Rong Bing saved Zhou Luo's video.
She knew she couldn't win against Zhou Luo in a head-on confrontation. The woman glanced at the IV catheter on the back of her hand and had an idea.
It's not enough to judge whether Zhou Luo and Fu Jingchen are related based solely on the bracelet, and no one in the company will tell me what's going on between them.
If Zhou Luo admits that the bracelet was a gift from Fu Jingchen, and that Fu Jingchen pursued her unilaterally, what should she do? She wants to find a reason to teach Zhou Luo a lesson, and naturally hopes that Zhou Luo was the one who took the initiative.
The municipal hospital at night.
Zhou Luo drove her car to the parking lot and found Rong Bing's hospital room.
Rong Bing greeted him with a smile, which made Zhou Luo lower his guard.
Zhou Luo glanced at Rong Bing, feigning concern: "How did it get like this?"
Rong Bing could barely open her mouth, and she mumbled, "I drank too much and fell down. Sit down."
"I brought fruit, but judging from your appearance, you can't eat or drink anything." Zhou Luo tried hard not to laugh; Rong Bing's face was both pale and swollen.
Rong Bing sat on the bed, staring at Zhou Luo's wrist, and was surprised to find that the bracelet was missing.
"Okay, add some hot water. There's a straw over there," Rong Bing said.
Zhou Luo did as she was told. It had been a long time since she had spoken to Rong Bing so calmly. After feeding her the water, Zhou Luo sat down and took the initiative to make peace: "Bingbing, can we stop arguing from now on?"
“We used to talk about everything. I was wrong too. I apologize first. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. Let’s let’s put this behind us, okay?” Zhou Luo’s attitude seemed sincere.
But Rong Bing saw it all as acting.
She had only one thought on her mind: where did that bracelet come from?
But she couldn't ask directly, so she said, "Okay, since we're both at fault, let's just let this go."
"And I shouldn't have doubted you and Fu Jingchen. It was my own fault for not being good enough, which is why we broke up. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you," Rong Bing said deliberately.
She wanted to show that she trusted Zhou Luo a lot, so that if Zhou Luo really had a relationship with Fu Jingchen, she would feel guilty.
Zhou Luo really didn't expect Rong Bing to say these things. Her lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Fortunately, Rong Bing didn't look at her. She then smiled and said, "You mean last time? I swear, I really didn't tell him where I live. I found out because I knew we had a fight and I was afraid something would happen to you."
Rong Bing asked Rong Yan, and she learned that Zhou Luo's address was given to Fu Jingchen by Ye Jianming, so she believed that it was just a coincidence.
"I know, Luo Luo. Jing Chen and I have broken up now. If you really like him, you two can be together. There's no law that says an ex-boyfriend can't become your best friend's current boyfriend," Rong Bing said in a teasy tone.
"Let's talk about it later. I just started working, and I'll think about relationships once I'm more settled. I don't have any particular thoughts right now," Zhou Luo said guiltily.
"Huh? I remember you posted a picture of a bracelet, it was quite pretty, why haven't I seen you wearing it?" Rong Bing steered the conversation to the bracelet.
She noticed Zhou Luo's expression; Zhou Luo paused slightly, pinched her nose, and was clearly nervous.
After a while, she said, "You mean that one? It's fake. My friend brought it back from a trip to Huangcheng. She said it only cost 1,000 yuan. I thought it wouldn't be good to carry a fake one, so I put it away." Zhou Luo made up an excuse on the spot.
"Really? The quality looks pretty good in the video. You know I was really into jade for a while and did a lot of research. Could it be that your girlfriend told you it was real, but you didn't want to feel bad, so she deliberately lied?" Rong Bing asked.
Zhou Luo became even more nervous, her fingers interlaced under the bed: "Impossible, Linlin would never give me anything expensive. She's just an ordinary office worker like me, earning a few thousand yuan a month and having to rent a place. She wouldn't buy me anything real. Oh, Bingbing, don't expose her shortcomings. I'll delete the video right away."
"No way, the video is really well made, it looks like it's worth at least five figures. When you bring it over, I'll show it to you, and I can tell if it's real or fake," Rong Bing said deliberately.
Zhou Luo knew that Rong Bing might be suspicious if she said she didn't need it at this time, so she agreed, "Okay, I'll show it to you next time."
The next time they met, Zhou Luo said he had forgotten to bring it.
Rong Bing had hoped to extract information from Zhou Luo after seeing the bracelet to confirm her suspicions, but Zhou Luo's answer was so airtight that she didn't even have a chance to find a reason to stab him.
The two chatted, each with their own ulterior motives.
After leaving the ward, Zhou Luo touched his sweaty back.
Rong Bing never directly mentioned Fu Jingchen, but every sentence she spoke implied Fu Jingchen, clearly indicating that she did not believe her own words.
She was careless. The bracelet was a gift from Fu Jingchen, and she didn't really like it. But Fu Jingchen said the bracelet cost 50,000 yuan, so she accepted it for the sake of the money. She didn't dare to show it off on her WeChat Moments, so she posted it on Moyin instead. She didn't expect Rong Bing to have such sharp eyes.
Zhou Luo put the video into her private photo album.
At 8 p.m., Fu Jingchen, worried about the woman, sent her a message asking if she had gotten home yet.
Zhou Luo replied, "I'm home."
Fu Jingchen quickly made a phone call, and Zhou Luo told the man about the hospital situation.
Fu Jingchen couldn't sit still at home, so he asked Zhou Luo to meet him at Liu's Restaurant. Zhou Luo told the man to come directly to her house.
She is not a timid or cowardly person.
Fu Jingchen sped up and arrived.
He unlocked the door with the password and saw Zhou Luo sitting in the living room watching TV as if nothing had happened.
"Are you alright?" The man changed his shoes and walked over, looking at the woman from every angle.
"Look how nervous you are. It's alright, she's just lying in a hospital bed. Do you really think she has three heads and six arms?" Zhou Luo said, looking at the nervous man.
“I’m afraid she might do something drastic if she gets angry. Luo Luo, lock that bracelet away so she doesn’t see it. She told me before that she wanted a better one, but I couldn’t bring myself to buy it for her. Once she sees the quality, she’ll know the price,” Fu Jingchen instructed Zhou Luo.
"I know, I'm not stupid. I've already locked the drawer. I've already thought of a reason. If she asks me again, I'll give her Linlin's phone number. I've already talked to Linlin, and she'll tell her that the bracelet is fake." Zhou Luo conspired with her best friend as soon as she got back.
“Jingchen, you even made a special trip.” Zhou Luo initially tried to stop him from coming, but Fu Jingchen said he couldn’t sleep if he couldn’t see a woman.
Fu Jingchen hugged Zhou Luo and said, "It's all my fault. I didn't handle my relationship with Rong Bing well, which dragged you down." The man, deeply in love, blamed himself.
Zhou Luo cupped the man's face in her hands: "What's it to blame you for? It was my own choice to join the company. I just didn't expect things to develop so quickly. Actually, when we were at the hospital today, I kept thinking, 'So what if you know? It's not like it's anything shameful. You two had already broken up.'"
"Okay, share the security camera footage with me. I'll check it when I have time. I'm still worried about you living alone, Luo Luo. I wish I could keep you by my side 24/7." Fu Jingchen rested his chin on the woman's forehead and confessed, "I wish we could stay together forever and never be apart."
Zhou Luo pretended to hit Fu Jingchen: "Isn't the key point to combine the two into one?"
Unexpectedly, the man nodded vigorously and asked, "Is that alright?"
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