Chapter 8 Heartbeat Disorder

"Okay, sure."

She responded softly, her eyes slightly warm.

After hanging up the phone, she gazed at the crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling.

The light refracted into tiny, scattered spots of light, like scattered stars.

Tears silently streamed down my face.

Stop running away.

This time, I'll try to stay.

When I get sick abroad, I can only stay alone in my rented room.

No one cooked her a bowl of hot soup, and no one would quietly ask her "Are you alright?" in the middle of the night.

But now, at least there are still people who remember her and rush back to touch her forehead.

Even if it's just a brief return home.

Even if it's freezing cold and snowy outside.

That person would appear by her side immediately.

Qin Yunshu arrived home quickly, still in her formal attire.

The wind and snow were heavy outside, and she carried a chilly aura; it felt cool to the touch when you approached.

She had just returned from an important business dinner.

Without even taking off her coat, she went straight to her daughter's room.

The warmth from the room was overwhelming, creating a stark contrast with the chill she felt.

She rubbed her hands together and gently placed them on Song Zhiwei's forehead.

She frowned slightly as she tested the temperature.

"Why didn't you say anything when it burned like this?"

The cool palm made Song Zhiwei move slightly in comfort, and she subconsciously rubbed her hand against it.

Qin Yunshu was taken aback, then laughed: "You were like this when you were little. Whenever you were uncomfortable, you would cling to me like a kitten, rubbing against me."

She withdrew her hand and gently stroked the strands of hair that had fallen across Song Zhiwei's forehead.

“You had a fever then, and you clung to my arm all night. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom; I had to hold you in my arms.”

Song Zhiwei doesn't actually remember much about her childhood.

But looking at the light in my mother's eyes, I suddenly wanted to believe again.

She remembers that when she was seven years old, her mother remarried and she was sent to a boarding school.

What I remember is that during every holiday, while other people's homes were brightly lit, she would sit alone in her empty dormitory reading.

What she remembers is the pain of repeatedly trying to get closer to someone as an adult, only to be pushed away by cold words.

But now, the tenderness in her mother's eyes was so real that she couldn't help but waver.

Perhaps this is how people who lack love are.

Even the slightest bit of warmth would make me want to rush over.

Even if it turns out to be fake and you get burned, you can't stop.

She said softly, "I've resigned."

Qin Yunshu's brows immediately relaxed.

"It's good that you quit. There are plenty of good law firms in Yancheng. Which one do you want to go to? Mom will help you put in a good word."

"No."

"This time, I want to try it myself."

Song Zhiwei sat up, her gaze calm.

She didn't want to rely on anyone anymore.

She wants to use her own name to forge her own path, step by step.

She is actually quite capable; she was admitted to Peking University back then.

After studying for less than a year, I decided to go abroad for further studies.

The year she took the college entrance exam, she ranked among the top three in the province, and countless prestigious universities vied to admit her.

But she deliberately didn't choose the easy path.

She yearns for a bigger world and more intense challenges.

So, while others were still adjusting to university life, she had already started preparing for the TOEFL and LSAT.

He attended Yale Law School abroad and later interned at several top law firms.

On a cold New Haven night, she ate a stale sandwich and read case law.

In her Manhattan office, she stayed up for three consecutive nights revising the complaint.

At the London office, she debated international arbitration clauses with her partners in fluent English.

She did cry during those years.

But after each breakdown, he gritted his teeth and got back up.

With this background, finding a good job back in China is not a problem at all.

Her resume would be enough to attract attention if placed on any HR's desk.

Even without connections, there are plenty of opportunities for people to come to you on their own.

Qin Yunshu said with a smile, "Alright, alright, if you have any difficulties, just tell Mom."

She verbally agreed, but secretly noted down the potential connections she could make.

Thinking that she could lend a helping hand whenever her daughter needed it.

When Grandma Zhou was still alive, she was always suppressed.

In her presence, Qin Yunshu was always an "outsider".

Even buying her daughter a piece of clothing gets her criticized for "spoiling the child."

She endured it for more than a decade, until her daughter became estranged and her family broke apart.

But now the old lady is gone.

Those who initially respected the Zhou family began to fawn over her.

She held a certain amount of influence in Yancheng.

The Zhou family's resources gradually began to gravitate towards her.

Relatives who had previously stood by indifferently began to show concern and care, and business friends were also willing to cooperate with her.

She was no longer the neglected daughter-in-law.

"Um."

Song Zhiwei responded with a flat tone.

She didn't press her mother about her connections, nor did she ask for any help.

I just quietly watched the heavy snow falling outside the window.

Qin Yunshu asked a few more questions, and noticing that her expression wasn't good, she didn't bother her any further and turned to leave the room.

I went downstairs and told the maid to prepare dinner.

When they reached the stairwell, they specifically gave instructions to the kitchen.

"Miss has a fever. Make some light porridge with some ginger slices, but don't make it too salty."

Song Zhiwei really couldn't hold on any longer, and her mind went blank as she fell asleep.

The high fever made her delirious.

She lay in bed, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

The warmth of her mother's hand still lingered on her forehead.

In her dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood.

A warm embrace held her tightly, and someone was softly humming a song in her ear.

Her lips twitched slightly, as if she were smiling.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.

The dim light shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

It was Zhou Yuze knocking on the door.

"Song Zhiwei, come down for dinner."

She slowly sat up and rubbed her temples.

She remembered having a fever and falling into a deep, hazy sleep for a long time.

I heard footsteps approaching from afar.

The door was gently pushed open a crack, and Zhou Yuze walked in.

He was wearing a dark gray knit sweater with the cuffs casually rolled up.

"Are you feeling better after a nap?"

He reached out and touched her forehead.

Song Zhiwei's breath hitched slightly, and she instinctively wanted to dodge.

Such a touch was too close for her, so close that it made her heart race.

But as soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped.

She ultimately did not hide.

She closed her eyes, letting him test her body temperature.

"It's not so hot anymore, the fever should have gone down."

Zhou Yuze withdrew his hand, his tone softening.

"I'll make you a cup of medicine after you finish eating."

"No need, I can do it myself."

She said in a low voice.

We can't rely on him for everything.

He already has someone he truly needs to care about.

The person he should treat gently was not her.

Zhou Yuce paused for a moment, gently rubbing his fingertips against his palm, as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he simply gave a faint "hmm".

He didn't try to persuade him further, nor did he insist on it any longer.

"By the way, Uncle."

As she slipped on the fluffy slippers beside her, she casually asked.

"When did you start dating? I've never heard you mention it before?"

Zhou Yuze was about to leave the room.

Hearing this, he paused in his steps.

"About two months ago. The Qiao family and our family have always had a good relationship. Mom likes her a lot, so it was decided."