Chapter 121 The Final Warning

"Thank you, doctor."

Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves finally relaxing a little.

Liang Yuwei nodded, then suddenly added, "By the way, let's add each other on WeChat. If you need anything in the future, you can just contact me directly."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and opened the QR code interface.

Song Zhiwei was taken aback.

Immediately realizing what was happening, he also took out his phone and scanned the QR code.

The two added each other as friends, said nothing more, and walked out of the clinic one after the other.

After dropping Jiang Mengxi off at home.

Once she confirmed that she had safely entered the door, Song Zhiwei immediately turned the car around, turned on the navigation, and entered the address that Zhou Yuze had just sent her.

The car slowly drove into the night, with streetlights flashing past on both sides of the car window.

She stared ahead, her fingers tapping the steering wheel unconsciously.

A high-end club in Yancheng.

The magnificent golden gate stood tall in the night.

Security personnel stood solemnly on either side of the entrance, each holding a walkie-talkie.

There was a constant flow of traffic outside the clubhouse.

Luxury cars slowly drove into the underground parking lot.

She parked her car and sent a message: [Uncle, I've arrived. Which floor are you on?]

The night wind was a bit biting, and she unconsciously hugged her arms.

The message was replied to instantly: 【Wait in the lobby, I'll come down to get you.】

Looking at that sentence, she felt a strange sense of relief, yet also a vague sense of tension.

The crystal chandelier in the hall reflected a soft, shimmering light onto her.

She placed her hands together in front of her.

The elevator opened with a "ding".

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned in that direction, but quickly looked away.

The metal door slid open slowly to both sides, revealing a straight figure.

Zhou Yuce was wearing a well-tailored black suit.

His suit was a custom-made Italian style, with crisp shoulders and a perfectly tailored waist.

The tie was made of dark gray silk with a very fine, subtle pattern printed on it.

With the crystal chandelier shining overhead, even women passing by couldn't help but take a second look at his face.

His skin tone was cool, with a touch of white, but he did not look sick at all.

As a woman in a champagne-colored long dress walked by, she paused slightly and turned back to look at him again.

"Zhiwei".

He walked over, his eyes landing on her face.

Her hair was a little messy from the cold wind.

He subconsciously raised his hand and gently smoothed it down.

Long, slender fingers ran through the stray hairs beside her ear, the fingertips brushing against her earlobe unintentionally.

The warm touch sent a shiver down her spine.

He tidied up the few strands of messy hair in just three seconds before slowly withdrawing his hand.

Her body stiffened.

The perfume he wore had a cool and sophisticated scent.

As soon as it entered her nose, she unconsciously shrank her neck.

The smell wasn't strong, but it was extremely aggressive.

The top notes are the cool, crisp scent of cedar, while the middle notes carry a hint of damp, earthy fragrance reminiscent of a forest after the rain.

It silently wrapped around her, seeped into her breath, and made her think of a similar night from many years ago.

It's the same scent, and I'm standing in front of this person, my heart in turmoil.

He was ready, and calmly raised his arm, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Hold my arm."

Song Zhiwei was a little confused.

She didn't understand why he wanted her to hold his arm.

Zhou Yuze said gently, "I have a dinner party tonight and need to bring a female companion. I can only ask you for help."

He needed a female companion, and the first person he thought of was her.

"Isn't Qiao Yiqing suitable?"

She bit her lower lip, immediately realizing her lapse in composure, but didn't want to take back what she had said.

Qiao Yiqing was his former fiancée and the woman he had been closest to in recent years.

Last time, he even put his company project on hold for her sake. Shouldn't they make up now?

That project is the Zhou Group's most important strategic move this year, involving hundreds of millions of yuan.

But that day he received a call from her saying that something had happened to her abroad.

He left in a hurry before the meeting was even over.

Everyone was shocked, including her.

At that time, she thought that his feelings for Qiao Yiqing had faded, even...

I've remembered her again.

Zhou Yuze frowned slightly: "We broke up a long time ago and haven't been in contact since."

She was taken aback; she hadn't expected this answer.

They broke up for good?

when?

Why?

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Regardless of the past, she has to cooperate with him now.

Her hand gently rested on his forearm, her palm against his warm body.

The two walked into the venue side by side.

Zhou Yuze walked half a step ahead, blocking the flow of people for her.

Lights shone from all directions, falling on them.

The place is small and the lighting is dim.

Men in suits and ladies adorned with jewels are slowly twirling in the dance floor to the music.

The crystal chandelier was dimmed by 70%, leaving only a few soft beams of light shining on the center of the dance floor.

The music is a deep cello concerto.

The air was filled with the aroma of champagne and roses, along with a faint scent of cigar smoke.

Someone spotted Zhou Yuze and walked over with a wine glass in hand: "Yuze!"

He was a middle-aged man with a slightly balding head, and his smile was warm but had a hint of ingratiation.

He was wearing a dark blue tuxedo with a gold brooch on his chest and a glass of amber whiskey in his hand.

His gaze swept over Song Zhiwei's face, and he smiled and complimented, "Your girlfriend is really beautiful."

Song Zhiwei opened her mouth to say "no," but Zhou Yuze had already nodded and thanked her.

The words stuck in her throat; she didn't know whether she should say them or not.

In the end, she simply lowered her head, concealing the disappointment in her eyes.

Zhou Yuce exchanged a few more pleasantries before leading her away.

Once they were out of sight, he said softly, "I'm sorry, Zhiwei. That man is a business acquaintance who always likes to show off that he has a 'female companion.' I didn't explain because I didn't want to cause trouble."

He knew what she was thinking, but he couldn't clarify it in public in that situation.

She nodded but didn't reply.

She understood his situation and the rules of this circle.

Too many words cannot be spoken; too many things must be pretended not to be seen.

She has a special status and a small social circle.

In recent years, she has been living abroad, so it's not surprising that no one knows about her past relationship with Zhou Yuze.

Just then, Mo Huaizhi walked over.

He stood in front of the two of them, his gaze first falling on Zhou Yuze's face, and softly called out, "Yuze."

Zhou Yuze nodded indifferently, without any extra expression or response, only slightly raising his eyes.

Mo Huaizhi's gaze slowly fell on Song Zhiwei, his eyes pausing for a moment.

After a moment, he called out softly, "Zhiwei."

Upon hearing the sound, she immediately forced a smile.

"Brother Huai".

No matter how chaotic your mind is, you have to keep a straight face.

At the very least, she couldn't be impolite, and she couldn't let anyone see her vulnerability.

He stared at their clasped hands, his gaze lingering on them for a long time.

He suddenly remembered something Qiao Yiqing had casually mentioned a few days ago.

"Zhou Yuze, are you really in love?"

Three people, three relationships, entangled and complicated.

He wanted to speak with Song Zhiwei alone for a bit.

But before he could even speak, Sheng Tingzhou's warning flashed through his mind.

"Don't interfere. This is your final warning."

His throat tightened, and the words he was about to say were instantly stuck in his throat.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.

Forget it, this is none of his business.

He was no longer the person closest to her.

He made up an excuse on the spot and turned to leave, his back view looking somewhat hurried.