Yandere Boss Don’t Go Dark — The Well-Behaved Girl with a Lucky Pregnancy Has Arrived
Yandere Boss Don’t Go Dark — The Well-Behaved Girl with a Lucky Pregnancy Has Arrived W1 Chapter 19

World 1: Sinister Retired Third-Gen × Pitiful Ex-Female Lead’s Coworker (Part 19)

Gu Huai leaned back in the genuine leather chairman’s seat, a faint, almost mocking smile at his lips.

“Manzi, I have Chairman Chen’s personally signed letter of appointment.”

He pulled out a document bearing Chen’s father’s signature.

“If you want to deny this signature, that’s fine too. Right now, most of Chen Group’s debts are under my name. I’m the primary creditor — which, by procedure, gives me the right to claim majority shares of Chen Group. Of course, that process will just be a bit slower.”

“We’re all one family, no need to get petty and make this complicated, right?”

Gu Huai sat there calm and composed, as if that seat had belonged to him all along.

Chen Manzi stood frozen.

Blood rushed in reverse through her veins, her brain momentarily shutting down.

It felt like a blow so massive that her body instinctively activated its self-defense mechanism — cutting off the pain.

In her vision, the office scene was suddenly replaced by something else entirely.

A dark night. Gu Huai’s car speeding down the road, wildly switching lanes, crashing violently into a roadside guardrail.

A deafening crash. Thick black smoke billowing from the crushed hood.

Gu Huai crawled out of the wreckage, his right hand visibly broken.

He smirked faintly, then snapped a picture and sent it to Chen Manzi.

That had been from their past life.

Back then, Gu Huai helped Chen Manzi escape from Huo Hanting. But shortly after, he got into that very accident — and his right hand was permanently ruined.

She’d gone to the hospital to see him.

But Gu Huai hadn’t cared about his own injuries. The moment he saw her, he only asked:

“Are you safe? Are you happy?”

As if her freedom and happiness mattered more than his life.

“Don’t be afraid. Even if I die, I’ll protect you.”

She had been utterly moved by that.

But now… was that car accident not an accident at all?

Was it all a performance — a calculated plot by Gu Huai?

“That’s right. What I’ve always wanted… was Chen Group. Among all the heiresses in Deep City, only Chen Manzi fell for my bait. If I didn’t hold onto her tightly, how else could I rise and become a phoenix?”

“You know how poor my family is. My parents, my relatives — the entire burden of the family rests on me alone. I have to succeed. I have to outshine everyone.”

“What I earn from the company could never satisfy me. From the very start, I set my sights on Chen Group. Only by acquiring it can I get everything I want.”

In a private suite, Gu Huai was sprawled drunkenly across a stunning woman, speaking in a slurred voice.

His vision blurred, but Chen Manzi could still make out the woman’s face.

It was the same female intern who used to work overtime with Gu Huai.

So… that intern was his childhood sweetheart?

No — not quite. She was a student he used to tutor in college. A rich girl from a wealthy family.

With his good looks and intelligence, Gu Huai had seduced her effortlessly.

She had willingly become his backup plan — offering everything to him without complaint.

The scene shifted again.

Gu Huai appeared at the entrance of the police station, holding a thick folder.

The first page of the file read:

Evidence of Embezzlement from Chen Group’s Final Project Payment

He… was the one who reported Chen Group back then?

Chen Manzi couldn’t believe her eyes.

As her vision cleared again, the man standing in front of her — once gentle and affectionate — now looked down at her coldly, arrogantly.

He was the very embodiment of a man who had clawed his way up from nothing — no longer hiding the ambition and ruthlessness in his bones.

“It was you… You did all of this!”
Chen Manzi’s voice trembled.

Now, she could no longer deny it — she had chosen the wrong man.

From the very beginning, she’d been wrong.

She had trusted the wrong person. And loved the wrong person.

Gu Huai gave a slight smirk, calmly reaching out to hold her trembling hand.

“You have two options:
One — become my Mrs. Gu.
Two — pack up and get out.”

He leaned in, whispering in her ear.

“Don’t worry. I chose you for status and wealth. You chose me because I was your pathetic lapdog. We’re a match made in heaven. Think carefully — or you just might end up mentally unstable and locked away in a psych ward.”

Chen Manzi shut her eyes in pain.

If she left her father’s company, she’d have nothing left.

She had no choice but to accept Gu Huai’s terms.

From that moment, Chen Group was officially renamed Gu Group, and Chen Manzi became Gu Huai’s caged canary.

Living in a massive villa, she was now the so-called “Mrs. Gu” in name only.

No freedom of movement. Every step she took was restricted.

Even spending money required Gu Huai’s approval.

But there was no denying it — Gu Huai was exceptionally capable. Under his leadership, the Gu Group was reborn with vitality.

Everyone said that Chen Manzi had hit the jackpot — married into wealth and power.

Only Chen Manzi knew just how badly she had messed up.


“President Gu is in a meeting,”
The female secretary said loudly on purpose.

“Miss Xu has already been inside for over 40 minutes.”

Behind the frosted glass came flirtatious laughter — unmistakably the sounds of seduction.

Chen Manzi saw Xu Ling’er sitting on Gu Huai’s prized zitan wood desk — the one her father had bought at auction, intending to pass it to his son-in-law.

“Huai-ge, this wedding ring is ugly.”
Xu Ling’er swung her long legs, the crystal-embellished tips of her shoes kicking over a photo frame.

It was a graduation photo of Chen Manzi and Gu Huai.

Gu Huai casually twirled the ring on his pinky.

“Just a cheap trinket.”

The ring was a knockoff he had specially bought when proposing to Chen Manzi.

He hadn’t wanted to spend real money — once he’d caught her, there was no need to invest any further.

Gu Huai finally turned around and noticed Chen Manzi’s presence.

“Ah, Mrs. Gu, perfect timing. Give Ling’er your seat.”

He wrapped an arm around Xu Ling’er’s waist.

“The West Suburb villa — we’re giving it to Ling’er to raise horses. You’ll move to the South City apartment tonight.”

“No! That villa was my childhood home — my father left it to me as part of my dowry…”

“Your father? Didn’t he already sell off all his assets?”

“To cover ICU bills, remember? The old bastard wasted all my money.”

Chen Manzi bit her lip, trembling.

That man — who once knelt before her, swearing he’d love her and only her for life — had now become this unrecognizable monster.


At Fu Yu’s baby twins’ first birthday party, Chen Manzi attended — of course, under the name Mrs. Gu.

Gu Huai casually tossed the invitation her way.

“Know your place. Don’t say anything you shouldn’t. Madam Huo was kind enough to overlook your past behavior — don’t push your luck. If you offend her again, don’t expect me to care about our so-called marriage.”

“Marriage?”
Chen Manzi laughed bitterly.
“You call this a marriage? All your affection is spent on those cheap little whores outside.”

When she heard the name Madam Huo, all the pain she’d bottled up these past weeks finally exploded.

She had once loved Gu Huai’s gentleness and attentiveness more than anything.

Only to learn that Gu Huai treated every woman who might be useful to him the same way — all charm and warmth, never turning any away.

He fell for any pretty face that so much as leaned toward him.

And now, even though she was trapped at home, the scandals and affairs never stopped echoing in her ears.

But who could she confide in?

This kind of despair made her feel worse than death.

@ apricity[Translator]

Immerse yourself in a captivating tale brought to life through my natural and fluid translation—where every emotion, twist, and character shines as vividly as in the original work! ^_^

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