Chapter 116 The Last Sentiments

He then turned around and strode towards the office building.

She had just finished her case in the afternoon and was about to take a sip of water when her phone suddenly rang.

Zhou Huaiqing's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhiwei".

Upon hearing that sound, her breath caught in her throat.

"uncle."

She finally whispered something.

Zhou Huaiqing spoke in a calm tone.

“Your mother has been hospitalized for several days and keeps calling your name, saying she wants to see you. Please come and visit her when you have some free time.”

Her heart ached, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palm.

Hsieh Ling-ling?

She didn't want to see him.

That slap last time had completely torn apart the last remaining bond between mother and daughter.

"I'm sorry, Uncle, I've been busy with cases lately and really can't get away."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft sigh.

"Are you still angry about that day? It was my fault for not managing Yunhan well, it's not your mother's fault."

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around her phone.

He spoke of it casually, but she couldn't forget it.

I can't forget kneeling in the hospital corridor, watching Xie Lingling hug Zhou Yunhan and cry.

But he was pointed at and cursed for "causing the death of his own parents and not knowing how to repent."

Zhou Huaiqing continued.

“I’ve never asked you for anything, but your mother is lying in a hospital bed now. The doctors say she doesn’t have much longer to go. All she talks about is you. If you don’t come soon, you might not even get to see her one last time.”

“Even if you don’t care about your mother, you should at least consider the reputation of the Zhou family. Otherwise, people will say that the Zhou family raised a daughter with great care, but she turned out to be an ingrate who doesn’t even care about her own mother when she is seriously ill.”

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"I've sent you the address on WeChat. Yunsheng will pick you up tonight. You have to come."

Zhou Huaiqing's tone left no room for negotiation.

"Don't make me say it a second time. Your mother can't wait, and I'm too lazy to wait either."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Song Zhiwei stared blankly at the black screen, her chest aching with a tightness.

The hatred towards Xie Lingling is real.

She will always remember that rainy night when Xie Lingling hugged Zhou Huaiqing's leg and cried, saying that she had been "framed" by her.

She was then forced to kneel in front of the ancestral hall for an entire night as punishment.

She was only twelve years old at the time.

But the unspeakable pain in my heart is also real.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky had completely darkened.

Zhou Yunsheng's car arrived downstairs on time.

Song Zhiwei walked downstairs and saw the man leaning against the car from afar.

He had one hand in his pocket and a cigarette between his fingers, his posture nonchalant.

She harbored an inescapable shadow over Zhou Yunsheng.

When she was a child, she witnessed him kicking a stray dog ​​to death.

He was disturbed because the dog barked once.

He looked at her then, a smile on his lips, and said...

"Would you like to try it too?"

From then on, she couldn't help but tense up whenever she saw him.

Zhou Yunsheng scanned her from head to toe, a smile that made you want to punch him.

"Get in the car."

"Tell me the address, and I'll take a taxi there myself."

She instinctively took half a step back.

Zhou Yunsheng raised an eyebrow, his tone light and airy.

"What? Are you afraid of me? Do you think I would do anything to you? Or are you hiding something?"

She took two more steps back, her fingers gripping the bag strap tightly.

"I have something to do, let's talk another day."

Before he could finish speaking, he wanted to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, his wrist was grabbed.

Zhou Yunsheng leaned closer, his breath carrying the smell of smoke onto her neck.

"Why are you running? My dad gave the order; you have to come with me."

He simply opened the back door and roughly shoved her into the car.

My head hit the back of the chair, and a dull pain spread through me.

Just as Song Zhiwei was about to sit up, Zhou Yunsheng had already sat down.

"Are you crazy?"

She stared at him, her voice trembling.

"Why are you treating me like this? I am not a slave of your Zhou family!"

Zhou Yunsheng chuckled and turned to look at her.

"Why would I bother picking you up? If it weren't for my dad's orders, I wouldn't even bother calling you by your name."

"I said, I'll go by myself!"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with anger.

Zhou Yunsheng chuckled softly and looked up at her.

Song Zhiwei is very beautiful.

Especially those eyes, so clear and innocent, even when they were angry.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her face.

"You've gotten more and more alluring these past few years. Have you slept with your uncle yet?"

A chill ran down her spine and spread rapidly to her limbs and bones, and she jerked back.

"Zhou Yunsheng! Are you even human? How could you say such a thing?"

He chuckled coldly, his tone full of mockery.

"What are you pretending to be innocent for? When you were little, you always sneaked into your uncle's room and wouldn't leave until the middle of the night. Did nothing happen to you?"

"To survive in the Zhou family, you've been learning to seduce men since you were little. You smile at everyone you meet, pretending to be well-behaved and sensible, but who knows what you're really up to behind the scenes?"

"I feel nauseous just looking at a woman like you."

"Smack!"

A crisp slap echoed throughout the carriage.

“Zhou Yuze is your uncle! He is your father’s younger brother! If this gets out, aren’t you afraid of being punished by family law? Aren’t you afraid of being expelled from the Zhou family by the ancestral precepts?”

Zhou Yunsheng was knocked to the side by the blow, and a red mark quickly appeared on his cheek.

A moment later, he turned back and forced her into her seat.

"You dare hit me? Huh? Song Zhiwei, when did you become so arrogant?"

Song Zhiwei was both afraid and angry, her heart pounding like a drum.

She raised her leg and kicked him hard with all her might.

"Get away from me! You bastard! Who gave you permission to touch me?"

Instead of dodging, he moved closer and gripped her wrist tightly with his arm.

"Did I hit a nerve? Why are you so flustered?"

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid I'll tell you? Or are you afraid that you yourself remember how you stayed in his bed late at night and wouldn't leave?"

She struggled but couldn't break free; her arms ached from his grip.

She could only tilt her head back and stare at him intently.

"Is your brain filled with filth? My relationship with my uncle is completely innocent; we've never crossed any lines! How did you come up with this as a dirty deal? Do you have any evidence? Did you see it with your own eyes? What gives you the right to slander me like this!"

"What kind of person am I? What kind of person am I exactly?"

She practically yelled it out.

"Tell me! Tell me who I am! A whore? A slut? Or an ingrate raised by the Zhou family? Tell me, Zhou Yunsheng!"

Zhou Yunsheng's lips curled into a smile, a twisted gleam of pleasure flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing her neck.

Her skin was delicate and warm, with a captivating touch.

It actually made him feel a strange sense of attachment.

Song Zhiwei shuddered, goosebumps instantly erupting on her skin.

She suddenly raised her knee and, with all her might, rammed it into his most sensitive spot.

Zhou Yunsheng let out a muffled groan, his face turning deathly pale.

He gasped in pain, released her, and curled up, taking two steps back.

Song Zhiwei pushed him away and staggered to a corner of the carriage.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell on you when we see Uncle Zhou later?"

Zhou Huaiqing values ​​family traditions above all else and detests incestuous slander the most; he will never let such accusations go unpunished.

Zhou Yunsheng stared at her with a sticky look in his eyes.

His gaze swept over her face, her neck, and her wrists.