Hate
A condescending gaze, a confused look, a melodious voice...
Zhou Min suddenly opened his eyes, interrupting this absurd dream.
She sat up from the bed with disordered breathing, picked up the glass of water on the bedside table beside her, took a big gulp, and suppressed her dryness.
It was still dark, and I glanced at my phone. It was only 4:30, not yet my usual time to get up.
I sent several messages to Zhou Yiting before going to bed last night, but after falling asleep, I only received one reply.
Zhou Min: "You came to my house before I sent you a message, right?"
So you're leaving me alone on purpose?
Zhou Min: "What did you originally want from me?"
Zhou Min: "You left something here with me. When can you come get it?"
It's neither possible to throw it away nor to keep it.
Zhou Min: "If I'm not home, you can call me. Don't ask anyone to pry open the door again."
If I had received the call yesterday I would definitely not have gone home.
Zhou Qiting: "Do you like black or white?"
When Zhou Min saw this irrelevant message, he lost all sleepiness and became so angry that his teeth were itching.
However, considering that Zhou Qiting had someone deliver the money to his door within two hours last night, Zhou Min decided not to bother with her.
It’s not a normal time now, so Zhou Min plans to reply to Zhou Qiting after a few hours.
She habitually put on her dark brown contact lenses, turned on the laptop on the desk in the room, clicked on an encrypted folder in the USB drive, and browsed through it carefully. During the process, her fingers traced in the air, her lips moved, and she analyzed silently.
After several rounds of screening, she selected two charities as the medium for targeted funding for the welfare home.
Both institutions have been in existence long enough and have fairly mature operating structures.
It is indeed a stable path.
All Zhou Min needs to do next is to hand the money given by Zhou Qiting over to a designated person to check it, turn it into legal income, and then donate it to the welfare home through a charity organization.
Zhou Min calculated that after handing it over to someone else and deducting the handling fees, the remaining amount would be just enough to help the welfare home overcome its final difficulties.
Zhou Min ultimately didn't ask for more money. Her restraint wasn't her fault; she knew full well that for someone like her, who wasn't blessed by heaven, asking for even a little more would only lead to ten more in return.
Under the oppression of fate, Zhou Min summed up his experience and formed his own superstitious system.
She didn't want to believe in fate, but if it wasn't destined, how could she be trapped in this prison no matter how hard she struggled?
Sighs echoed in the small room, and the lingering fragrance in the room constantly reminded Zhou Min that everyone has their own destiny.
Accept your fate. These two words tossed back and forth between Zhou Min's lips, but he couldn't utter them. In the end, he could only swallow them down, letting them build up in his heart and become a source of resentment.
That ball of resentment now stretched out its tentacles, controlling her hands as she typed four angry words on the phone screen: "They're all annoying."
Today is Saturday, a rare day off and a rare day to waste, but Zhou Min feels confused about it.
In the past, whenever she had free time, she would either go to the hospital's intensive care unit and take a look at the children through the glass, or pretend to be a passerby passing by the old orphanage and gaze at the figure from afar, which was even thinner than she remembered.
The last time she went to visit those children was when her waist hurt from the wooden chairs in the urban village. Such a long time has passed, and she no longer has the chance.
There was no need to think too much about it. The man died in such a high-profile manner. The Investigation Bureau must have been closely monitoring the hospital and the welfare home, waiting for her to show up.
Zhou Min naturally connected the investigation agency's visit to the welfare home to investigate her with the man's inexplicable death, and felt that she must have inadvertently left some biological information, which led the investigation agency to find her.
Perhaps I should find Zhou Qiting and ask her indirectly to confirm whether this was her doing.
Zhou Min always felt uneasy that someone was secretly watching him.
Zhou Min's bedroom door was always ajar so that he could hear the sounds outside.
At this moment, she did hear the sound of the door lock turning.
Zhou Min opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table, took out a gun, held it in his hand, and opened the door a crack.
Zhou Qiting was standing at the entrance, holding a paper bag in one hand and a bunch of keys in the other. His eyes dropped to the pair of plush slippers that Zhou Min had just bought and placed at the door, and hesitantly looked at himself.
Does the young lady treat this place as her own home?
You have to change your slippers at home too!
Zhou Qiting was wearing a pair of black patent leather boots today, and Zhou Min was almost certain that she was hesitating whether to change her shoes.
Zhou Min was speechless. He put the gun into the pocket of his long-sleeved pajamas, opened the door and walked out. Then he half-knelt in front of Zhou Yiting, unzipped her boots, and prepared to help her take them off.
During the period of their transaction, Zhou Min followed the tacit understanding of "pleasing" the eldest lady.
How dedicated.
The next second, Zhou Qiting's words almost made the dedicated Zhou Min draw his gun.
"Zip up, change and follow me."
Zhou Min hugged his knees with his hands, looked up at Zhou Qiting's meaningful gaze, and asked kindly, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Because you look very good like this." The rewarding touch was originally intended to fall on the top of the squatting person's head, but he seemed to remember something. The moment he touched it, his fingers brushed across the hair, fell on the earlobe, and gently pinched it.
