Chapter 122 Causing Trouble
No, he is from the real "Gaoling" family. That mysterious and noble manor has shaped his character, style, and even his tone and manners are exactly the same!
She lowered her voice and explained, "I was careless at the time, so she had the opportunity to take advantage of me."
It was almost midnight. After a long day of tossing and turning, she was exhausted to the extreme, and her eyelids were already drooping. "Third Master, it's already so late, why don't you go back and rest first? I'm in this state, and I can't get up to see you off. I'm really sorry."
Zhu Zeyu remained expressionless, his tone steady but commanding: "It's not your turn to decide when to leave."
"you……!"
She was so angry that she couldn't speak clearly.
But he still forced himself to calm down and said as softly as possible, "Third Master, I am really very tired and really want to take a nap."
Seeing that her tone had really softened a lot, he relaxed his stance a little and hummed softly, "Well, then you go to sleep. I'll stay here with you for a while."
Hearing his response, she suddenly became nervous and shook her head quickly, "Third Master, please go back! I don't need anyone to accompany me!"
She would definitely not be able to sleep a wink tonight with him here.
Zhu Zeyu raised his hand and clasped her neck, his slender fingers covering her chin, and gently pressed her against the head of the bed with just the right amount of force, yet irresistibly.
His palms were warm and had a hint of pressure, as if he was holding her firmly in his palms.
He looked down at her condescendingly, his eyes filled with emotions, including annoyance and a hint of elusive complexity.
Did she really not welcome him around?
"You should be glad you can't move right now."
He spoke softly, his voice was not loud, but it carried a force that could not be ignored, and every word seemed to hit the bottom of her heart.
At this moment, her head was restrained and she could not lift her head or twist her body; her foot injury had not healed yet, so she could not struggle to escape.
He could only lie there quietly, motionless, like a trapped little animal.
She felt helpless and irritated, but more of a mixture of indescribable emotions.
She sighed, her tone slightly tired and pleading, and softly advised: "Third Master, the ward is too small. There is not even a chair to sit on, let alone lie down and rest. You should go back. At least you can rest better when you go back."
She didn't mean to drive him away, nor did she lack tact.
However, the space in this small ward was so cramped that it made her feel suffocated, especially when the man's breath was getting closer and closer, as if to wrap her up.
She didn't want to cause any more trouble.
What is his identity?
Is he the kind of person who can be sent away with a casual "please go back" and instead has to stay humblely?
And what about her?
She was just a patient—what was she?
Is it worth it for him to stay and keep watch?
Zhu Zeyu looked at her with a cold look in his eyes, a half-smile on his face, as if he was weighing something.
After a moment, he said nothing more, but without even glancing at her again, he turned coldly and walked out of the ward, the door closing with a click behind him, leaving Shen Yan alone in the silent room.
Only after he left did Shen Yan feel a little relieved.
My originally tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and my eyelids drooped, as if my whole body felt a little more relaxed.
I can finally sleep peacefully at night, no longer having to worry about that person's every move and having a lot of troubles.
After he left, his steps were not hurried, but he seemed a little lonely and irritable.
The dim light in the corridor lengthened his shadow, as if he had suppressed emotions deep in his heart for a long time and had nowhere to express them.
His brows never relaxed along the way. Although his steps were firm, they seemed aimless, and his whole back was filled with a heavy depression.
When he returned to his good friend Jiang Kongfan's ward, his face still looked bad.
Perhaps sensing this, Jiang Kongfan half-lifted himself from the bed, looking at him with concern, and said with a hint of joking worry, "Hey, what's up? You just came back from a walk and you're acting like a stranger? Who was so ignorant as to offend our Third Young Master? You don't know the rules."
Zhu Zeyu sat on the stool next to him and did not answer immediately.
After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his voice low, "It's just a superfluous..."
He paused as he spoke, as if searching for an appropriate name in his mind.
girl?
Too ordinary.
Little girl?
It seems too intimate.
woman?
But it's not quite appropriate.
In the end, he chose nothing.
Just keep silent.
In short, she is a person who doesn't know the limits.
He is the third young master of the Zhu family. Not only does he have a noble status, but he also has countless followers around him. What kind of people can't he have?
The women who wanted to please him, curry favor with him, and beg to be close to him lined up in a long line that stretched all the way from the South City to the streets of Paris.
But it happened to be her turn - she neither knew how to cherish nor was willing to cater to others, and she didn't know how to advance and retreat in moderation!
Having such a person around him was like a terrible mistake.
Jiang Kongfan smiled and spoke, his tone playful but kind: "Oh, this is the first time I've seen you suffer a loss. It seems that our Third Master also has his moments of frustration!"
"It must feel bad."
Lin Yuxuan looked cautiously at Zhu Zeyu who was sitting opposite him and asked tentatively.
He could feel the oppressive emotions in the air.
Zhu Zeyu had a cold face, frowned, and shot his eyes at the other person like an icy blade.
"roll."
His voice was low and powerful, with a hint of anger and impatience, which made the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly solemn.
Jiang Kongfan leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin slowly and grinning, "Let's go to the club tomorrow night to relax. I know the boss there and can arrange everything properly."
He added, "You can call a few girls who are good at making people happy. I guarantee you will have fun."
"Give them some money and there's nothing they can't handle."
He said it with certainty, a frivolous look in his eyes.
"It can also help you to cool down. I see that you have been quite upset these past few days. Don't keep your emotions bottled up inside."
There was some concern in Jiang Kongfan's tone, but more of it was habitual teasing.
Zhu Zeyu glanced at him sideways, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Have you forgotten your gloomy face before?"
There was a questioning tone in his voice, and it seemed to contain a hint of reminder.
Jiang Kongfan waved his hand, revealing a carefree expression. "Hey, I've figured it out now. The thing about love is that it's because you haven't gotten it right that you feel how precious it is."
He paused, his tone becoming slightly more relaxed.
"If I had really caught up with her back then, I might have gotten tired of her after a few days. Who can say for sure?"
He smiled self-deprecatingly, but there wasn't much disappointment in his eyes.
"If someone doesn't want to, can I force them to do it? A forced melon won't be sweet, right?"
He spread his hands and put on an open-minded attitude.
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