Before Yan Xiuzhi went home to sleep, he sent a message to his driver, asking him to take care of Zhou Ziyi's cell phone issue in the morning.
When Mr. Yan got up at noon, he found that Zhou Ziyi had sent him three messages.
First post: [Brother! The new phone has arrived! The number is back too! It’s the latest model, love you muah!]
Second: [Brother, the breakfast in the hospital is very nutritious and delicious, but the nurse secretly gave me a packet of pickled mustard tuber. Has pickled mustard tuber become a luxury? TUT]
The third item was what Zhou Ziyi wanted Yan Xiuzhi to help take to the hospital.
Yan Xiuji saw the messages and found that the first one was sent just after ten o'clock, so he replied with "How come you got up after resting for only four or five hours?", and then looked up on the Internet what "TUT" meant.
——Oh, it means crying and acting cute.
Zhou Ziyi replied quite quickly. After Yan Xiuji finished washing up, he found that Zhou Ziyi's message had been received for three minutes: [Brother, you must have never been hospitalized. The nurses will be checking the wards at 7 or 8 in the morning, and there will be people walking around outside. ]
Yan Xiuji replied: [Close the doors and windows, turn on the air conditioner, and the noise should be reduced.]
Zhou Ziyi: [It’s okay. It’s fine for me to get up and have breakfast. I can have lunch and then take a nap.]
Before Yan Xiuji replied, another message came from the other side: [I forgot to say good morning, how did you sleep? Are you feeling well? If you are too sleepy, can you continue to rest or work from home? ]
Yan Xiuji replied: [I’m fine.]
Zhou Ziyi asked: [What are we having for dinner today? I told her yesterday that we could make some soup recently. Did you make it?]
When Mr. Yan went downstairs, Aunt Wang, the housekeeper, was busy in the kitchen. After checking the menu, Yan Xiuji said a few words to Aunt Wang, and then replied to Zhou Ziyi: [I have made lotus root and pork ribs soup. I will bring it to you in the evening.]
Zhou Ziyi: [Okay! But this is originally made for you to drink, you should drink more too, brother.]
Yan Xiuji: [Give it to me?]
Zhou Ziyi: [Yes, I feel like you haven’t been in a good mood recently, and you may be nervous. Eat some tonic food.]
Zhou Ziyi: [Oh, by the way, I also bought some fruit to make juice for you, but now I’m done. Should I ask Auntie Wang to make you some juice, or do you just eat the fruit directly?]
Yan Xiuji looked at his phone and was stunned for a while.
If it weren't for this accident and these daily interactions, he would not have realized that there were such reasons behind these small changes in the family.
How much has Zhou Ziyi done in secret? Are there other things that he has also thought through? Why doesn't he speak out about what he has done?
Yan Xiuzhi thought about it and thought that maybe Zhou Ziyi didn't like to take credit for something, but on the other hand, he also felt that... it was because of what he had said before.
President Yan, from the first day he met Zhou Ziyi, often said things like "You decide, don't ask me about such trivial matters."
This kind of talk reduces trouble, but it also reduces the communication between the two people.
In the past, Yan Xiuji thought that the relationship between the two was just a contractual one, equivalent to working partners at most. It was normal not to communicate outside of work. It was also normal not to bother two people with things that could be solved by one person, and to pursue efficiency. Now, Yan Xiuji realized that he had cut off some bridges of communication with his own hands.
In fact, it is not quite appropriate.
At that time, in order to clearly oppose Yan Wenwu's arrangement, he quickly signed the marriage contract, and his indifference to Zhou Ziyi was also an emotional burden. Looking back now, although it was a contract marriage, after all, the two lived under the same roof, were roommates, and could be considered friends. They saw each other every day, so there was really no need to make a clear distinction.
After all, the reason why Zhou Ziyi is always trembling with fear now is because Yan Xiuzhi was too strict in the beginning.
Yan Xiuzhi thought: Forget it, let both sides relax a little.
