Yu Wenhao became alert.
He thought his mother still didn't want him to be with Shen Xingzhi, but to his surprise, Yu's mother said, "Whatever you want to do, I can't control you anymore."
"Huh?" Yu Wenhao twisted his ears, wondering if he had misheard.
“I’ve thought about it since I came back. If you don’t want to stay at home, keeping you tied up every day will only drive you crazy. I don’t care anymore. You can do whatever you want from now on. I only have one request: live a good life.”
“Mom.” Yu Wenhao’s eyes instantly reddened.
"Okay, your dad, wait for me to get out of the field." Mrs. Yu hung up the phone.
Yu Wenhao couldn't wait to tell Shen Xingzhi the good news.
He returned to his ward.
"Xingzhi." Yu Wenhao knocked twice on the door and opened it, calling out.
"Wenhao, didn't you go back?" Shen Xingzhi asked in confusion.
"Xingzhi, I have something to tell you." Yu Wenhao couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"Looks like something good is happening. I'll go out." Rong Yan tactfully got up.
Yu Wenhao grasped Shen Xingzhi's hand tightly: "Xingzhi, I'm so happy."
"Be gentle, you're hurting me," Shen Xingzhi cried out.
The man quickly let go: "Xingzhi, my mom agreed. She agreed to let me stay in Tiancheng and to let me be with you. She said she would never interfere with my decisions again. If you don't believe me, look at the call logs."
Yu Wenhao's hands trembled with excitement.
There was indeed a call three minutes ago.
"Your mother wouldn't lie to you, would she?" Shen Xingzhi couldn't believe it.
"No, she brought it up herself today."
"I believe it, Wenhao. They say that those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune. Is this a blessing?" Shen Xingzhi didn't expect good things to come so quickly. "Rongyan, Rongyan."
Shen Xingzhi called her best friend in to share the story.
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Fu Jingchen's company.
The few people who arrived at the office early started chatting.
[Have you heard? Assistant Zhou isn't depressed at all; he's injured and in the hospital. How could someone with depression be seeing an orthopedic specialist?]
[Meimei, is this information reliable?]
[How can it not be scary? Rong Bing has been locked up, and she even scratched Zhou Luo's face badly at the hospital.]
[Speaking of which, Rong Bing is quite ruthless. I thought she would give up, but she bided her time and seized the opportunity.]
To be honest, I really admire Rong Bing. Even though she knew she couldn't win back then, she still managed to turn the tables when she had the chance.
Indeed, and they grabbed him right in the face—a werewolf.
How did Assistant Zhou get injured?
It's normal to get a few injuries as you get older, like falling while walking or twisting your body while doing something.
"What are you talking about?" Liu Yi had just arrived when he heard everyone gossiping.
So everyone repeated it again.
Liu Yi said with concern, "Oh my god? Little Zhou is so unlucky. Luckily, I had a conflict with Rong Bing at that time, but we only fought and I didn't get scratched on the face."
"That's right, getting injured is bad enough, but to be disfigured on top of that is even worse."
[She only got a few scratches, but they'll heal quickly. If all else fails, she can get plastic surgery. Assistant Zhou's face wasn't that great to begin with; maybe she could take this opportunity to get it fixed and look even prettier.]
"Oh dear, everyone, please don't say that. It wouldn't be good if President Fu heard us," Liu Yi said, feigning concern.
As soon as Liu Yi finished speaking, Fu Jingchen appeared.
Everyone immediately dispersed.
Fu Jingchen called Liu Yi to his office.
Liu Yi was startled. Had they overheard everyone's conversation? Luckily, she didn't say anything.
The woman took a deep breath.
"President Fu." Liu Yi used a smile to hide his guilty conscience.
"Sister Liu, Assistant Zhou won't be coming for a while. Please process her resignation."
"Huh?" Liu Yi looked up in shock. It turned out that it wasn't a criticism of them gossiping behind their backs.
