Chapter 52 Contempt

But something is missing—.

For example, being attracted to someone, or even just having the slightest urge to get to know them better.

"Mr. He is alright."

"A policeman shouldn't be too bad."

Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly.

He walked towards her step by step.

As Song Zhiwei watched his tall figure gradually envelop her, a strange tightness gripped her heart.

She instinctively stepped back, staggering until her back slammed against the cold edge of the table.

Her breathing was slightly labored, her throat was dry, and her voice trembled slightly.

"President Sheng, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a deep voice rang in my ears.

"And what about me?"

The sound slid in close to my ear, carrying a warm breath.

"Wh...what?"

Song Zhiwei could barely form complete sentences.

She kept her head down, her gaze fixed on the cuffs of his dark suit trousers, not daring to look up at him.

The feeling of being strongly oppressed was too obvious.

Sheng Tingzhou took a step forward, the tip of his shoe lightly touching the tip of her shoe.

His eyes were deep, staring intently at her face.

What do you think of me as a person?

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei's mind went blank, and her heart pounded as if it were about to explode.

Blood rushed to my head, and my cheeks burned.

She never imagined that Sheng Tingzhou would ask such a question.

who is he?

The head of the Sheng Group controls hundreds of millions of assets and frequents the company of powerful and influential people.

She was just an ordinary white-collar worker in the city, not even qualified to work for his company.

How could he ask such a question?

It was almost like a joke, yet so serious that it was impossible to laugh.

She stood there, stunned, speechless for a long time, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes darting around in a panic.

When Sheng Tingzhou saw that she didn't answer, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

He suddenly raised his hand and gently brushed aside a strand of long hair that had fallen beside her ear with his slender fingers.

Finally, his fingers stopped at the back of her head and gently clasped her hands.

Song Zhiwei froze, her pupils contracted, and she even forgot to breathe.

She tried to break free, but found that her body was frozen in place.

Her lips moved, her throat was dry, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"President Sheng... is doing well."

"How about we go on a blind date?"

"ah?"

Song Zhiwei's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils dilated, and her face was filled with shock.

How could someone of Sheng Tingzhou's status possibly bring up such a thing with her?

If he wanted to get married, countless young ladies from prestigious families would be lining up to wait, and a marriage alliance with his family would be readily available.

She barely even qualified to stand beside him, so how could he possibly consider her seriously?

"You're not willing?"

His eyes darkened, his gaze locked onto her, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

Song Zhiwei braced her hands on the edge of the table, her fingertips turning slightly white.

She forced a smile, her voice hoarse: "President Sheng, you... please don't joke with me."

Sheng Tingzhou gave a soft hum, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

He leaned forward, his black suit jacket opening slightly with the movement.

His lips almost touched her forehead, his warm breath brushing against the fine strands of hair on her forehead.

"You think I'm joking?"

The two were standing too close.

She was so close that she could see the shadow cast by his eyelashes and smell the faint scent of cedar perfume on him.

Her heart was racing uncontrollably.

Song Zhiwei bit her lower lip, leaving a faint red mark on her lips from her teeth.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding his almost scrutinizing gaze.

"Mr. Sheng, if you really want to find a partner, there are so many rich young ladies in the circle who come from good families, are highly educated, and have outstanding looks. They would definitely be vying for your attention. Someone like me... I won't get involved."

She didn't want to cause herself any trouble.

If I rashly agree to anything now, I might be transferred to another position tomorrow, or even lose my job.

She needs this job; it's more important than anything else.

After listening, Sheng Tingzhou slowly straightened up and took a step back.

He looked down at her and uttered only two words: "It's meaningless."

Song Zhiwei felt uneasy and didn't dare to breathe.

"Keep looking."

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around.

The door slammed shut with a click.

She finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief and stood leaning against the edge of the table for a while.

I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my heart pounding wildly. It took me a while to finally catch my breath.

Then, she lowered her head again and continued flipping through the documents on the table.

After get off work, my phone rang abruptly; it was Xie Lingling calling.

"Zhiwei, how did your blind date go today?"

Xie Lingling's voice came through the receiver.

With her bag on her back, Song Zhiwei walked step by step toward the bus stop, feeling the cool evening breeze.

She shrugged and replied casually, "It's alright, nothing special."

"That's great!"

Xie Lingling sounded visibly relieved.

"Have you exchanged contact information? Have you arranged a time to meet again?"

"add."

She answered softly, and a gust of cold wind blew by, carrying a few withered leaves past her feet.

She unconsciously shrank her neck and quickly pulled up the hood of her down jacket to cover her ears.

Xie Lingling then went on and on about a bunch of things to be careful about.

They talked on and on for several minutes before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

The moment the phone was closed and the screen went dark.

A low-profile black sedan slowly pulled up in front of her.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Zhou Zhiwei's face.

He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater with a black overcoat, his eyes and brows were gentle, and there was a smile on his lips.

"Zhiwei, are we waiting for the bus?"

She was startled, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

She nodded reluctantly, her voice a little dry: "Mmm."

"Get in the car, I'll give you a ride since it's on my way."

He spoke gently, and as if afraid she would refuse, he added another sentence.

"It's on my way."

Song Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the empty bus stop and the darkening sky in the distance.

I finally opened the car door and got in.

A warm breeze blew in, and the temperature inside the car was just right.

The chill in my body immediately subsided by more than half.

She exhaled softly, looking at the thin layer of fog that had formed on the car window.

What do you want to eat tonight?

Zhou Zhiwei gripped the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at her from the side.

"Anything is fine."

She didn't really have an appetite; her mind was still preoccupied with the conversation from earlier that day.

Zhou Zhiwei seemed to notice her exhaustion and didn't ask any more questions.

Finally, we chose a quiet Western restaurant and led her inside.

The restaurant was dimly lit, and the background music was a gentle piano piece.

After ordering, he handed the menu to the waiter.

After the other person had walked away, he slowly asked, his voice very low.

How's work going lately? How's the adjustment going?

Song Zhiwei lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the napkin.

"fine."

Zhou Zhiwei's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

After a moment, he responded softly, "Okay, if anything happens, just let me know and I'll go tell Tingzhou."

"No."

Song Zhiwei immediately shook her head, her tone resolute.

But my heart suddenly clenched.

She instinctively avoided his gaze.

The words Sheng Tingzhou had said involuntarily came to mind.

She is now particularly afraid of hearing Sheng Tingzhou's name.

Seeing her cold and distant manner, Zhou Zhiwei unconsciously frowned.

He originally wanted to ask a few more questions.

But the words, once on the tip of his tongue, could only turn into a silent sigh.