Chapter 40 Sensitive (Second Update) She was protecting that man...

What kind of relationship would lead to chatting for five minutes after seeing someone off late at night?

Liang Huaixu lit a cigarette, his arm, clad in a black shirt, dangling out the window. Under the dim streetlights, smoke drifted from his fingertips, blurring the car window and his face.

Seeing that something was wrong, Master Peng didn't dare to disturb them.

Liang Huaixu thought for a long time, until the cigarette ash burned his hand. He was momentarily dazed and said, "Let's go home."

When Zhuang Fuyao came out of the shower, she bumped into him coming upstairs. "You're back!"

Liang Huaixu responded with an inscrutable expression.

"Did you go out for a business dinner today?" Zhuang Fuyao leaned closer and noticed a faint smell of smoke.

"I played golf with Mr. Xiao and the others for a while."

"Oh, oh." Zhuang Fuyao nodded and then took another sniff.

Hmm, it doesn't smell of perfume.

She smiled and said, "Then you should take a shower and get some rest. I'm going back to my room too."

“I noticed you didn’t drive out today.”

As she was about to turn around, Liang Huaixu casually remarked, "If you didn't have a car, why didn't you call me to pick you up?"

"There's no need. It's too much trouble for you to come all this way."

Zhuang Fuyao knew that Liang Huaixu was usually quite busy, and she could handle such a small matter herself.

"So what did you reply?"

"I took a taxi back," Zhuang Fuyao replied instantly, adding, "Taking a taxi is quite convenient now."

“Next time, I can have Mr. Peng pick you up,” Liang Huaixu said. “I’ll send you Mr. Peng’s contact information later. It’s just part of a driver’s job, so you don’t need to find it troublesome.”

"OK."

After they finished talking, Zhuang Fuyao waved to him, "It's getting late, I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to sleep now."

"Hmm." He nodded calmly.

Once her door closed, Liang Huaixu's eyes darkened without any attempt to conceal it, and he gave a mocking laugh.

He had no idea that ride-hailing platforms had evolved to the point where they could pick you up in luxury cars with handsome men, and even chat for a few minutes after you got out of the car…

She is lying.

Liang Huaixu closed his eyes in restraint.

Previously, when Zhuang Fuyao was misunderstood by him as having a relationship with Qin Zhenglin, she acted like a little leopard baring its teeth and claws, deliberately going along with his words and using Qin Zhenglin to provoke him.

But this time is different.

She had no intention of provoking him, and even concealed the fact that he had brought her back.

In some cases, concealment is also a form of protection.

She was protecting that man...

Thinking about this, he became uncontrollably agitated. He pursed his lips, and after taking a shower, he sat on the bed, becoming more and more agitated. In the end, he fell asleep with the help of sleeping pills.

The next morning, before going to work, Liang Huaixu went to see Dr. Guo.

"Mr. Liang, would you mind telling me what's been going on lately?" Dr. Guo asked gently after completing a set of healing treatments for Mr. Liang.

Liang Huaixu's voice was slightly hoarse, "Her choice may not be me."

Dr. Guo was somewhat surprised. "You mean, Miss Zhuang may have found a new relationship?"

Liang Huaixu nodded, then shook his head. "It's still just a guess."

But from the moment she lied, it was destined that she would treat that person differently.

He even wondered if her recent busy schedule might not be for work, but rather for dating.

This also explains her recent coldness. Before, she would subconsciously get close to him, lie on his lap when she was tired after playing games, and didn't mind sleeping in the same bed with him even if there were mosquitoes in the room.

Now all I get are "I'm a little sleepy," "No, thank you," and "You should get some rest."

Dr. Guo was silent for a moment; he was actually quite shocked as well.

He knew Mr. Liang's identity. Even if he disregarded the fact that Mr. Liang was the heir to a top-tier wealthy family and the president of a multinational corporation, his knowledge, experience, speech, and even appearance made him an exceptional individual, one in a million.

Previously, he only knew that Mr. Liang had mild depression and post-traumatic stress disorder.

It wasn't until recently that he realized Mr. Liang's depression was due to his separation from his lover, a fact that Mr. Liang himself hadn't even realized.

A mental illness requires a mental cure. The best treatment is Miss Zhuang.

However, while Dr. Guo is professional at counseling people's emotions, he really lacks talent when it comes to helping clients pursue someone.

For this reason, he specifically consulted his closest female friend and eventually forwarded several links to Mr. Liang.

These are the purchase links for "A Scientific Guide to Finding a Partner," "How to Pursue the Girl You Love," and "Don't Try to Guess What Women Are Thinking."

Dr. Guo: [Mr. Liang, these might be helpful to you.]

When Liang Huaixu received the message, he was in the conference room listening to the finance director give a performance report.

The other executives were all intently watching what was ahead.

Liang Huaixu stared at his phone, deep in thought.

