Chapter 107 Bad Friends

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengxi was instantly enraged.

"Zhou Yuze is your own uncle! How could he just stand by and watch you be abandoned in the snow and left to fend for yourself?"

"Does he have any conscience? Does he have any humanity at all?"

"Perhaps... he really didn't know."

Song Zhiwei spoke softly, her tone gentle yet carrying a hint of aloofness.

"Qiao Yiqing answered the phone that day. She said she didn't know whether he had mentioned it or not. He probably really hadn't heard about it."

Moreover, there wasn't much connection between her and him to begin with.

Although they were related by blood, they never truly depended on each other emotionally.

Jiang Mengxi grabbed her wrist tightly; her fingertips were icy cold.

"Then why didn't you call me! I live not far from you, it only takes half an hour to drive there!"

"My phone is dead."

Song Zhiwei explained in a low voice, her eyes dim.

"It was so cold that day that my fingers were frozen stiff. I couldn't even press the power button, let alone open the contacts."

She tried her best to press the emergency call button.

But the equipment remained unresponsive, as if the severe cold had swallowed up all life.

Later, on the day of her court appearance, she looked through her phone records and clearly remembered that the battery still had 20% charge.

But that night, whenever the temperature suddenly dropped, the battery would be completely drained, returning to zero.

From then on, she never dared to rely on her old phone again and decisively switched to a new model.

"Fortunately...fortunately, Sheng Tingzhou found you."

As Jiang Mengxi spoke, a dull pain shot through her chest.

"Otherwise, if you were lying all alone in the snow and no one found you, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"yes."

Song Zhiwei smiled gently, her smile faint.

"So I've always been very grateful to him."

Jiang Mengxi stared intently into her eyes and said in a low voice, "I can tell from his attitude towards you that it's really different from how he treats others. He's probably fallen for you. You mustn't miss this opportunity."

She hopes that her best friend can be genuinely cared for and no longer be alone.

Song Zhiwei did not answer immediately.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the curtains rustling in the wind.

She gazed at the gray sky outside the window.

After a long, long silence, he finally spoke, his voice as soft as a sigh:

"I dare not think that far ahead."

All she hopes now is to do her job well and avoid making mistakes.

Even the slightest oversight would make her heart race and her palms sweat.

It's not that she's not afraid of failure, it's that she's afraid to fail again.

Jiang Mengxi felt extremely distressed, but seeing the calmness in her eyes, she didn't say anything more.

She wanted to hug her and ask her what was wrong.

But the words were on the tip of her tongue, and she swallowed them back.

Twenty minutes later, the food was served.

The aroma slowly drifted into the air, and the heat rose under the light, like a silent tenderness.

The two came out of the bedroom. Sheng Tingzhou had changed into a light gray pajamas and was standing by the dining table, putting chopsticks into the bowl.

Song Zhiwei was stunned for a moment: "You...did all of this?"

She knew he could cook.

But I've never seen him cook for her, let alone cook for her.

He nodded, his tone natural: "Yes, let's eat."

The three sat down, with Jiang Mengxi sitting opposite him. She felt a little uncomfortable and didn't dare to put her chopsticks down carelessly.

She gripped the end of the chopsticks with her fingertips, her grip tightening slightly, and even her breathing became softer.

Even though it was a friend's dinner table, she felt like an outsider who had stumbled into someone else's world.

Song Zhiwei proactively ladled a bowl of soup for her.

"Drink more, you need to take care of your health now."

The soup was a light chicken broth with a few goji berries floating on top.

The rising steam enveloped her gentle, warm eyes.

"Um……"

Jiang Mengxi sipped her drink slowly, but her eyes kept darting back and forth between the two of them.

She saw Sheng Tingzhou put a piece of green vegetable on Song Zhiwei's plate, and then Song Zhiwei bowed her head and softly thanked him.

She noticed the subtle silence between the two.

I didn't see anyone staring at anyone else, nor did I see anyone blush or have their heart race.

But that unspoken understanding—knowing where the other person is and what they're thinking without saying a word…

Like an elderly couple.

Oh no, I'm totally shipping this couple!

Seriously, they've gone so crazy they've lost their minds.

Song Zhiwei felt uncomfortable under Jiang Mengxi's darting gaze and quietly tugged at her sleeve.

"Don't stare like that, it's too obvious."

She was afraid that Sheng Tingzhou would misunderstand, that he would think she was having some private conversation with Mengxi.

"oh."

Jiang Mengxi immediately looked away, lowered her head to eat her rice, and put her face on a serious face.

But the tips of her ears still turned a little red.

After finishing the meal, she took the initiative to get up and clear the dishes.

The two of them cooked this meal together.

It's really unreasonable for her to just eat without lifting a finger.

Song Zhiwei was a little worried: "You're not fully recovered yet."

Jiang Mengxi waved her hand: "It's really nothing, don't worry about it."

She smiled, her eyes bright.

"Besides, I can't just eat and not work, like a parasite who eats and lives for free, can I?"

Song Zhiwei opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything more.

She knew that once Jiang Mengxi became stubborn, not even nine oxen could pull her back.

On the sofa, Sheng Tingzhou stared at her and asked, "When is your friend leaving?"

Song Zhiwei didn't hide it from him.

"She plans to stay here for a while."

She didn't specify how long it would take, nor did she mention Jiang Mengxi's situation.

There are some things she doesn't want to say, and doesn't dare to say.

Sheng Tingzhou frowned: "She doesn't have a home?"

“I have a home,” Song Zhiwei said vaguely, “I just want to spend time with you.”

"Do you think you're a child? Can't you live without someone?"

Sheng Tingzhou raised an eyebrow, his words carrying a teasing tone.

Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes.

"What's it to you?"

She rented the house; she paid the rent and also covered the utilities.

It's none of his business who decides who moves in.

Sheng Tingzhou kept his eyes fixed on her: "If she lives here, it won't be convenient for me."

Song Zhiwei forced a smile: "Then don't come."

She turned around, pretending to tidy up the dishes, not wanting him to see the trembling at the corner of her mouth.

Sheng Tingzhou raised an eyebrow: "You value friends more than your partner?"

Song Zhiwei: "..."

How can this person talk like that?

She frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure rising in her heart, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on whether she should retort.

"Now that you have friends, you've forgotten all the good things I've done for you?"

Song Zhiwei was stunned, never expecting him to say such a thing.

This sounds exactly like a lovers' rebuke.

But there is clearly no such relationship between them.

Perhaps because she had spent so much time with him, Song Zhiwei felt less tense and started teasing him on purpose.

"I will remember President Sheng's great kindness and virtue even in my dreams."

Mingming was so nervous during their first few meetings that she couldn't even speak properly.

Now I can so easily retort to him.

Sheng Tingzhou gave a soft hum, a short, sharp sound escaping from his nose.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small shadow under the light.

"If needed, I can help your friend find a new house."

Judging from this, it's obvious that there was a fight at home and he ran away.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but laugh: "President Sheng is being so enthusiastic today?"

The question was asked casually, but it contained a hint of probing.

She was actually quite curious about Sheng Tingzhou, who was always cold and aloof.

Why did you offer to help?

"It's not about helping her, it's about speaking up for you."

His gaze fell on her face, a smile playing on his lips.

Song Zhiwei looked up and met his smiling gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

My heart felt like it had been gently bumped, and then it started beating faster.