Chapter 2 His White Moonlight Has Returned Home

Zhou Yanci lowered her eyebrows, her face full of disbelief.

"A-Wu, what did you say?"

All the reporters stared blankly at Shang Wu, and the scene froze for a moment.

Shang Wu addressed the crowd: "I will not marry Zhou Yanci, that's all."

She shoved the microphone into the dumbfounded reporter's hands, turned and went into the company, never once giving Zhou Yanci a glance.

Zhou Yanci pursed her lips, the panic in her eyes vanished in an instant, and a smile appeared on her face.

“I had a fight with A-Wu yesterday and we haven’t made up yet. Please forgive me.”

His expression was a mix of helplessness and indulgence. He nodded politely to everyone and said, "Let's reschedule the interview for another day. In any case, Chengzhou values ​​this winter limited edition very much, so please look forward to it. We will definitely not disappoint our clients."

Zhou Yanci turned and glanced at her assistant, her eyes filled with warning.

Xiao Dong immediately understood. After the man left, he lowered his voice and threatened, "Don't report a single word about what just happened, unless you don't want to stay in Lincheng anymore!"

The reporters nodded repeatedly, remaining tight-lipped.

upstairs.

Jewelry Department.

The employees were chatting and gossiping in small groups.

"I heard that President Zhou treats Director Shang's parents very well, as if he were his own in-laws. It seems that President Zhou is planning to get married."

When Shang Wu came in and heard this, she thought of her father's illness, and a look of disgust and hatred flashed in her eyes behind her sunglasses.

She raised an eyebrow slightly: "Nothing to do?"

Before anyone could turn around, they heard Shang Wu's voice and quickly returned to their seats.

Shang Wu was in a terrible mood, and her tone turned icy: "If I ever hear you talking about my private affairs again, you can forget about working in the jewelry department!"

Bang!

The door to the director's office was slammed shut.

The employees looked at each other, confused.

"Is Director Shang on fire today? He's in such a bad mood."

The man had barely finished speaking when his colleague gave him a hard tug: "President Zhou is here!"

Zhou Yanci gave the person who had just spoken a cold look and walked straight to the office.

Just as Shang Wu sat down, the door was pushed open.

"Awu, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly say that in front of so many reporters?"

Zhou Yanci came in and closed the door, her voice tinged with reproach.

He walked to the table and said, "Give me an explanation. Is there something I didn't do well enough, or is it because I worked overtime last night and didn't come home to be with you, and that's why you're angry?"

Shang Wu looked up at the man up close, her eyes flashing with intense hatred, her fists clenched so tightly they trembled slightly.

Three years of relationship vanished into thin air.

From now on, Zhou Yanci, whom she treated like family, will become the target of her revenge.

She wanted to get back at Zhou Yanci for everything—the suffering her brother endured in prison, the plight of her parents being hidden in the countryside, and the benefits they received while traveling by boat!

"Awu, say something! What's wrong?"

Zhou Yanci couldn't see Shang Wu's eyes, and felt inexplicably flustered. She bent down and took off her sunglasses.

The next second, he froze.

Shang Wu's eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot, as if he had just cried. They were still filled with an overwhelming sadness and grievance, as if he had done something terrible.

Zhou Yanci's heart clenched painfully, and she involuntarily half-squatted down and took Shang Wu's hand.

"Awu, why are you crying like this? What did I do wrong? I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Shang Wu withdrew her hand, gazing tearfully out the French windows.

"For a while now, people have been speculating that we're getting married soon, but you told reporters that the decision is up to you and didn't explicitly state that you'd marry me. Does that mean you never intended to marry me?"

She choked back a sob, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, so fragile that she would break at the slightest touch.

Zhou Yanci tightened his grip on her hand, a fleeting hint of guilt in his eyes: "How could that be? I'm just respecting your opinion. If you want to marry me, I can find someone to prepare the wedding tomorrow."

"OK."

Shang Wu looked down at him, her expression relaxed: "Then bring my parents over, and the two families can sit down and discuss the wedding date."

Zhou Yanci opened her mouth, her gaze tightening: "This...this requires careful selection of the time. You know, my family values ​​auspicious days very much, and we also choose a festive day for our meeting."

“Okay.” Shang Wu sneered inwardly. “Then you’ll come with me to the countryside this weekend. I’ve been too busy for the past six months and haven’t had time to visit them. We can bring them back while we’re at it. My parents will need to be involved in discussing the wedding date, so it will be more convenient for them to stay in a neighboring city.”

Zhou Yanci frowned slightly, hesitating before agreeing.

Shang Wu burst into tears: "What, you don't want to?"

A single, glistening tear slid down her cheek and landed on the back of Zhou Yanci's hand.

It was icy cold, but he felt as if he had been burned, and he quickly withdrew his hand to wipe away Shang Wu's tears.

"Why wouldn't I agree? I'll do whatever you say and make the arrangements."

Zhou Yanci took her phone and went outside.

Shang Wu instantly withdrew her aggrieved expression, took out eye drops, and dripped them into her already sore eyes.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes; in just a few seconds, her thoughts were racing through her mind.

