so much."

"Soon." Gu Qingzi gazed at the night view outside the window, a sneer curling her lips. "But before that, I have some old scores to settle."

After hanging up, she dialed another number.

"Master." Her voice instantly softened. "Girl, your voice doesn't sound right," an old but powerful voice came from the line. "Did that brat bully you?"

"Master, I'm divorced."

There was silence for a few seconds, then an angry roar: "That ungrateful brat! I told you I shouldn't have saved his grandfather!"

"Master, don't be angry. Your health is more important." Gu Qingzi smiled. "I've figured it out. This is fine."

"What do you mean?" The old man's voice was filled with heartache. "Girl, you've been wronged. Master will go and settle the score with him right now!" "Master, have you forgotten what you taught me?" Gu Qingzi's eyes flashed. "A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. Besides, I only need ten days."

The old man on the other end of the line was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Yes! That's what a good disciple of mine is! Girl, if you need Master's help, just ask."

"Not for now, I can handle it myself." Gu Qingzi checked the time. "By the way, Master, I might have to go back to the mountains for a while."

"Okay, okay. Master will prepare your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs for you."

After hanging up, Gu Qingzi walked over to the old suitcase.

She slowly unzipped it. Inside were no clothes, but a few seemingly ordinary items: a tablet, several ordinary-looking USB flash drives, and an old wooden box.

She opened the box, revealing a simple, antique seal.

Engraved on the seal were two characters: "Gold Touch."

This was the seal she used on Wall Street, a symbol of her status as a "Gold Touch." Fu Yechen thought she'd been kicked out of the house, penniless.

What he didn't know was that in her Wall Street account lay enough money to bankrupt the Fu Group ten times over.

What he didn't know was that her master was a miraculous doctor, revered as a guest of honor by the entire Jiangcheng elite.

What he didn't know even more was that she possessed core technology capable of shaking up the entire business world.

Employed out of the house?

She couldn't ask for more.

Because true wealth isn't about material possessions, but about one's own self-worth.

Gu Qingzi closed her suitcase again and lay down on the hotel bed.

Tomorrow will be a fresh start.

And Fu Yechen, your nightmare has only just begun.