——Anyway, it feels pretty easy to get along with Zhou Ziyi...except that this guy sometimes does some speechless little things.
Yan Xiuji had never thought that he would be so happy to accept another person living in his territory, and even to the point of running around for the other person. These things seemed very troublesome at first glance. But when it actually happened, Yan Xiuji did not think it was a burden.
——It’s not bad if life has a bit of fireworks.
——Even if the contract ends, if Zhou Ziyi has nowhere to go for the time being, he can continue to live here...
——Anyway, it’s just one mouth, and I can afford to feed it.
***
Yan Xiuzhi went to work at the company in the afternoon, and during that time two lawyers came to see him one after another.
One was in charge of Chu Ling's divorce case, and came to confirm some asset contracts. The other was previously in charge of Zhou Ziyi's defamation case, and now was also in charge of Zhou Ziyi's injury case, and came to report to Yan Xiuji the results of the communication with the police in the morning.
The injury assessment was released at the hospital in the early morning. The most serious injury was a minor one. The lawyer said that even if he was imprisoned, he would not stay in jail for long. It would be better to start with civil compensation and find a way to increase the amount so that those people would suffer a loss of life.
In addition, the lawyer also "suggested" in the form of a private chat with friends that if there is someone behind this incident who is looking for revenge or plotting harm, you can find a way to expose this person. Anyway, at least the trial will be broadcast live online. Isn't it normal for the general public to watch it?
Yan Xiuzhi listened to it and looked calm, indicating that he understood.
After the lawyer left, Chu Ling called.
Surprisingly, she wasn't asking about her divorce case, but about Zhou Ziyi: "Why did I hear that Zhou Ziyi was hospitalized?"
"Yes." Yan Xiuji said, "something unexpected happened."
Chu Ling asked: "What exactly happened?"
Yan Xiuzhi thought about it and decided to tell the truth.
"Nonsense." Chu Ling frowned. "Why didn't you find a reliable person to pick him up at night? Isn't it crazy to let him walk on the street alone?"
Yan Xiuji said: "He is an adult, so he shouldn't be so..."
"This time you were beaten for no reason on the street, at least you can ask for help. What will you do next time you meet a kidnapper? Even if you gather enough money, they may not kill you!" Chu Ling said, "When you were a child, we asked the driver and the nanny to pick you up from school every day. Do you think it was showing off your wealth? It was to prevent you from being kidnapped! Now that you have such a prosperous business, there are many people who are jealous. Zhou Ziyi has no defenses around him, and it is easy for people to take advantage of him. Why didn't you even think of this?"
Yan Xiuzhi was speechless after being bombarded by his own mother's barrage of criticism.
He and Zhou Ziyi had a marriage by arrangement, so of course they wouldn't consider things that deeply.
But Chu Ling was right. If Zhou Ziyi really had an accident, Yan Xiuji would not have completely ignored him. Just like when Yan Xiuji received a call from the police at around 1 a.m., he got up and went out without saying a word.
"I understand. I will pay attention to it next time."
Yan Xiuzhi responded to Chu Ling's lecture and began to think about it.
***
In the evening, Yan Xiuzhi went home and had dinner.
This was the first time Yan Xiuji went home to eat dinner alone after Zhou Ziyi moved in. The lotus root and pork ribs soup had been moved to the rice cooker and was still being heated. Yan Xiuji drank a bowl of it and it was indeed delicious.
After dinner, Yan Xiuji packed a thermos lunch box with soup and some fruits, then went to Zhou Ziyi's room to pick up something for him.
I grabbed the door handle and pressed it, and the door opened.
Yan Xiuzhi suddenly realized that Zhou Ziyi did not return home after being injured, and did not mention the key, so... his door was actually not locked at all?
Mr. Yan had a good memory and remembered that Zhou Ziyi locked the door when he first moved in. But he had no idea when he started not locking it.
