Chapter 5 Desperate Situation

"Want some water? Hot water."

Zhou Yuce looked down at her.

She nodded slightly, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

"think."

She answered in a low voice.

I don't know if it's because I'm not used to the local environment.

It's because I was exposed to the cold wind at the airport last night.

She is extremely vulnerable right now, so vulnerable that even a simple question can bring tears to her eyes.

The moment I saw Zhou Yuce, a warm feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.

That feeling was wonderful.

It's like a small boat that has been adrift for a long time finally finding a harbor to dock in.

Zhou Yuze gently poured a glass of warm water.

The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

He helped her slowly sit up, supporting herself firmly on her back with one hand.

Then, he carefully brought the glass of water to her lips.

She tilted her head slightly and took a sip.

But his breath was the first thing I caught with my nose.

Outside the window, the snow continued to fall silently.

The wind lashed against the windows, making a low, howling sound.

Strangely enough, her heart gradually calmed down amidst the clamor of the wind and snow.

Not long after I finished drinking the water, the doorbell rang.

The doctor we called has arrived.

After he entered, he carefully checked her over and took her temperature with a thermometer.

"You definitely caught a chill; it's the easiest time to catch a cold right now. Why didn't you wear more clothes? Your health is your own responsibility; you can't be careless about it."

As the doctor spoke, he took out several packets of sealed medicine powder from his medicine box and handed them to Zhou Yuce.

"Young Master Zhou, take this medicine three times a day, two packets each time, dissolved in warm water. Take it for three consecutive days, and the fever should subside. Be careful not to catch a cold."

The medicine packets were neatly stacked together, with labels indicating the name of the medicine and its usage.

Zhou Yuce took the medicine.

"Thank you, I will be careful."

He watched the doctor put on his coat, leave, and close the door.

After confirming that the indoor temperature was comfortable, he turned around and went to the kitchen.

A little while later, he poured himself another glass of warm water.

Carefully pour the powder into the cup and stir gently until the powder is completely dissolved.

He carried the cup back to the bedside, squatted down, and handed the medicine to her.

"Don't wear so little clothing in the future. Aren't you cold wearing such thin clothes in the middle of winter?"

Song Zhiwei blinked and then playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Okay, Brother Yu Ce."

That smile was clean and bright, with a hint of coquettishness.

She added silently in her heart: Because the person I can't bear to part with is you.

But those words were never spoken aloud; they were quietly hidden in the softest corner of my heart.

Zhou Yuze stared at her for a moment, stunned by her appearance.

He shook his head, but couldn't help it; a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The smile was faint, yet exceptionally genuine.

In the afternoon, Aunt Chen knocked on the door and came in carrying a thermos.

They brought over a bowl of thick, white porridge, along with a small dish of pickled vegetables.

Song Zhiwei obediently finished her meal, feeling a warm sensation in her stomach.

I feel much more energetic now.

She leaned against the headboard, holding her laptop, her fingers slowly tapping on the keyboard, and finally pressed the "send" button.

It was a resignation email sent to the boss who was on the other side of the world.

The boss was a blue-eyed, blond foreign man named Mark, who had worked with Song Zhiwei for two years.

The two worked well together, communicated smoothly, and had a good relationship in private.

He was clearly surprised to receive the email and replied in less than ten minutes, his tone full of regret.

[Zhiwei, I was really sad to hear you're leaving. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? The company can adjust your work arrangements, or you can work remotely. Don't make a decision so easily.]

Song Zhiwei stared at the screen, her gaze slightly unfocused.

The snow was still falling outside the window, making the room feel quiet.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then slowly typed a line of text on the keyboard.

"No need, there are people here I can't bear to leave."

The message had just been sent out not long ago.

The other party replied with just one sentence, but it carried a sincere blessing.

【I wish you all the best! Take care, Zhiwei.】

She gently closed the laptop.

The metal casing made a soft "clinking" sound.

The room fell silent instantly.

She curled up at the head of the bed, hugging a corner of the pillow.

I picked up my phone, unlocked the screen, and opened WeChat.

The chat list scrolled silently.

Her gaze, however, lingered on the familiar name at the very top.

Her best friend Jiang Mengxi heard from somewhere that she was back.

Messages kept popping up.

[Miss Song, you returned to China without a word? Have you completely forgotten about your "best friend ever"?]

Song Zhiwei looked at her phone screen and couldn't help but laugh.

[How could I dare? My return was too sudden; it's for a funeral. Besides, I've had a fever since this morning, and my head is spinning. I can barely brush my teeth, let alone send a message.]

She had just sent the message when her phone immediately vibrated.

Jiang Mengxi replied almost instantly:

[You turned into a little furnace the moment you landed? Could you have caught some foreign mutated virus? Is it swine flu? Or some alien pathogen?]

Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes.

[With such a sharp tongue, nobody dares to talk back, huh? Watch out, one day a crow might snatch your tongue from your mouth.]

I originally thought I would receive a rebuttal.

The next second, Jiang Mengxi's tone suddenly changed.

【Oh dear, you're sick! How high is your fever? Have you seen a doctor? Don't try to tough it out, I'm coming over right now! I'll bring you fever reducers and porridge!】

Song Zhiwei felt a warmth in her heart, and the corners of her eyes curved slightly.

"It's nothing serious, just a common cold. I guess it was from being in the air conditioning on the plane too much. I've already taken some medicine, and my fever has gone down. I'll feel better in a couple of days. I'll treat you to a meal to make it up to you; you can choose whatever you want."

Okay, it's a deal. Don't stand me up again, or I'll put a missing person ad in the newspaper.

Song Zhiwei smiled gently and put her phone aside.

The room was very quiet.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the edge of the bed.

She leaned against the headboard, her head still a little dizzy.

But she knew she couldn't stay lying down forever.

Now that we've decided to stay in Yancheng, there are some things that need to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

She sat up, opened her laptop, thought about it for a moment, and then casually picked four or five well-known and reputable law firms in Yancheng and submitted her resume to them one by one.

The resume was prepared well in advance, with both English and Chinese versions.

Educational background, internship experience, and awards are all clearly listed.

She uploaded the file while silently reciting it.

There must be a response; at least one company must be willing to conduct an interview.

Since I've decided to stay, the most urgent thing is to get the job sorted out first.

Without a stable income, relying solely on his uncle's financial support is not a long-term solution.

Moreover, she didn't want anyone to think she had come back because she had nowhere else to turn.

After finishing all that, she let out a long sigh, her eyes feeling a little sore.

I was just about to turn off my computer and take a nap when I suddenly heard voices coming from downstairs.

The voice wasn't loud, but you could tell it was a woman's.

Song Zhiwei was stunned for a moment.

She remembered that her uncle had said in the morning that he was going on a business trip today, but he didn't say what time he would be back.

She didn't pay much attention, assuming it was just a maid or relative visiting, and lay back down.

But not long after he closed his eyes, there was a light knock on the door twice.

"Come in."

She responded with a slightly hoarse voice.

The door was pushed open, making a slight creaking sound.

Song Zhiwei opened her eyes and looked up.

A stylishly dressed woman walked in.