He felt that Dr. Guo's actions were going to great lengths.

He didn't believe that reading these books would change anything. Ultimately, it was because he lacked a youthful spirit. He was too dull to constantly satisfy Zhuang Fuyao's need for novelty.

Liang Huaixu turned off his phone screen and continued the meeting.

...but I had something on my mind, so it was inevitable that I was absent-minded.

Two minutes later, he still clicked on the purchase link.

Liang Huaixu: [Okay, thank you.]

Dr. Guo: [[clenched fist][grinning] By the way, if you have Ms. Zhuang's Weibo account, you can also check it out.]

Liang Huaixu: [Why do I say this?]

Dr. Guo: [I've heard that many girls don't post on WeChat Moments much anymore, but they do post on Weibo, sometimes sharing their personal experiences and thoughts.]

……

After the meeting, back in his office, Liang Huaixu called Liang Chaoluo.

When Liang Chaoluo received a call from his father on a weekday, he thought something terrible had happened and asked in a very serious tone, "Dad, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Liang Huaixu lightly tapped the table with his fingertips. "Do you know your mother's Weibo account?"

Liang Chaoluo was taken aback. "Why do you need her Weibo account?"

Liang Huaixu said coldly, "If you channeled your curiosity into your work, you wouldn't be in this state now."

What do you mean by "it shouldn't be like this"?

If you're just asking for information, why are you resorting to personal attacks?

Just as Liang Chaoluo was about to retort, he heard Lao Liang say, "I'll give you a two-day weekend this month."

"Okay, boss!"

When office workers are overworked, Liang Chaoluo gets excited at the mention of a two-day weekend, thinking that being scolded once in exchange for a month of two-day weekends is a very worthwhile deal.

"I'll send it to you right away!!"

After getting Zhuang Fuyao's Weibo account, Liang Huaixu registered a Weibo account and then browsed through her account.

She does enjoy posting on Weibo. But it's mostly just daily updates, without much of her inner thoughts or feelings.

After looking at it several times, he turned off his phone and continued working.

-

I'm going to visit you at Boya Bay today.

Upon receiving a last-minute message from Ms. Ji, Zhuang Fuyao realized she wouldn't have time for rehearsal that evening and hurriedly rushed home to pack her things.

Just as I finished putting away those overly sexy clothes, Ms. Ji came over.

Ji Lan came over and, seeing the state of the room, couldn't help but grumble, "Look at this, it's such a mess again! And this is someone else's house, what kind of behavior is this!"

"This isn't just anyone, is it?" Zhuang Fuyao muttered to herself, thinking that Liang Huaixu had seen all kinds of people in her life, so why would she need to put on such a burden?

"Why not someone else?" Ji Lan glanced at her. "They're already divorced, so what else could it be but someone else?"

Zhuang Fuyao pouted, "Okay, okay, it's someone else."

Ji Lan glanced at her.

Despite her grumbling, she still helped her daughter tidy up the house, asking, "When are you planning to move out? It's not good to keep living here."

"It's alright. After all, it's convenient here, the environment is nice, and the food suits my taste."

“These things can be solved with money. I’m already helping you find a place to live. Once I find a suitable one, you can move out.”

Seeing that her daughter didn't respond, Ji Lan raised her voice a little, "Did you hear me?"

"Oh!" Zhuang Fuyao responded reluctantly.

She discovered that Ms. Ji really didn't want her to get back together with Liang Huaixu, and was even secretly guarding against it.

While he claimed to be visiting her, there was probably also an element of him checking up on her.

Zhuang Fuyao was long past the age of arguing with her family, and was used to going along with her parents' nice words to get by.

Her relationship with Liang Huaixu is still far from settled, so there's no need to argue with Ms. Ji about it beforehand.

Shortly after, a black sedan drove into the garage.

Upon receiving Aunt Yuan's message, Liang Huaixu immediately rushed back from the company.

Zhuang Fuyao's room door was open, and he could hear the mother and daughter talking as soon as he got to the third floor.

Do you still want these things?

"I want them all!"

"I've never seen you use it; it's all covered in dust. You might as well donate it or give it to someone else."

"That won't do." Zhuang Fuyao said with a touch of arrogance, "I'm a bit of a germaphobe. Even if I don't need something anymore, I don't want others to use it... Besides, I might still use it occasionally when I think of it."

Liang Huaixu paused slightly, staring blankly at the floor. He unconsciously put himself in that situation.

That's definitely her personality. Even if she doesn't like her things anymore, she'll leave them aside until she absolutely has too much space to put them down before throwing them away.

He didn't mind this possessiveness; after all, he would always be hers... there was no way he would be given to someone else.

What bothered him was her closeness to him recently, and even what happened on their last night in Yunnan Province—

Does she also "not need or like it anymore," only using it occasionally when she remembers it?