Old Master Zhou sat on that aged sandalwood chair, looking at Shen Qingli in front of him, his cloudy eyes filled with heartache that surged like a tide, almost soaking his eye sockets with moisture.
놛's voice was a little hoarse and full of guilt: "Xiao Li, it's all Grandpa's fault. It's Grandpa who didn't teach Chen'er well. Otherwise, you wouldn't have to endure so much grievance alone."
Shen Qingli raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Grandpa, please don't say that. How can I blame you for this?"
"Love is like drinking water, only you know whether it's hot or cold. Maybe there's no right or wrong in this matter, it's just... you just don't like me."
When he said this, Shen Qingli lowered his eyes slightly to hide the loneliness that flashed across his eyes. When he raised his eyes again, he smiled with relief, "But now I am the same as you, I don't love you anymore."
When Mr. Zhou heard this, he knew that Zhou Yanchen had realized his true feelings and it would be difficult for him to get Xiaoli back.
Even if that is the result, that person deserves it.
Shen Qingli sorted out his thoughts, his eyes full of concern: "Grandpa, you should take good care of your body in the future, go to the hospital for regular checkups, and stop worrying about young people's affairs. Enjoy your old age."
"You've worked hard for most of your life. It's time to enjoy your life, put aside your worries, and be happy every day."
When Mr. Zhou heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling for some reason. Why did Xiao Li's words sound like a farewell?
놛 asked anxiously: "께 Li, will you not come to see me in the future?"
Hearing this, Shen Qingli was slightly startled, her fingertips curled up unconsciously, and a sour feeling rose up in her heart and rushed to her throat. She swallowed it hard, her face still smiling, but her eyes were slightly red:
"How could that be, Grandpa? No matter what the relationship between Zhou Yanchen and I is, you will always be my grandpa. From the bottom of my heart, I have long respected and loved you as my own grandpa. I will come to see you when I have time."
But there was a voice in Shen Qingli's heart shouting: Grandpa, I'm sorry, I lied to you.
Under this pretending to be strong surface, every crack is painful, and every breath is tearing at the heart.
She really didn't want to stay in a place where Zhou Yanchen was anymore.
She has decided not to go back to Beijing. There are too many sad memories here, and she is afraid that she will indulge in them and never get out of it.
But this amiable and kind old man in front of her really treated her well, and she hoped with all her heart: Grandpa, please take good care of yourself and live a long life, so that you can be happy and healthy even without her by your side in the future.
Shen Qingli came out of the Zhou family's old house. She stood at the door and turned around to look at the building with deep affection and nostalgia.
He sealed every detail of the past in this glance, then straightened his back and walked straight to his car.
The high heels tapped the ground, and each sound seemed to be saying goodbye.
As soon as she left, Zhou Yanchen drove back slowly.
Zhou Yanchen just raised his eyes and his sight inadvertently swept across the front. A familiar yet unfamiliar car flashed by and disappeared around the corner.
His brows slightly frowned, and a strange feeling surged in his heart. Why did it look like the car driven by Shen Qingli?
Chang You parked the car steadily in front of the old house, and then reminded, "Boss, we're here."
This sound instantly brought Zhou Yanchen's wandering thoughts back to reality.
She quickly cleared the trance in her eyes, cleared her throat, and said calmly: "Well, go back and pick me up tomorrow morning."
After he finished speaking, he opened the car door, took a step forward with his long legs, and got out of the car.
Stepping into the living room of the old house, the house is quiet as usual, but there is a subtle atmosphere floating.
The servant who had just received Shen Qingli saw you coming back and hurried forward with a smile on his face: "Master, you are back. It's a pity that you are back. You just left."
When Zhou Yanchen heard the word "you", his eyes narrowed slightly and doubts grew in his heart. Was the car just now really Shen Qingli's?
놛 remained calm and asked in a low voice: "Well, what did she come here for?"
The maid had no idea that the two had divorced. In her heart, Shen Qingli was still the gentle, virtuous, filial and sensible person she was. She smiled more and more affectionately:
"I bought a lot of supplements for you. I am really good to you."
"Before you were not at home, I took you to regular checkups and prepared a healthy diet menu for you, taking care of every detail."
"Thanks to you, my health seems to be getting better and better."
Hearing the servant's words, Zhou Yanchen's heart felt as if a ball was thrown into the calm lake, causing ripples to appear.
"Master, if I had known you were coming back, I would have asked the servants to wait for you." The servant's words interrupted my thoughts.
Zhou Yanchen nodded slightly, his face returning to its usual cold expression, and replied casually: "It's okay, she is busy with something."
After saying that, he walked towards the upstairs, and each step seemed to carry a certain heaviness.
He returned to the bedroom, closed the door with his backhand, reached out and tugged at the tie that was beginning to feel more and more restrained around his neck, and an inexplicable irritability spread like a vine in his heart.
Since the divorce, I have never seen Shen Qingli again, not even by chance.
놛 walked to the sofa and sat down, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened Weibo, and casually browsed through various types of information in an attempt to divert his attention.
At this moment, the cell phone vibrated rapidly, and Bai Heng called and broke in.
As soon as the call was connected, Bai Heng's noisy voice came over: "Yan Chen, has such a big thing happened in Beijing during my business trip?"
"My goddess is being slandered like this."
Zhou Yanchen's brows were knitted into the shape of a "川" character, his impatience was evident, and he asked coldly, "Who is your goddess?"
Without hesitation, Bai Heng raised his voice and said, "I met Shen Qingli from Union Hospital. I didn't expect that she is a surgeon."
"She was the one I met for the first time in the dark night."
"Someone dared to slander her. I will not let those two people go."
"Yan Chen, where are you? Come out and discuss how to help my goddess solve this big problem."
The wrinkles between Zhou Yanchen's brows deepened. Thinking of the disappearing car and the servant's muttering, and then hearing Bai Heng's anxious words of protection, he felt mixed emotions.
He snorted coldly and replied stiffly: "I don't have time, and she doesn't need your help. Someone has already dealt with it for her."
Without waiting for Bai Heng to open the phone again, he hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, leaned heavily on the sofa, and closed his eyes.
The room was so quiet for a while that only the sound of heavy breathing remained. After a long time, an inexplicable feeling of unwillingness and doubt welled up in my heart: Shen Qingli, what exactly is your charm?
Even Bai Heng, who has always been unruly and has high standards, can't forget you!
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