"Go."
"Mr. Fu, do you need to hire another person?"
"No need." Fu Jingchen glanced at the empty seat next to him; this seat belonged only to Zhou Luo.
"By the way, I won't be at the company every day from now on, so you and Lao Qin will have to keep an eye on things for me." Fu Jingchen wanted to spend more time with Zhou Luo.
"Mr. Fu, are you going to accompany Assistant Zhou?" Liu Yi asked.
"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Sister Liu. I'll talk to Lao Qin again when he gets back from his business trip and inform all the department heads that there will be a meeting at 1 p.m. this afternoon." After giving some instructions, Fu Jingchen left the company.
Zhou Luo was accompanied by a caregiver at the hospital. He took advantage of the time Rong Bing was detained to thoroughly investigate Rong Bing's address, and would settle accounts with her as soon as she was released.
At the hospital, Zhou Luo's facial wounds had already scabbed over.
She stared blankly at herself in the mirror.
"Miss Zhou, have something to eat." The caregiver brought over breakfast.
Zhou Luo moved the mirror away: "Sister Meng, are the injuries on my face noticeable?"
As she spoke, the woman pulled her bangs towards the wound.
"It's not obvious, miss. Once the scabs fall off and you recover for a while, you'll be fine. Eat something and get enough nutrition to help you recover faster," the caregiver advised.
Yes, she needs to eat more, otherwise she won't have the strength to fight Rong Bing.
Zhou Luo wolfed down a lot of food.
When Rong Yan and Han Yue arrived, Zhou Luo was half-lying down, lost in thought.
Han Yue knocked on the door.
Zhou Luo then came to her senses and said, "Come in."
"Auntie, Rong Yan, what brings you here?" Zhou Luo asked, somewhat surprised.
"I came to see you." Han Yue looked Zhou Luo up and down. "Are you alright? Jing Chen told us last night that it was too late and inconvenient, so I came to check on you now."
Zhou Luo pointed to his face: "Is there something wrong with this?"
Rong Yan glanced at it; the scabbed area didn't look very big, but there were several scars. Rong Bing had been ruthless.
"You're young, you'll recover quickly, you'll be fine," Han Yue comforted her.
“Auntie, you’re Jingchen’s mother, you must know him well. Does he really not care about his appearance?” Zhou Luo asked Han Yue.
Everyone loves beauty, and Fu Jingchen is no exception. He has been on several blind dates, and the reason he rejected them was that the girls were not pretty enough, which shows that Fu Jingchen values appearance very much.
But you can't tell the truth at this time.
Han Yue said against her will, "I don't care that much. Jing Chen is a sentimental person."
"So that means you care?"
"That's not what I meant, kid. A few scratches don't affect your overall appearance. They're not even visible when your bangs cover them. Are you worried that Jingchen will break up with you because of this?"
“I know he likes pretty people. Everyone in the Fu family is so good-looking. Now that I am like this, will he be laughed at by others if he is with me?” Zhou Luo became anxious and uncertain.
Han Yue held her hand and said earnestly, "How could that be? We can get plastic surgery. Who was that person who got plastic surgery? Her whole body was fake. Look how ugly she used to be, and how good she looks now. What's yours compared to that? Don't overthink it."
Rong Yan remained silent throughout, and no matter how she listened, she felt that Zhou Luo was exaggerating and pretending to be pitiful.
Does Zhou Luo hope her mother-in-law will sympathize with her and stand up for her?
“Auntie, Jingchen is so outstanding, I always felt I wasn’t good enough for him. Luckily, I’m at least good-looking. Now I’ve even lost my looks. I really like Jingchen. If he doesn’t want me anymore, I don’t know what to do. I hate Rong Bing so much. Why is she clinging to me like this? I’ve never taken anything from her. I just want to be with Jingchen. If I can marry him in the future, I’ll take good care of you with him…”
Rong Yan's toes dug into the ground; she's truly a master of PUA.
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