Zhou Ziyi felt that his fall was not in vain, and his role as a human cushion was not in vain.
Because Yan Xiuzhi's attitude towards him was obviously better than before.
First of all, the two of them were not like roommates who met by chance a few days ago and said hello and then stopped talking. In the past two days, if Yan Xiuji got off work early, he would come to see how Zhou Ziyi was doing; no matter what questions Zhou Ziyi asked him, he would answer them one by one.
Zhou Ziyi felt that this was a bit like children quarreling for no apparent reason and then making up for no apparent reason, but this metaphor could never be spoken out loud.
Secondly, Yan Xiuzhi actually gave him a few days of "vacation".
Originally Zhou Ziyi didn't feel anything, but he suddenly realized that Li Fei hadn't contacted him to confirm things for several days, so he sent a message to ask Li Fei where the process was and what he should do next.
Li Fei replied: [Mr. Yan said we can talk about it after you recover.]
Zhou Ziyi smiled when he saw the message.
That night, Yan Xiuji came to see him, and Zhou Ziyi even thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for caring about me."
Yan Xiuji narrowed his eyes and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhou Ziyi guessed that if he told the truth, Yan Xiuji would probably get angry again, so he changed the subject: "By the way, Mr. Yan, Aunt Wang made chicken soup today and reserved a portion for you. Did you drink it?"
Yan Xiuji said calmly: "It's too late, don't eat."
"So self-disciplined." Zhou Ziyi blinked, "Then you can bring it to the company as lunch tomorrow? Or if I can get up, I will make you noodles with chicken soup..."
Yan Xiuji looked at him disapprovingly: "You think it's not painful enough? Don't meddle in other people's business."
Zhou Ziyi said: "It's not as painful as it was a few days ago. It shouldn't be a big problem if I take it slowly."
"You can't even put the pot of water on the stove, don't bother." Yan Xiuji frowned and said, "I'll eat at noon."
Zhou Ziyi laughed in his heart and nodded: "Yeah."
There are countless little things like this.
Yan Xiuji's attitude was good, so Zhou Ziyi felt relieved. After a few days of rest, he was able to take care of himself. It was just that it would still hurt when he moved more vigorously, but he no longer needed help with changing clothes, going to the toilet, taking a shower, etc.
The carers retreated.
Just when Zhou Ziyi was feeling happy because his pain symptoms had been greatly alleviated, he received a call from Zhou Wenwen.
"Brother, I saw your Moments post, I liked it, and wish you a happy engagement again!"
Zhou Wenwen spoke cheerfully on the phone, sounding in good condition: "When will you come to see me again?"
Zhou Ziyi thought for a while and said, "Maybe after a while. I don't have much time recently. If you want to chat with me, you can send me a message or call me. I will reply you when I am free."
Zhou Wenwen asked again: "Will you bring your fiancé with you? I don't even know what he looks like. Is he handsome? What kind of person is he?"
"If he's not busy." Zhou Ziyi said, "How are you doing recently? I read the report sent to me by the nursing home, and it said that your appetite has not been very good recently."
"Ah, that's because their recent meals are not to my taste." Zhou Wenwen said, "The food here always tastes bland, I'm tired of it. I haven't eaten skewers for a long time, I almost forgot what it tastes like."
Zhou Ziyi said: "Next time I visit you, I'll bring you something to eat. I'll ask the doctor what's suitable for you to eat."
"Okay, okay." Zhou Wenwen paused, and her tone suddenly became a little cautious, "Brother, um...how have you been recently? I see that you don't seem to have published your commercial manuscripts very often. Have you not taken any money-making jobs recently?"
Zhou Ziyi said: "I'm getting married and I'm busy with the wedding. I don't have much time to do it."
"Oh..." Zhou Wenwen thought for a moment and then started to drum with him, "So what are the conditions of your fiancé? When you two are together, who spends more money?"
After all, she was his biological sister, so Zhou Ziyi understood something: "Wenwen, just get to the point. What do you want to do?"
"Uh, I just want some pocket money." Zhou Wenwen said flatteringly, "Not much, just one thousand, is that okay?"
"Wenwen, I only gave you a thousand yuan in pocket money when I visited you last time." Zhou Ziyi closed his eyes and said calmly, "You eat and live in the sanatorium and can't leave. Where did the money go?"
"I just... bought some magazines and toys." Zhou Wenwen said, "I was so bored, so I bought something to relieve my boredom. It's not too much, right?"
Zhou Ziyi asked: "What magazine? What toy?"
"Well……"
"Tell me the truth, or I'll ask the people at the nursing home, or I'll go and see for myself. You can't hide it."
"…It's my idol's photo album!" Zhou Wenwen said, "The first thousand people who buy ten copies will get a life-size standee! Brother, you don't know how hard it is to get one…"
Zhou Ziyi interrupted her: "So, you just bought ten photo albums?"
"Yes." Since she had already said it, Zhou Wenwen didn't hide it anymore and said frankly, "You also said that I can't spend money on other things, so I just buy what I want. Anyway, you said it's for me to spend."
Zhou Ziyi couldn't tell what he felt. He was sitting on the sofa, watching TV with a pillow, but now he felt that his strength was much less. He slowly fell down and looked at the ceiling: "So, you are asking me for a thousand yuan now, what do you want to buy?"
