She bought a suit and also generously picked out a watch. She had both items wrapped in elegant gift boxes by the sales assistant.
However, she was reluctant to give the gift to Zhou Zhengchu herself, as if buying the gift was a way for her to curry favor and make peace with him.
She didn't mean it that way at all.
Her husband, however, was unwilling to help her with this task. He simply patted her hair and told her, "Since you bought the gift, you should give it to him yourself."
She dawdled and was reluctant, and by the time she returned to Beijing, both gift boxes were still in her bedroom, unable to be delivered.
She was conflicted every time she saw those two boxes.
After agonizing over it until the very end, you just forget about it, only to start agonizing over it again the next time you see it.
However, her son seemed very busy during the summer after graduation, not at all like a high school graduate.
In her memory, graduating from high school was probably the most enjoyable summer vacation.
Of course, her son would come home every day to have dinner with her, and sometimes, when her husband wasn't home, she couldn't help but throw a little tantrum.
The servants in the house were trembling with fear.
On the contrary, he remained calm and composed, not afraid of her at all. He would even take the initiative to serve her food and supervise her drinking those bitter tonics that made her tongue numb every day.
After returning from the United States, her son was visibly depressed and in a very bad mood; anyone could tell.
She guessed that his illness must be quite serious, otherwise he wouldn't have gone so long without a smile on his face.
On the one hand, she felt he deserved it, since he always bullied her and now that he's grown up and has gotten too big for his britches, he comes here to bully his mother.
On the one hand, she also felt sorry for him.
Having a serious illness at such a young age is something that money can't make up for.
However, after falling ill, Zhou Zhengchu seemed to show her much more respect and never came to her again to say, "Father doesn't love you."
These few words are both real and jarring.
If he doesn't say things that would upset her, she won't find him so unpleasant.
So, after the Nth time of agonizing over it.
She finally agreed to bring the two paper bags from the walk-in closet to him, and gestured down at him with her chin, saying, "These are for you."
Zhou Zhengchu glanced at the paper bag, and after a long time, he finally came out of his silence. He gripped the paper bag tightly, his fingers turning white from the pressure.
"Thanks."
Zhou Zhengchu was also tongue-tied in front of his mother.
In recent years, he has rarely expected to get anything from his mother, but he has not completely given up on the idea.
Zhou Zhengchu opened the paper bag and looked inside. "Did Mother pick this out for me?"
She looked a little uncomfortable. "I just bought it randomly."
If she felt that the word "disgust" wasn't harsh enough, she continued, "I picked them up with my eyes closed, and I only grabbed two items because I needed to complete a set of other orders."
Zhou Zhengchu didn't expose him, and for the first time in several days, he smiled, saying, "Thank you anyway."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Mother, I like it very much."
In the past few days, Zhou Zhengchu has come to understand that many things cannot be forced, and since that is the case, every day is precious.
It doesn't matter if his mother never loves him.
It doesn't matter if he's not in my sight.
At least he can still be by her side.
He just joined the company and is actually very busy, but he still insists on leaving get off work on time every day.
Perhaps, she doesn't need him.
But he just wanted to spend more time by her side.
People who crave love can become accepting of never receiving it in their lifetime.
"Oh." She was probably not used to being nice to people, and she felt awkward hearing his gratitude. "I'm going out to play cards."
Zhou Zhengchu glanced at the butler behind him, "Have you arranged a driver?"
The butler immediately understood, and the driver and bodyguards were already waiting at the door.
The people playing cards are also safe and reliable.
Everyone was screened in advance.
"It's all arranged."
Zhou Zhengchu nodded, then looked at his mother: "You must be back before dark."
After saying that, he added, "We'll have dinner together."
He began to focus on these small, insignificant things.
His tone was gentle, and his narration was calm, as if he were simply telling her something.
She nodded perfunctorily, listening but not taking it to heart.
She doesn't really like staying at home, watching boring TV shows, or idly waiting for her husband to come home.
Playing cards with friends, partying, and shopping are all ways she can quickly kill time. She doesn't have a job, nor is she able to.
She can't even remember the things she did at work before, let alone bullying her colleagues.
The driver took her to her friend's house.
The detached luxury villas by the lake in the suburbs are a bit far, but the environment is very nice.
It has mountains, water, and a lake.
She arrived late, but no one blamed her; they even saved a seat for her.