My father is sick and needs to receive timely treatment.

Zhou Yanci is currently considering the interests of the jewelry department and is also holding a grudge against her and Bai Yueguang, so she won't confront them for the time being.

This actually makes it easier for her to carry out her revenge.

Two months later, she wanted to see whether Zhou Yanci and Ji Yu would kick her aside, or whether she would make them lose everything and pay the price!

Soon, Zhou Yanci came in again.

He held his phone, looking anxious.

"I just spoke with the village chief in the countryside. Your father is sick."

Shang Wu suddenly stood up: "Is he seriously ill? I need to go see him!"

Zhou Yanci stopped her and gently comforted her: "I asked Xiao Dong to take the caregiver and immediately transfer Uncle to a high-end sanatorium in the city center. Don't worry, he will receive the best closed treatment there. Once he recovers, our two families will formally discuss the wedding date."

"Closed treatment?" Shang Wu gasped.

Zhou Yanci rubbed her head and said softly, "His illness prevents him from seeing people, so he has to be treated in seclusion. But with your mother by his side, he won't feel lonely. You should focus on the winter limited edition jewelry for now. With me here, your uncle will be fine."

Shang Wu felt a chill run down his spine.

The so-called closed treatment is just a way to control her parents and buy time.

That's fine. Zhou Yanci is afraid that she will discover something, so she will definitely make sure her father gets treatment.

We shouldn't make things too alarming for the other party.

Shang Wu's fingernails dug deep into her palms, and after a long while she said, "Have the caregiver send me photos every day to report to me. I want to see my father get better day by day."

Zhou Yanci paused, her smile not reaching her eyes: "Okay, I'll make the arrangements."

He changed the subject abruptly: "Why don't you do a reporter interview today and tell them that our wedding is coming up soon, and also promote our limited-edition new products, okay?"

Shang Wu narrowed her eyes and said calmly, "My eyes are swollen, let's do it another day."

Zhou Yanci couldn't make any more requests, so he told her to go home and rest this afternoon and left.

After everyone left, Shang Wu got up and went to the office across the street.

Ji Yu's office faces south and is larger than hers; it was arranged by Ji Yu herself.

In recent years, she has devoted all her efforts to helping Ji Yu build her reputation.

For Shang Wu, Ji Yu has always been her own sister, and they are inseparable.

Looking back now, she was incredibly foolish.

Ji Yu was so smug that she failed to realize one fact—her reputation and status were all given to her by Shang Wu.

She can help Ji Yu rise to power, but she can also bring Ji Yu down from her pedestal.

Shang Wu pushed open the door to Ji Yu's office.

The computer on the table hadn't been turned off all night, and it displayed Ji Yu and Zhou Yanci's WeChat chat.

She saw her name at a glance.

Ji Yu: [Hmph! Does Shang Wu think her designs are anything special? She's just pandering to popular tastes.]

Zhou Yanci: [I don't see what makes her better than others, yet every design she makes becomes a trendsetter. The jewelry department can't function without her now.]

Ji Yu sent an eye-rolling emoji: [Her work has no class or taste, it's incredibly tacky! I could design it myself, too!]

Shang Wu paused for two seconds, scoffed, moved the mouse, and clicked on the design she had sent to Ji Yu.

Then, without hesitation, she pressed delete.

The upcoming limited-edition new products, as well as all subsequent artwork drafts, have all been deleted.

Since you can handle it, then rely on yourself.

...

Ji Yu didn't come to the company until she was supposed to leave work.

She's always been like this: she relies on business acumen for her designs, and once she gains fame, she acts like a tyrant in the jewelry department, with flexible working hours.

Shang Wu knew her nature; she wouldn't open the document until the last few days.

Each time, Ji Yu would leisurely post the announcement on both her social media accounts and official website, then reap the rewards of her fans' praise and admiration.

Shang Wu stepped out of the elevator and replied to the message.

She has arranged to meet with people from Dingfeng Law Firm tomorrow to find a lawyer to reinvestigate the matter of her brother being framed.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out beside me.

"Really? Chenmian really returned to the country?!"

Shang Wu looked up and saw Zhou Yanci making a phone call with his back to her.

His tone clearly showed his delight.

Shang Wu paused in his steps.

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but Zhou Yanci gripped the phone tightly and said stubbornly, "So what if she's eating at Changqing Restaurant? She left without saying goodbye back then, do you expect me to take the initiative to go find her? Impossible! Tell her I already have Shang Wu!"

Zhou Yanci angrily hung up the phone, resting her arm on the half-open car door, her expression complex and gloomy.

Then he made another phone call.

A cell phone rang behind me.

Zhou Yanci looked up in surprise.

Shang Wu pretended to have just arrived, walked over, waved her phone at him, and hung up: "I'm here."

Zhou Yanci put on a gentle smile and walked over to put her coat on her.

"It's cold outside, why aren't you wearing more clothes? Are you done with work? I'll take you to eat."

Shang Wu's eyes darkened slightly, but she asked calmly, "Okay, where should we eat?"

Zhou Yanci opened the car door for her, his gaze full of doting affection.

"Changqing Hotel".