Chapter 84: Solo 84 You don’t think that six…

Song Yu was tidying up her bedroom. When Zhou Ci pushed the door open, she had just put away all the small items.

His frowning and silent look frightened Song Yu: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Seeing Song Yu here, Zhou Ci's brows relaxed and his expression eased: "It's okay!"

Song Yu put the last bag away, tilted his head to admire the fruits of his afternoon's work, and said, "I'm glad you're okay. You looked so serious just now. I thought something serious had happened."

There were several books stacked on the bedside table, the top one was "My Name is Red". Zhou Ci bent down, picked it up and flipped through it: "Do you like reading this now?"

Song Yu looked at the book in his hand and explained, "I've been interested in miniature painting lately, and as a result, I've become a bit interested in Chinese culture and the history of the Ottoman Empire."

Zhou Ci looked at her and said, "Then let's take some time to go to London and read the Book of Kings at the British Museum."

Song Yu smiled and said, "I've already read Shahnameh, but Orhan Pamuk's Museum of Innocence has a special exhibition on miniature painting. I haven't been there yet, but I think I might go see it when I have time."

"Then you set the time." Zhou Ci put the book back where it belonged and stood up. "Let's go eat first. Auntie has already prepared dinner."

The dinner was very sumptuous. The aunt Zhou Ci invited was a great cook. Song Yu couldn't help himself and ate too much.

She now eats very little for dinner; a simple vegetable salad is enough when she's not socializing. This is mainly due to her age, and her metabolism isn't what it was in her early twenties. If she's not careful, she could easily accumulate fat in middle age. To maintain her perfect figure, she needs to exercise some restraint.

Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, Zhou Ci said to Song Yu, "Do you want to buy anything? There's a supermarket near the community that can deliver your purchases to your door. We can go shopping."

Song Yu didn't want to buy anything, but she didn't want to go to bed so early. She was free anyway, so it would be nice to go out with Zhou Ci and get familiar with the surrounding environment, so she agreed.

The person who knows the most about the owners in the community is the security guard guarding the gate. They may not know which owner is rich and powerful, or which building, unit, and floor they live in, but they will not make mistakes about their faces.

Before Zhou Ci and Song Yu approached the gate, the security guard on duty came out of the guard room and greeted Zhou Ci enthusiastically: "Mr. Zhou!"

The young security guard looked at the beautiful woman beside Zhou Ci with curiosity. He had been working here for so long, but this was the first time he saw the wealthiest, most handsome and youngest owner in the community appear with a woman.

Zhou Ci nodded. He understood the meaning in the security guard's eyes and explained, "My wife." It was an explanation and also a notification. In the future, if Song Yu entered or left the community alone, no one would be blinded.

The security guard couldn't hide his shock. He was a little excited and thought, this is definitely explosive news. By tomorrow noon at the latest, everyone who needs to know will know. There are many female owners in the community who are eyeing Mr. Zhou. After all, Mr. Zhou has the conditions to be young, handsome, wealthy, and unmarried.

Song Yuguang knew what he was thinking just by looking at his facial expression. She stood beside Zhou Ci, waved her right hand, and greeted the security guard in a friendly manner: "Good evening!"

The security guard quickly responded: "Good evening, Mrs. Zhou!"

Song Yu smiled brightly: "Please take care of me in the future!"

The security guard looked a little stunned, hesitating for several seconds before replying with a suspicious tremor in his voice, "Mrs. Zhou, you're welcome."

Song Yu originally wanted to say a few more polite words. After all, she had just arrived, so it was necessary to get along well with the community security guards. However, before she could say anything, Zhou Ci suddenly said, "Wife, let's go."

Without waiting for Song Yu to react, he directly put his arm around Song Yu's waist. Song Yu turned in the direction when he was hugged. Zhou Ci's thumb rubbed Song Yu's back heavily, and he walked past the security guard with a cold face.

It was not until he walked a long distance that Song Yu realized that Zhou Ci was angry.

Song Yu looked at him sideways and asked, "Are you angry?"

"No." Zhou Ci replied simply.

Song Yu affirmed: "You do. You've been wearing a serious expression all the way here, and you're almost writing 'I'm angry' on your face."

Zhou Ci stopped talking, let go of his arm around Song Yu's waist, kept a step away from her, and walked with his head down.

Song Yu reflected on himself and felt that he had not offended him. He chased after him and asked, "What happened? Who offended you?"

Zhou Ci's leather shoes made a crackling sound as they rolled over the sycamore leaves, and the moonlight created mottled lines on his eyelashes.

The supermarket was right in front of him, and the lights were shining in his face. Song Yu suddenly found a fresh bloodstain on Zhou Ci's left earlobe, as if it was scratched by something sharp. It was hidden under the black hair and reflected on the cold white skin, like cinnabar splashed on the snow.

"What's wrong with your ear?" Song Yu reached out to push Zhou Ci's hair aside to check, but Zhou Ci turned his head away.

This action reminded Song Yu of that summer vacation when the boy was hiding behind the back door of her piano practice room licking his wounds and was caught by her. He was also very cautious. However, when he saw that it was her, his vigilance dropped instantly, and he relaxed to the point that he wanted to turn his belly over for her to touch.

The supermarket lights made his profile almost transparent. He quickened his pace and said casually, "It was a cat scratch."

Song Yu remembered that Zhou Ci didn't like furry creatures, especially cats. When he was twelve years old, the ragdoll cat that Song Yu forced into his arms left three claw marks on his clothes. He hated it even more after that.

The moment the automatic door opened, Zhou Ci suddenly turned around, and Song Yu was caught off guard and ran headfirst into his arms, smelling a faint scent of ointment mixed with the scent of cedar.

"Push the cart." He held her waist with one hand, and the metal railing slid past her skirt. "Cherry is in Area A."