Yan Xiuji walked into the room and turned on the light.
Zhou Ziyi's room is not messy, but it is not meticulous either. It is normal and has a sense of life. His digital tablet is placed on the table, in a very random position. I don't know when I will use it next time.
When Yan Xiuji was about to go to the closet to pick up some clothes, he turned around and saw a piece of paper taped to the head of Zhou Ziyi's bed, with four big characters handwritten on it - Stay away from the bridge!!!
The man narrowed his eyes.
This is what Zhou Ziyi used to remind himself not to get too caught up in the relationship, or else he would lose both his money and his life and end up jumping off a bridge. But Yan Xiuji didn't know this loop, and the moment he saw these four words, he only remembered the day when Zhou Ziyi got drunk and muttered something like "If it weren't for you, I would have jumped off a bridge."
——So, he really has suicidal tendencies, so he posted this piece of paper to remind himself...?
Yan Xiuzhi stood at the head of the bed, staring at the paper, frowning.
If Zhou Ziyi really has this tendency, then he can't just leave it alone. Being alone is dangerous. A bodyguard or driver is a must.
Also, a psychiatrist might be needed.
However, Zhou Ziyi always behaves cheerfully in front of others. Perhaps he is resistant to the psychologist. It would be best if the psychologist pretends to be a doctor making rounds in the hospital and has a chat with him.
Also, he needed something to locate...
Yan Xiuji looked at the closet in the guest bedroom.
***
Before eight o'clock in the evening, Yan Xiuzhi entered Zhou Ziyi's ward.
Zhou Ziyi was standing by the window, looking out, and the window was wide open. When Yan Xiuji first saw this scene, the four words "stay away from the bridge" appeared in front of him, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
When Zhou Ziyi turned around, he even leaned on the windowsill: "Brother, you're here!"
"What are you doing standing there?" Yan Xiuji put down what he was holding and walked towards him quickly. "Don't lean on the windowsill. Come closer."
"Ah? I'm looking at the colorful lights on the lawn below the hospital. They're quite interesting." Zhou Ziyi didn't move. He even stretched his hand out of the window and pointed downwards. "Look at that..."
"I asked you to come closer!" Yan Xiuji raised his hand and grabbed the young man's waist, taking two steps away from the window. Zhou Ziyi almost fell into his arms, and when he realized what happened, he was almost stunned.
The young man was reluctant to move, and looked up at Yan Xiuji: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Yan Xiuji: “…”
Only then did Mr. Yan feel that he had overreacted a bit, but he really couldn't bear to see Zhou Ziyi standing in a dangerous place. He always felt that the young man would fall out in the next second.
"Nothing." Yan Xiuji let go of him and explained calmly, "Don't stand over there. Be quiet."
Zhou Ziyi didn't understand, so he could only look at his face again and asked cautiously: "...Are you in a bad mood?"
Yan Xiuzhi looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing.
"Well, it's a secret, right? Then I won't ask." Zhou Ziyi thought about it, and took the opportunity to hug him while standing one step away from him. "Then let me comfort you. If you need anything, you can talk to me. Anyway, I'm very free now, and it's hard for me to type. Don't worry that I will reveal the secret, haha."
This time, Yan Xiuzhi did not react too much to the young man hugging him.
Ever since he saw "Stay Away from the Bridge", many of Zhou Ziyi's behaviors had new explanations in his mind. Looking back, Yan Xiuji even felt that most of Zhou Ziyi's closeness and fear were due to his uneasiness.
However, Zhou Ziyi rarely expressed this uneasiness clearly, except when he was drunk and early this morning.
Those few minutes when he leaned on me in the parking lot were perhaps his occasional expression of his extreme restraint.
Yan Xiuji sighed inwardly, raised his arms and hugged him without saying a word. Sometimes quiet company is more powerful than verbal comfort.
Zhou Ziyi who was hugged: ??? Does he still have this kind of benefit when he is in a bad mood?
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