Eternal Marriage

He Won’t Let Go

The neon lights of the city flickered like dying embers as Gu Xiaoruan stood on the desolate overpass, her thin silk dress whipped by the biting wind. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—a message from Fang Rong, her college roommate and confidante.

“Xiaorong, what’s wrong? Why are you calling me at this hour?” she typed, her fingers trembling against the cold metal railing. Below her, a river of taillights stretched into the night like a venomous snake.

“He won’t let me go… He’s after Zhongsheng…” Her words echoed in the empty void, mingling with the distant wail of ambulance sirens. The memory of Huang Tingyue’s cold laugh—“Family property”—still burned in her bones. She had to act fast.

Inside the opulent Western Gate Mansion, Fang Rong’s phone screen flickered with urgency. “Xiaorong! You have to help me!” Her friend’s voice crackled with fear.

Si Men Liangchen, a tall man with sharp features and a perpetually bored expression, intercepted her escape to the bathroom. “Who is it?” His fingers rested lightly on her shoulder, a subtle warning.

“A friend…” Fang Rong lied, her pulse racing. She had no choice—Xiaoruan had begged her not to reveal Huang Tingyue’s identity. But Si Men Liangchen’s gaze narrowed. “You know I don’t approve of her. Why are you still in contact with that… troublemaker?”

Fang Rong’s heart froze. She had seen Si Men Liangchen’s reaction the night they’d found Xiaoruan at the mansion—his eyes had darkened like storm clouds as he watched Huang Tingyue drag her away. Something wasn’t right.

Gu Xiaoruan paced the cramped hotel room, its walls plastered with peeling wallpaper and the air thick with cigarette smoke. She dialed Fang Rong’s number again, her ankle throbbing from the earlier injury. “Xiaorong, listen to me. I need the president’s contact information. It’s an emergency.”

Fang Rong hesitated. “The president? You’re insane! How could you—”

“I’ve already told you about him,” Gu Xiaoruan interrupted, her voice urgent. “He’s not just a normal man. If I don’t act now, Zhongsheng will be… gone forever.”

Silence stretched between them. Outside, a drunkard stumbled past, muttering obscenities into the night. Fang Rong’s reply came through faintly. “Si Men Liangchen won’t give it to me. He says it’s classified information…”

A cold laugh escaped Gu Xiaoruan’s lips. “Classified? That son of a b***h thinks he can control everything.” She kicked at the rickety bed, sending a moth skittering across the dingy carpet. “Fine. I’ll find him myself.”

Si Men Liangchen stood in his study, a tall glass of whiskey in hand. The room was dimly lit, with shadows clawing at the walls like grasping hands. He replayed the conversation in his mind—Fang Rong’s panic, Xiaoruan’s determination. Something about her story didn’t add up.

Why would the president risk everything for a single woman? He poured another shot of bourbon, the liquid fire sliding down his throat. Unless… she’s not just a pawn. Maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye.

His phone buzzed. A message from the presidential security team: “Miss Gu has been located. Requesting authorization for retrieval.”

Si Men Liangchen’s smile froze. He knew Huang Tingyue well—the man wouldn’t rest until Xiaoruan was back in his grasp. But why was the president’s obsession with her so intense? It bordered on obsession… Obsession with a w***e.

He leaned back in his leather chair, the weight of his power almost crushing him. Perhaps it’s time to investigate her past. There must be a reason he’s willing to bend the law for her.

Meanwhile, in her hotel room, Gu Xiaoruan curled up on the lumpy mattress, her phone clutched like a lifeline. The neon lights outside cast eerie shadows on her face, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Huang Tingyue was watching her—every breath, every move.

He won’t let me go. She whispered to herself, her eyes filling with tears. But I won’t let him win.