Zhou Ci was reluctant to speak, and Song Yu didn't want to keep asking, so he casually replied, "I know."

The first place they passed was the imported snacks area, and Song Yu picked up a few bags and put them in the cart.

She doesn't eat puffed foods, but her assistant likes them very much. It is actually very easy to gain the loyalty of female subordinates, and sometimes you only need a few packs of snacks to get it.

Zhou Ci suddenly dragged the person behind the shelf, a blind spot that was invisible to the surveillance camera.

The puffed food package rustled behind him. He pressed his thumb against her collarbone. "The way that security guard looked at you..." His breath carried the bitter aroma of iced Americano. "It was as if he wanted to bite the pearl buttons off your clothes one by one."

So, the reason why Zhou Ci was unhappy was because the way the young security guard looked at Song Yu made him very angry.

While Song Yu was stunned, Zhou Ci had already withdrawn half a step.

"I don't deny my charm." Song Yu came back to his senses, "I will be more careful in the future and try not to cause you any trouble, okay?"

Zhou Ci's expression brightened slightly when he heard this, but he knew Song Yu had misunderstood: "I'm not angry with you."

"I know." Song Yu's smile remained unchanged. "But I think you're right. We're married now, and our identities are different from before. We should also maintain a safe distance when interacting with the opposite sex."

Zhou Ci looked at her and nodded: "Yeah, me too."

"Then you're not angry anymore, are you?" Song Yu teased him.

"I'm not angry." Zhou Ci still insisted.

After all, he is now a local boss and needs to save face. Song Yu smiled and said nothing, "Then let's go buy some more things. I also want to buy some yogurt to take back."

"Yogurt is also in Area A." Zhou Ci naturally took over Song Yu's cart and took her to Area A.

Song Yu walked along beside him empty-handed. She put whatever she saw suitable food in the cart. These were all food for her team members. She had very little of her own.

The mist from the refrigerator spread over Song Yu's calves. When she stood on tiptoe to reach the Greek yogurt on the top shelf, Zhou Ci's hand had already reached over her head and taken the yogurt down for her.

His warm chest pressed against her back scapula, and the watch chain hung down, catching a strand of her hair.

"The pine nut flavor is gone." His voice was steady, but his fingertips were stroking the bottle of vanilla yogurt.

It was Song Yu's 20th birthday, and he insisted on forcing him to drink this flavor. The boy choked so much that the corners of his eyes turned red, but now his Adam's apple was rolling gently in the shadows.

Song Yu turned around and said, "Do you still remember that I only like to drink pine nut flavored yogurt?"

The water droplets condensed in the glass bottle and slid down his palm into his sleeve, leaving a transparent water mark on Zhou Ci's wrist. "It's just big data."

Zhou Ci changed his hand to hold the yogurt bottle, and knocked over two boxes of cherries with the shopping cart: "The smart system of the wedding room can retrieve all your online shopping records." The bright red fruits rolled to the ground, like the bayberry juice spilled on a drunken night that year, soaking into a sketch portrait he treasured.

Between two rows of shelves, a girl in a JK uniform was taking a secret photo of Zhou Ci.

Song Yu deliberately tucked her long hair behind her ears, and her wedding ring drew a dazzling arc under the light. When the girl screamed and ran away, she heard a very light laugh coming from behind her.

Zhou Ci threw Song Yu's favorite mints into the shopping cart and brushed his fingertips across her ring knuckle. "I didn't expect you to play such a childish trick."

"I just said that we should all keep a safe distance from strangers of the opposite sex. I'm helping you, and you look very happy." The moment Song Yu turned around, his lips almost brushed against his rolling Adam's apple.

When the faint scent of citrus hit him, Zhou Ci suddenly grabbed her wrist.

There were fresh bloodstains on his palm, probably from being pierced by the cherry core when he was crushing it. "Your boyfriend back then..." He stared at the deliveryman's back as he carried the cardboard boxes. "He also seemed to be wearing an obsidian earring in his left ear?"

Song Yu nearly stopped breathing. Her boyfriend was fake, but Zhou Ci didn't know it was fake, and the hurt she had caused him was real. She had been too thoughtless in handling the situation back then, and had done something drastic. It was no wonder Zhou Ci still felt resentful about it.

This topic was like an unexploded line of fire. Neither of them dared to touch it easily, for fear of accidentally blowing each other up.

Song Yu had been avoiding it for six years and didn't want to do it anymore. He admitted his mistakes and said, "I was indeed too naive in handling the problem back then. I apologize to you. If I could do it again, I would definitely do it more perfectly."

Zhou Ci snorted, "No need to apologize, I don't take it to heart anyway." He loosened his grip on Song Yu's wrist.

Song Yu lowered his head and looked at his wrist. The red mark on his wrist looked like a pair of shackles.

Do you really not take it to heart?

Zhou Ci bent down and picked up the cherries that had fallen to his feet. The red juice dripped down his slender fingers: "The emergency contraceptive pills you use are bought from the pharmacy at No. 46 Guangrong Avenue."

He raised his juice-covered finger and touched it below her collarbone. "Every time you have a low-grade fever or a headache near the end of your period, you need to add two grams of saffron."

Song Yu stumbled into the corridor column, his lower back pressed against the cold brass carvings, and looked at him in shock.

Zhou Ci's lips, stained with fruit juice, almost touched her trembling eyelashes: "You don't think six years is really that long?"

While the two were in a stalemate, the crisp sound of high heels came from the corner of the shelf, mixed with the heart-pounding smell of perfume - the scent of orange blossom and ambergris.

The fragrance comes before the person arrives.

"Mr. Zhou?"

The carefully trimmed ending tone is like a small hook, and the woman reveals her true face between the shelves. Her waist-length curly hair outlines a charming beauty.