Chapter 95 Hesitation

The world seemed to suddenly fall silent, and the sounds of the outside world became distant and indistinct.

The burning sensation in my body began to subside little by little.

"You may experience dizziness and headaches tomorrow morning, possibly accompanied by nausea and fatigue. These are all normal phenomena, indicating that the medication is regulating your nervous system."

As Chen Yun packed up the syringes and medicine bottles and put them into a special storage box, she whispered instructions.

"Get some rest for a couple of days, eat light meals, and try not to stay up late. You'll recover."

As she spoke, her eyes inadvertently caught a faint red mark on the left side of Sheng Tingzhou's neck, like a scratch from a fingernail.

"You and this young lady...are you very close?"

This statement was not made out of curiosity, but out of shock.

She had served the Sheng family for many years, witnessed countless interactions between powerful and wealthy individuals, and knew that the eldest son of the Sheng family was always aloof and cold, rarely showing his emotions in front of others.

Not to mention personally staying by a woman's side, even tidying her clothes, feeding her water and medicine.

This unusual behavior made her wonder.

Sheng Tingzhou did not answer her question, his expression remaining indifferent.

He simply said, "Don't tell anyone about this."

"clear."

Chen Yun immediately bowed her head in response, picked up her medicine box, and quickly walked towards the door.

She knows her limits; she doesn't ask what she shouldn't ask, and she doesn't pass on what she shouldn't pass on.

Before closing the door, she took one last look at the drowsy girl on the bed and gently closed the door.

Silence returned to the room.

Sheng Tingzhou walked to the table and poured a glass of warm water.

He carried the cup back to the bedside, bent down, and asked softly, "Are you thirsty?"

"Um……"

Song Zhiwei felt completely weak, her eyelids so heavy she could barely open them.

He helped her sit up slowly, put one arm around her shoulder and back, and let her lean against his strong chest.

With his other hand, he steadily held the water glass and slowly brought the rim of the glass to her lips.

Seeing that she had taken a few sips before slightly withdrawing her glass, he asked in a low voice, "Who were you with tonight?"

"Qiao Yiqing and Huai Zhi Ge".

She didn't hide anything, nor did she have the energy to lie.

She knew that with his methods, finding these things wouldn't take him much effort at all.

It's better to be honest than to cover it up.

"Huai Zhi?"

Sheng Tingzhou was slightly taken aback, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The name made his heart inexplicably tighten.

That person appears easygoing and carefree, but in reality, he has extremely strong principles.

They especially avoid things like drugs and black market transactions like the plague, and would never willingly participate in them.

"Oh, right."

Suddenly remembering something, Song Zhiwei's voice carried a hint of anxiety.

"Brother Huai is still in the bathroom of the private room. He fainted when the drug took effect... I don't know if anyone has gone to look for him, or if something might have happened to him..."

Although he had just crawled back from the brink of death, he was still worried about his friend's safety.

After listening, Sheng Tingzhou remained silent for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Check the V8 private room on the third floor of the 'Night Fog' KTV in the west of the city. Send someone there immediately with a doctor. Someone has been poisoned and is unconscious."

After hanging up the phone, he returned to the bedside and squatted down to be at eye level with her.

"We've already arranged for someone to handle it, don't worry."

"Thank you."

Over this period of time, the two have become more familiar with each other, going from initial unfamiliarity and distance to now being able to exchange a few words casually.

But the way she looked just now...

She has absolutely no image to speak of.

She couldn't help but start to let her mind wander.

Will he think she's too open-minded?

Sheng Tingzhou leaned against the headboard, propping his head up with one hand, casually looking at her.

"Have you notified your uncle yet?"

Song Zhiwei shook her head subconsciously, her voice a little hoarse: "No."

She remembers being trembling all over at the time, not even seeing whose number she dialed, just hoping someone would come and rescue her.

Sheng Tingzhou's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint arc.

"You're so sensible. If you encounter any trouble in the future, will you think of me first?"

Song Zhiwei lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally nodded.

Indeed, he has saved her three times.

Sheng Tingzhou asked again, "Are you tired? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Song Zhiwei's eyelids are indeed very heavy.

She had barely blinked and hadn't even had a chance to respond when she heard him say, "I'll stay right here and watch over you."

She pursed her lips, her throat bobbed, but ultimately said nothing.

She simply pulled the blanket up slightly to cover half her face, then lay down on her side with her back to him.

The moment she turned around and closed her eyes, tears silently streamed down her face.

She didn't want him to see it, and she didn't dare to let him see it.

At that moment, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long burst forth.

She desperately reminded herself to stay calm and not act like a child no one cared about.

Kexin just couldn't control herself, and little by little she gravitated towards him.

——

Qiao Yiqing was given a sedative and lay limply on the bed.

She stared at the familiar figure at the door.

Does he really hate her that much?

After finishing his call, Zhou Yuze put his phone in his pocket, turned around and said, "It should be safe now, I'm leaving."

"Yu Ce, could you stay and keep me company for a while?"

Qiao Yiqing bit her lip so hard that it almost bled.

"I...I'm so scared, I really can't be alone."

"I'm sorry, I have other things to take care of."

Zhou Yuce frowned slightly.

"If you need help, I can help you contact your friends."

He maintained his usual demeanor.

But that tenderness no longer belonged to her.

"All right."

Qiao Yiqing closed her eyes briefly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a tear slid down, mixing into her wet hair.

She deliberately leaked Mo Huaizhi and Song Zhiwei's whereabouts, just to force Zhou Yuze to appear.

But reality slapped her hard in the face.

Not only did he not come, he also personally took her to the hospital and handed her over to the doctors.

At this moment, even the last trace of guilt was replaced by hatred.

She lay there, her heart no longer churning with regret, but with a twisted sense of pleasure.

She suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, waiting for them to rush into the private room and see Mo Huaizhi and Song Zhiwei together...

The lighting was dim, the atmosphere was ambiguous, and the two were behaving intimately.

Will Zhou Yuze eventually lose control?

In the middle of the night, Song Zhiwei woke up thirsty.

She turned over slightly in her dream, her throat feeling dry and tight.

She slowly opened her eyes, her vision still a little blurry.

What came into view was a man quietly lying by the bed under the dim yellow light of the room's night lamp.

She stared blankly at his profile; his nose was straight and his features were well-defined.

His face, which usually carried a cold and imposing air, softened as he slept soundly.

Her cheek pressed against her arm, leaving a faint red mark.

Her heart softened, but she quickly suppressed that fleeting feeling of excitement.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently pulled over the thin blanket draped beside her, covering his shoulders little by little.

Just then, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

Song Zhiwei gave a soft "hmm," her voice hoarse.

My mouth is a little dry.

"I'll get you a glass of water."

Sheng Tingzhou immediately stood up without the slightest hesitation.

She watched his retreating figure.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and an upright posture.

When he handed her the warm water, she took it, and her fingertips accidentally touched the back of his hand.

The sensation of that touch sent a slight shiver through her heart.