After she sat down, as if remembering something, she picked up her phone and sent a text message to her husband: "I'm going out to play cards."
A few minutes later, the other party replied.
Nevertheless, she was still very happy the moment she saw the new message pop up.
Husband: [Have fun.]
Husband: [Transfer money]
I casually sent her a few money transfers.
She exclaimed, and everyone around her turned to look at her, their faces beaming with smiles, but upon closer inspection, one could discern a subtle distance beneath those smiles.
She was their honored guest, a distinguished person whom they could not neglect.
From the moment she stepped into this villa, not even a single hair on her head could be lost.
Before, everyone would be nervous about her every move.
"Mrs. Zhou, what's wrong?" they asked cautiously.
The woman, beautiful as a fairy, smiled at them. Her radiant skin glowed in the sunlight, and her soft red lips were adorned with an innocent and carefree smile, as if she couldn't wait to show off her husband's love for her. "My husband transferred money to me."
They breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that nothing serious had happened.
They can't afford to take responsibility; neither the Zhou father nor his son are easy to mess with.
They smiled too, having known each other for so long, they knew what she liked to hear.
"Mrs. Zhou, you are truly blessed."
"Mr. Zhou loves you very much."
"I'm so envious."
They were saying things she wanted to hear, and her face grew even redder, the tips of her ears turning a soft, reddish hue in the sunlight.
While happy, I also feel shy.
They used to feel some sympathy and pity for Mrs. Zhou, whose husband was wealthy, powerful, and held an undisputed position in Beijing.
Like father, like son; their son is also very outstanding.
At a young age, he is handsome and capable, and already shows signs of becoming a successor.
If she were more level-headed, there would be no one in the world more successful than her.
At the card table, she was also in high spirits.
I won a lot of money, and it wasn't until noon that I remembered I needed to eat.
The meals were delivered by a dedicated person, and the service was very meticulous. They had previously been misled by news reports, believing that Mrs. Zhou's marriage was unhappy, that her husband didn't love her, and that her son wasn't close to her.
But news is news after all.
Many of these are just baseless rumors and fake news.
There may not be a more attentive husband than Mr. Zhou in the circle of the wealthy, nor a more caring child than young master Zhou.
After lunch, seeing that Mrs. Zhou was still in high spirits, they went along with it and continued to play with her.
Until almost evening.
The other people at the card table exchanged knowing glances, then smiled at Jiang Yue and said, "Mrs. Zhou, it's getting late, we should call it a night. If you'd like to play some more, we can meet up again next time."
She clearly seemed to want more.
The group laughed and said, "We're having a bad day, we can't afford to lose anymore, so please let us off the hook."
Jiang Yue thought about it seriously, and looking at the chips that were almost piled up in front of her, she reluctantly said, "Okay."
Hearing her agree.
The group was finally able to catch their breath. The small amount of money at the card table was nothing; the important thing was that they had delivered the person back safely and on time to the Zhou family.
Otherwise, someone in the Zhou family will be unhappy.
Zhou Ji is usually calm and collected, and his emotions are hard to guess, but in this matter, he is just like his son.
He was always a little worried about leaving his wife alone outside for a long time.
They returned the person unharmed, thus completing their mission.
When she got home, her husband and son had already returned home.
She's been in a good mood lately, and she's even become much more obedient when taking her medicine. She'll open her mouth when asked, and she's less likely to mumble those paranoid ramblings anymore.
After finishing her medicine, she suddenly looked at her son sitting opposite her and asked, "Don't you need to take your medicine?"
The young man lowered his eyes and replied, "Mother, I've already drunk it."
Zhou Zhengchu was wearing the suit she had given him that morning. He had a good figure, and it fit him well and looked good.
He was handsome and refined.
A sense of estrangement and indifference washes over you in the silence.
But when facing his mother, the coldness in his eyes turned into an undisguised tenderness.
She nodded after hearing this and didn't say anything else.
She rarely spoke to Zhou Zhengchu; in her wildly imaginative world, this son was probably the least important person.
But seeing the suit the young man was wearing and the watch on his wrist, she felt a surge of joy.
This joy, however, was not for Zhou Zhengchu himself, but for her own sake.
I truly feel that I have excellent taste!
This suit, which he picked out randomly, fits him perfectly.
She had finished dinner, put down her chopsticks, and stared intently at her son: "Suit, looks good."
Zhou Zhengchu smiled, a rare occurrence for him. "Yes, it looks beautiful. Mother, could you give me another set?"
