Chapter 70 Bringing Soup

She finally looked up and stared directly at the two of them.

These people always thought she was still the same soft, easily manipulated pushover she used to be.

But they don't know what those who have experienced betrayal and indifference have.

I've long since learned how to build walls with silence and protect my heart with indifference.

Jiang Yuexin was speechless. Did she not want to go?

Of course she wanted to get close to Sheng Tingzhou; she dreamed of it.

They secretly arranged to meet countless times, racking their brains to create "chance encounters," and even spending money to have someone arrange the route.

But I couldn't even get a single word out of them.

Every time she got close, Young Master Sheng's assistant would subtly distract her.

Zhou Yunhan's expression also changed: "You can still say such shameless things, there's really no one else like you."

She gritted her teeth, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.

Song Zhiwei gave her a cold look: "Why should I blush? I'm not afraid of what others say if I haven't done something."

Instead of wasting your energy arguing here, why not go and fawn over Sheng Tingzhou? Maybe one day he'll be in a good mood and give you a few words of gossip.

In her eyes, they were nothing more than staging a ridiculous farce.

After saying that, she shoved Jiang Yuexin, who was blocking her way.

He then walked out of the corridor without looking back.

Jiang Yuexin lost her balance and her arm slammed heavily against the wall, sending a dull pain through her.

She staggered a few steps before grabbing the wall for support, her face flushed red with shock and anger.

"Oh my! Yunhan, look at her, she's so arrogant!"

She pointed in the direction Song Zhiwei had left, her voice trembling.

Zhou Yunhan stared at the departing figure, wishing she could rush up and slap her a few times.

But……

She looked down at her hands.

A sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips.

That smile concealed calculation and ruthlessness.

This game has only just begun.

When Song Zhiwei returned to the hall, Qin Yunshu was looking for her everywhere.

She pushed through the crowd, her eyes anxiously scanning every corner, and finally spotted that familiar figure at the doorway.

"Zhiwei, come here for a moment."

She hurried forward, lowering her voice, her expression somewhat grave.

"What's wrong?"

She followed him to the corner, looking puzzled.

The dim light shone on her face, making her expression appear exceptionally serious.

She vaguely sensed that Qin Yunshu seemed to have something to say, and it was no small matter.

"What do you think of Chen Xing? I just asked around and heard that he's quite fond of you and is very serious about it."

Song Zhiwei was slightly taken aback, and the condescending attitude of that man during the blind date immediately came to mind.

He always spoke with his chin casually raised, his eyes conveying a condescending sense of scrutiny.

"Mom, there's no need to rush into blind dates. It's like we have to settle things today. Relationships can take time. It's all about getting along with each other."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yunshu's brows furrowed tightly, and her voice turned cold.

"Didn't we agree on this before? You even promised to meet a few suitable people. Why have you changed your mind now? Are you thinking about something you shouldn't be thinking about?"

Just now, she saw her daughter and Zhou Yuze walking side by side from afar.

Although the two were not far apart, their interaction was so natural that it was unsettling.

At that moment, her heart sank.

"Are you still thinking about your uncle? That's impossible, absolutely impossible! I'm telling you, it's never going to happen in this lifetime!"

Song Zhiwei froze.

It felt like a knife had been plunged into my chest, the sharp pain piercing my heart.

The dull pain wasn't intense, but it lingered, slowly spreading along the blood vessels to every part of the body.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes quickly reddening, tears welling up but stubbornly refusing to fall.

But Qin Yunshu never believed her words, never.

She wouldn't be foolish enough to jump into the fire, much less do something unethical that would harm herself or others.

But why is it that no one is willing to believe her?

Why is everyone looking at her with such scrutinizing eyes?

Looking at her daughter's pale face and slightly trembling body, Qin Yunshu finally realized that she had spoken too harshly.

Her heart softened, and she quickly softened her tone, reaching out to gently take Song Zhiwei's cold hand.

“Zhiwei, I’m doing this for your own good, do you understand? I don’t want you to follow in my footsteps.”

She paused, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

"Now that I've finally gained some status in this circle, those wealthy women outwardly fawn over me, but in reality, they look down on me as a divorced single mother. The people I can introduce to you are the best I've ever carefully selected—people with impeccable family backgrounds, excellent conditions, and a secure future."

"Just listen to your mother's advice. While you're young and still have choices, pick a suitable person and settle down. Isn't that good? Marriage is a major event in a woman's life. You can't be willful, and you can't delay it."

Qin Yunshu considered herself an experienced person who had learned from her mistakes and had woken up early.

When she was young, she became infatuated with Zhiwei's father.

That person is good-looking and knows how to say a few sweet words, but he's good for nothing else.

He has a bad temper, an unstable job, and after marriage, they argue every three days and have a big fight every five days.

The house was in complete chaos, and life was a mess.

Fortunately, she woke up early and withdrew from the divorce in time. She gritted her teeth and endured the most difficult years before gradually getting to where she is today.

Now she has a foothold in social circles, lives a respectable life, and her daughter has grown into a beautiful young woman.

She didn't want Song Zhiwei to repeat her mistakes.

She would rather her daughter marry an ordinary, down-to-earth man than have her fall in love with a man who is outwardly impressive but inwardly rotten.

Song Zhiwei pursed her lips, her eyes lowered slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palms.

She gritted her teeth, forcing the words out of her throat.

"I understand."

Anyway, it doesn't matter what she says, what she thinks, or what she cares about.

No one really cared about her feelings, and no one was willing to listen to her inner voice.

In this home, in Qin Yunshu's eyes, her existence was always like a superfluous shadow.

Only she truly married according to Qin Yunshu's wishes.

Only then will the other party feel at ease and believe that everything is under control.

Seeing that she lowered her head and obediently agreed, Qin Yunshu finally showed a satisfied smile.

She raised her hand and gently smoothed the stray hairs that had fallen across Song Zhiwei's forehead.

"You've been away for so long, Mom misses you so much."

"I'll make some of your favorite seaweed and pork bone soup in a couple of days and send it to you."

Song Zhiwei's fingers trembled suddenly, and a sharp pain shot through her heart.

She paused for a moment, her throat so dry she could barely speak.

Suddenly, a strong impulse surged into my mind.

She really wanted to raise her head, look Qin Yunshu straight in the eyes, and ask him a question.

Is it because Zhou Yunhan likes this soup?

She has been unable to stand the fishy smell of seaweed since she was a child, and feels nauseous whenever she gets close to it.

She was about to speak, but before she could utter a word...

Suddenly, Zhou Huaiqing called out from not far away, "Yun Shu, come here for a second."

"They're here."

Qin Yunshu withdrew her hand, her skirt hem fluttering slightly as she lifted the pleats and walked past her with a smile.

The simple dress brushed lightly against Song Zhiwei's arm, its touch cool.