Two days later, when Yan Xiuzhi was resting at home on the weekend, his personal financial advisor came to his house.
Zhou Ziyi thought that people would definitely get double pay for working overtime on weekends, but Mr. Yan probably wouldn't care about this little money. Moreover, Mr. Yan "condescended" to personally help Zhou Ziyi work overtime, and Zhou Ziyi felt that his appearance was even more impressive than the day of the court hearing.
Yan Xiuji and the financial advisor sorted out Zhou Ziyi's current holdings. At first glance, it seemed that Zhou Ziyi was quite wealthy. But when the financial advisor wanted to sort out Zhou Ziyi's debts, Yan Xiuji didn't take out the materials.
"Let me go through it first." Yan Xiuji said calmly, "I'll come up with the repayment plan."
The financial advisor thought to himself that your wife’s debt had already been spread throughout the world by your illegitimate sister, so why should you hide it from me?
However, President Yan actually takes Zhou Ziyi's debt so seriously. It seems that what the outside world says is true. President Yan really likes this young man who is seriously in debt.
This time, Zhou Ziyi didn't think more than the financial advisor. He just felt that Mr. Yan was indeed a very nice person.
The three of them sat opposite each other for quite a while, and the financial advisor politely declined the couple's invitation to stay for lunch - mainly because he didn't want to eat dog food - and left.
But in fact, Yan Xiuji and Zhou Ziyi were having dinner face to face, and they were still talking about Zhou Ziyi's spending. Yan Xiuji thought about the wording and said, "I don't want to pry into your privacy, but you'd better think about whether the daily flow you reported is a bit too high. From my personal point of view, I don't see you spending so frequently. Are you...keeping accounts?"
In fact, what Yan Xiuzhi really wanted to ask was: Do you know where your money went?
Zhou Ziyi lived and ate at home, and didn't go out much, and Yan Xiuji had never seen him buy a lot of expensive things. But people spend money in secret, and Yan Xiuji didn't want Zhou Ziyi to strictly control his spending, but he felt that the young man should at least know where his money was spent.
Zhou Ziyi didn't know whether he understood the hidden meaning in Yan Xiuji's words or not, he just replied: "...I'm writing it down."
"It's all right as long as you have an idea in mind." Yan Xiuji didn't try to persuade him, but said, "If you are sure it is this number, then I will make a spending budget for you based on this."
"Okay." Zhou Ziyi nodded, "Thank you."
Yan Xiuji raised his eyebrows: "You have said 'thank you' a lot recently. I appreciate it. You can stop now."
"The main thing is that I don't know what else I can do..." Zhou Ziyi sighed, "Brother, if there is anything I can help you with in the future, I will go through fire and water for you."
Yan Xiuzhi was just about to say "Just take care of yourself" when Zhou Ziyi's phone rang.
So Mr. Yan turned around and asked, "Why do others always like to harass you while you're eating?"
Zhou Ziyi glanced at his phone: "…It's my sister."
"Why are you reporting this to me?" Yan Xiuji said, "Just take it if you want."
Zhou Ziyi answered the phone in front of him.
Zhou Wenwen first asked about Zhou Ziyi's injury and his lawsuit. Zhou Ziyi could tell that she was not interested in these things, but he still answered the questions briefly.
After laying the groundwork for a few minutes, Zhou Wenwen finally stated the purpose of her call: "Brother, I need to pay the balance for the skirt I bought before!"
Zhou Ziyi was not surprised at all when he heard her words. He just thought, "As expected": "...Okay, how much?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Xiuzhi glanced at him casually.
But Zhou Ziyi didn't notice it, he just lowered his eyes and made a phone call.
"Eighteen hundred!" Zhou Wenwen said, "Give it to me in the next two days. I will pay it next week!"
"Um."
Zhou Wenwen added: "Oh, brother, didn't you promise me that after I bought the skirt, I could buy cosmetics? I've got it all! I've read a lot of bloggers' recommendations online, and they all chose different brands for different things..."
She chattered like an excited little magpie. Zhou Ziyi just listened quietly, and finally asked, "How much is it in total?"
"Just cosmetics? It's more than 2,000 but less than 3,000!" Zhou Wenwen said excitedly, "I also looked at makeup removers and skin care products, which are not that expensive, just over 1,000 in total..."
"Wenwen." Zhou Ziyi closed his eyes and interrupted her, "My hand was injured for a while, and I lost a lot of money. I was able to finish the painting recently, and I just got 3,000 yuan."
Yan Xiuji sat opposite the young man and listened to his words. Although Zhou Ziyi's tone was calm, Yan Xiuji could still clearly discern the helplessness in it, and even a hint of embarrassment.