"I, I like a dress..." Zhou Wenwen didn't think it was a big deal at first, but Zhou Ziyi's tone made her feel a little flustered, and she couldn't help but lower her voice, "I want to try it on, brother. Even if I can only walk on the lawn of the sanatorium, I also want to wear a beautiful dress..."
Zhou Ziyi felt upset, and couldn't explain why he was sad. He asked, "So the skirt is one thousand yuan?"
"Uh... the reservation is three hundred." Zhou Wenwen said, "and there is still the balance."
Zhou Ziyi asked: "How much is the balance?"
Zhou Wenwen said, "Eighteen hundred... But the three hundred advance payment is used as six hundred! The full price of this skirt is actually two thousand four. Paying the advance payment now can save three hundred!"
"..." Zhou Ziyi asked, "When will the balance be paid?"
"Three months later!" Zhou Wenwen said, "Brother, I will save my pocket money and pay the balance then. So... just let me buy it?"
"...Okay." Zhou Ziyi closed his eyes, "I'll transfer it to you later."
"Okay!" Zhou Wenwen was happy, "Thank you, brother!"
The two chatted for a few more sentences and then hung up the phone.
Zhou Ziyi transferred 1,000 yuan to Zhou Wenwen as promised, and received a series of happy and thankful emoticons from Zhou Wenwen. Zhou Ziyi looked at these emoticons, without any thoughts, and just turned off his phone and continued to lie down.
He ignored the TV that he had turned off earlier because he was on the phone, and just kept the TV on and closed his eyes.
…
The sudden lighting of the living room light irritated Zhou Ziyi's eyelids, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
Yan Xiuji stood beside the sofa and looked down at him: "Why are you sleeping here?"
"...I didn't notice that you were off work." Zhou Ziyi wanted to get up, and Yan Xiuzhi subconsciously bent down and helped him.
"Thanks." Zhou Ziyi opened his phone and saw that it was already past nine in the evening. Of course, the overworked people had all gone home, so it couldn't be six or seven in the evening.
Yan Xiuji looked at his movements and suddenly realized something: "You haven't had dinner yet?"
"Huh? Oh, yes." Zhou Ziyi was surprised, "Why did I sleep so deeply..."
Yan Xiuji saw that he was about to get up, so he pushed him back and said, "Sit down, I'll warm it up for you."
"Really? Thank you then." Zhou Ziyi accepted Yan Xiuji's kindness and asked, "Mr. Yan, have you eaten dinner yet? Would you like to have something together?"
Yan Xiuji didn't even turn his head: "No, I've already eaten at the company."
Zhou Ziyi looked at his back as he walked into the kitchen, and somehow he wanted to laugh.
Some people may seem difficult to deal with and their words may be cold, but in fact they are fair in their attitude and friendly in their behavior; while some people may be intimate and caring in their words, but in fact they may not really care about others...
Yan Xiuji heated up the food and helped put it on the table. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Ziyi looking absent-minded.
Yan Xiuji noticed that he was not happy just now, but he didn't care. But now that dinner was ready, this guy was still sitting on the sofa stupidly, so Yan Xiuji couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about sitting there stupidly?"
"...Nothing." Zhou Ziyi came back to his senses, slowly stood up, and walked to the dining table, "Thank you, Mr. Yan."
"You've already said it once, you don't have to thank me all the time." Yan Xiuji looked at him and frowned, "Why are you so absent-minded while eating? Is there something wrong?"
"Is there something wrong with my thinking if I'm not active while eating?" Zhou Ziyi smiled, sat at the dining table, and suddenly asked, "Boss Yan, am I a failure in your eyes?"
Yan Xiuji was about to walk away, but when he heard this, he turned back and looked at him: "What's the question? You were daydreaming just now just to think about this?"
"...I guess so." Zhou Ziyi said, "Look, we are of the same generation, right? But you can run Huahao Group, and I am in a mess, and I owe a lot of foreign debts. I don't know how to pay it back. After dropping out of school, I haven't had a proper job. For the sake of money, I married a man without hesitation... Do you think I'm a coward?"
His words were not very logical, but Yan Xiuji understood them and was somewhat aware of the reason why he said them. But President Yan did not intend to say any inspirational words, but just said: "No one stipulates that sitting in an office is a serious job. We are executing contracts, which is also a way of working. As for whether you are a bad person or not... I have no interest in insulting others' personality, and I never consider this issue."
The man spoke in a stern manner, without showing any gentleness in his attitude, but Zhou Ziyi miraculously felt some kind of comfort.
"I see." Zhou Ziyi laughed, "It's mainly because you always talked to me about money before, and I thought you thought I was obsessed with money."
"I don't think it's a bad thing to be obsessed with money. A gentleman loves money, but he gets it in a proper way." Yan Xiuji paused, as if he realized something, and added, "If you want to get an advance on your pocket money, you can tell me."
"No... not for now." Zhou Ziyi said with a smile, "As long as Boss Yan doesn't kick me out, I don't need another advance for now."
Having said that, Yan Xiuji had nothing more to say and turned to go upstairs.
Zhou Ziyi said from behind: "I made sandwiches today with new flavors, remember to get some when you go to work tomorrow!"
Yan Xiuji paused for a moment and then continued walking up the stairs.
"knew."
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