Noticing Zhou Qiting's change of movements, Zhou Min withdrew his gaze and curled his lips in disappointment.
"Do you like being patted on the head?" The tone of voice couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.
Zhou Min suddenly remembered the displeasure that flashed across his eyes when Zhou Qiting touched his head last night. He seemed to understand something, and stood up from his squatting position. He looked Zhou Qiting straight in the eye and said seriously, "Not everyone can touch me."
The eldest lady calmed down and handed the paper bag to Zhou Min, saying, "Go change your clothes and put this on too."
Zhou Min returned to the room and opened the box in the bag. Inside was a rose gold choker with a petal-shaped tag hanging on the front.
Zhou Min picked it up and looked at it. He saw the word "Zhou" engraved on the front and "Mystery" engraved on the back.
You don't like black and white, so you gave me a rose gold dog tag, right?
Zhou Min silently said to himself, "My last name is Zhou too, I'm not angry," while pushing aside his long hair and putting it on himself.
Considering that the young lady probably didn't want to cover her choker, Zhou Min picked a dark gray long dress with a boat neckline, which left no skin exposed except for the neck.
All the guns that should be hidden were left intact.
When Zhou Min finished packing and walked out of the room, he saw Zhou Qiting's satisfied look.
She was also wearing dark colors today, a black halter-neck sweater and a high-waisted A-line skirt.
Due to Zhou Min's intentional or unintentional choices, the two of them seemed to complement each other unexpectedly.
Zhou Qiting reached out and fiddled with Zhou Min's choker, with a beautiful curve at the corner of her lips: "I wanted to give it to you yesterday." She originally wanted to use some tricks to put it on the puppy, but she didn't expect the puppy to fall into the trap himself.
Then you ask me whether I like black or white?
Meeting Zhou Min's puzzled gaze, Zhou Qiting said cheerfully, "There are many other materials and colors. Do you want to try them?"
Zhou Min didn't want to at all.
Following the principle of not being curious if you shouldn't be curious, Zhou Min didn't even ask what Zhou Qiting was going to do with her.
As Zhou Min was locking the door, Zhou Qiting's pleasant voice echoed in the empty corridor: "No one pried the door open."
Is it reasonable to open the door with a key? Zhou Min gave up the idea of protesting to the eldest lady and only complained quietly in his heart.
At this point, the messages Zhou Min sent to Zhou Qiting had almost all been responded to.
It was not until he got on the bus that Zhou Min remembered the only thing that had not been mentioned.
"your……"
"Hmm?" A casual interjection.
There was a driver in the car. Zhou Min was too embarrassed to say it, so he changed the subject and asked, "Where is your bodyguard?"
Where are the large group of bodyguards who were there yesterday?
Zhou Min heard a soft laugh, along with a seemingly true and false sentence: "Maybe they are aiming at you from a certain direction."
This time Zhou Min stopped talking and looked straight ahead, keeping an eye on the traffic outside. Suddenly, she felt her left hand being held, and the slightly cool five fingers penetrated into her fingers, interlocking their fingers.
Is warming your hands also part of “pleasing” someone?
Zhou Min tightened his grip, pressed his palms together, and transmitted his body temperature without reservation.
"So good." The tone of voice rose. Zhou Min didn't even need to turn his head to look, he could imagine Zhou Qiting's smiling face when he said these two words.
Of course not. Zhou Min straightened up proudly.
Since he had been praised only a few times since he was a child, Zhou Min lacked relevant experience and was completely unaware that he was being trained like a dog by Zhou Qiting.
I held on to it until I was about to get off the car and then let go.
The car drove into a community surrounded by green trees. This community seemed to have its own barrier, isolating itself from the hustle and bustle of the city. The view from the riverside perfectly displayed the skyline of the city's high-rise buildings.
There is tranquility in my ears and prosperity in front of my eyes.
Zhou Min pursed his lips, lowered his eyes to stare at the slightly faded black upper of the shoe, smiled, and silently followed Zhou Qiting into the elevator.
The low pressure continued to surround her until she closed the door, and was dispelled by Zhou Yiting's sudden kiss.
Zhou Min subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling the touch of the warm palm of the person in front of him on his face.
The dizziness and headache caused by lack of oxygen made Zhou Min feel a little weak in the legs. He kept holding Zhou Qiting's slender waist with both hands, passively enduring the person in front of him who was seizing his breath.
Only when Zhou Min's closed eyelashes were moistened did Zhou Qiting let her go, allowing her to take small breaths to calm her disordered breathing.
Their accelerated heartbeats were invisibly shaking each other's defenses, and the parties involved were completely unaware of this.
Zhou Min opened his misty eyes, his pupils refocused, and he glared at Zhou Qiting weakly.
"Remember to breathe." Zhou Qiting felt no guilt at all about his behavior, and even wanted to bully Zhou Min many times.
"Oh." Is it my fault? Zhou Min bit his lower lip, which was slightly red and swollen from being kissed, and responded reluctantly.
Then, Zhou Qiting hooked her cuff with her index finger and walked all the way to the cloakroom to show her the closet with various styles of clothes hanging on it.
"Take it off."
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