She tilted her head, waited a moment, thought for a while, and said, "Let's talk about it next time. I don't have that much money to squander."
She became wary again, fearing that he would swindle her out of all her money.
What's in her eyes is what's in her heart; it's crystal clear.
It looks great on.
Naïve is indeed cruel.
Neither the pleasant nor the unpleasant words were lies. They were all her true inner thoughts.
Therefore, many times, when Zhou Zhengchu heard those words that she ignored and disliked, he could not deceive himself that she was acting against her will and that her words were not what she truly felt.
later.
He did come up with a perfect excuse.
She's sick, so you can't take anything she says seriously.
Zhou Zhengchu is now officially employed by the group. He did not work his way up from the bottom in anonymity, as depicted in TV dramas.
In fact, even if he conceals his name, he can still be easily recognized.
This face has been in the news quite a few times.
He visited the company quite often while he was in college.
Most of the time, it was because I was worried that I would accompany my mother to the company to see my father. In the past few years, my mother's mental state was very poor.
At the height of her paranoia, she seemed to see everyone as someone who wanted to harm her.
When he arrived at the company and couldn't find his father, he became suspicious and stared at the female employees in the office, crying and making a scene, insisting that his father must be having an affair.
There must be a mistress he's keeping in the office.
In fact, there are hardly any female employees in the top-floor offices anymore; their workstations have mostly been moved to the two floors below.
When his mother acted recklessly and without restraint, she wouldn't recognize anyone, not even him. He was a thorn in her side, and she glared at him fiercely, accusing him of being an accomplice.
It happened too many times.
You'll be able to remember his face.
Zhou Zhengchu was placed in a management position as soon as he joined the company. Of course, he didn't think that he lacked experience and needed to be humble in front of senior employees.
Zhou Zhengchu's decisive and efficient style was just like his father's.
The newly appointed department had only been in operation for a few days, yet it had already earned the nickname "Little Yama" (a derogatory term for a powerful figure in the underworld).
Zhou Zhengchu didn't care about these titles. He didn't care what others said. It wasn't a bad thing that his employees respected or feared him.
That morning, he arrived at the company on time.
There is a departmental meeting at 9:30.
During the meeting, someone noticed the new watch on the young master's wrist. He had never worn a watch before, and in the eyes of the employees, the young master was a very low-key person.
After the meeting, the most heated discussions always revolve around gossip about the boss's personal life, which is also what piques everyone's interest the most.
"The watch on Mr. Zhou's wrist is nice, but I checked the price, and it's not expensive for him at all."
“I know it. I was thinking of buying one for my boyfriend before. It would cost tens of thousands of yuan, maybe seventy or eighty thousand. It’s not a watch they would usually wear.”
His net worth is so high that it's impossible to count it all.
The family businesses are so numerous that they cannot be measured in monetary terms.
Wearing a watch worth tens of thousands of yuan certainly doesn't seem like someone from this social class.
"It must have been given to me by someone very important, otherwise I wouldn't wear it on purpose, as if it has great sentimental value."
"girlfriend?"
"I haven't heard of it."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. It wouldn't be good if someone heard us."
When Zhou Zhengchu returned to his office from the meeting, he didn't rush to start working. He always did things in an orderly manner, knowing the saying that haste makes waste.
He glanced down at his watch, stared blankly for a moment, and then his personal cell phone rang.
Only a few close friends and his butler knew this number.
Zhou Zhengchu answered the phone, but it wasn't the housekeeper's voice; it was his mother.
The mother got straight to the point: "I'm going to the company."
Zhou Zhengchu frowned: "Working at the company isn't fun."
She was furious: "I'm not going there for fun! Can't I go and inspect my husband's businesses?"
Zhou Zhengchu knew that if he didn't let her come today, she would probably be unhappy for a long time. He remained silent for a long time before saying, "I'll come to pick you up."
Her anger subsided, and she generously said, "You don't need to pick me up. Let the family driver take me."
Zhou Zhengchu was still worried: "Let me do it."
She asked curiously, "Don't you have to go to work?"
Zhou Zhengchu said without changing his expression, "Mother, you are more important."
She didn't seem to care about what he said, but just kept nagging into the phone, almost like giving him a lecture: "Don't tell your father, I want to give him a surprise."
Zhou Zhengchu always went along with her: "I understand, Mother."
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