Yan Xiuji felt that he should get up and walk away, and not listen to these overly personal calls. But Zhou Ziyi answered the phone in front of him, and Yan Xiuji always felt that this meant something.
He couldn't move.
"..." Zhou Wenwen also fell silent suddenly on the other end of the phone.
After a long while, Zhou Wenwen asked cautiously, "Then... I only buy some of the cosmetics, is that okay? I'll buy the important ones first, and you can use some substitutes for makeup removal..."
"I only have these three thousand, Wenwen." Zhou Ziyi said slowly, "I don't care what you buy, but I can't give you more."
"Then, then I can buy it later... okay?" Zhou Wenwen said, "Brother, the tickets for the concert will be on sale next month, I..."
"Wenwen, I just spoke to your attending physician a few days ago. You can't leave the sanatorium in your current condition." Zhou Ziyi lowered his eyes, "You should take care of yourself first."
"…What if I can't recover?" Zhou Wenwen also became emotional. "It's been so long, I've been locked up here, and you always say wait until I get better, wait until I get better. When will I get better? Do I deserve to be locked up here for the rest of my life? I might as well just die!"
"Don't say such things!" Zhou Ziyi said sternly, "Only if you live in a nursing home can you have doctors and equipment to take care of your body at any time. You can't think about such things!"
"I'm almost going crazy from being locked up, how can I not think like this?" Zhou Wenwen was running out of breath, but she couldn't help but raise her voice, "You're so free outside, married to such a rich man, so glorious, of course you can't understand my pain!"
Zhou Ziyi narrowed his eyes: "...You think so?"
"What else?" Zhou Wenwen said without thinking, "You have a luxury car and bodyguards, but you don't even want to give me a dress, a set of cosmetics, or a concert ticket! You threw me here and didn't care about me at all, but you are free to be your CEO's wife. What do you think I will think of you?!"
Zhou Wenwen's voice was so loud that even Yan Xiuzhi, who was sitting opposite her, could hear a few words.
Zhou Ziyi said coldly: "Zhou Wenwen, that's not my money!"
"How would I know if it's yours?" Zhou Wenwen said, "Anyway, you told me that Mom and Dad's company, house, and various assets were sold to pay off debts. Brother, I believed you at the time, but do you believe in yourself?"
"you……!"
Before Zhou Ziyi could finish his words, Zhou Wenwen had already hung up the phone.
"..." Zhou Ziyi looked at the darkened phone screen with a dim look in his eyes.
"… Sorry, I made you laugh." The young man stood up and tried to leave, but he hadn't finished his meal yet. He picked up the bowl and walked towards the kitchen, eating voraciously as if he was suddenly angry with himself.
He answered the phone in front of Yan Xiuji, intending to let the other party listen to the general situation, and then discuss with Yan Xiuji whether to tell Zhou Wenwen about the huge debt left by his parents. But plans cannot keep up with changes, and Zhou Ziyi was caught off guard and quarreled with Zhou Wenwen on the phone. Zhou Ziyi listened to Zhou Wenwen's accusations and suddenly felt like a joke.
He even felt that if Zhou Wenwen hadn't hung up the phone, he might have impulsively told her about his debts.
——Calm down.
Zhou Ziyi rinsed the bowl of rice, put it in the dishwasher, and then washed his face.
He rested his hands on the edge of the sink and took several deep breaths before he suppressed the grievance and anxiety that was about to burst out and let reason prevail again.
——She is in poor health, and staying in one place all the time is really depressing. I have indeed paid less attention to her recently, and there are all kinds of gossip posts on the Internet, which really makes her think too much...
Zhou Ziyi tried to convince himself over and over again in his mind, his right hand holding the sink so hard it was shaking.
"Are you okay?"
Yan Xiuji followed to the kitchen door and saw Zhou Ziyi standing in front of the sink. He realized that something was wrong with Zhou Ziyi, but he had no idea what to do about the siblings, so he could only ask a general question.
"...It's okay." Zhou Ziyi took one last deep breath and turned around.
When Yan Xiuji saw his face, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that what was on his face were not tears, but water droplets.
——Did he... wash his face just now?
Zhou Ziyi didn't want to face Yan Xiuji for too long. He was afraid that he would lose control of his emotions and look too bad. He walked calmly towards the door and towards Yan Xiuji, as if he was just passing by.
However, when Yan Xiuzhi passed by him, he suddenly grabbed his hand.
Zhou Ziyi looked at him.
Yan Xiuji opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he just said, "If you need anything, you can find me."
"...Thanks." Zhou Ziyi nodded and really left this time.
Yan Xiu Ji watched his back disappear around the corner, then looked at the half-eaten meal on the table and narrowed his eyes.
***
Zhou Ziyi stayed in his room for the entire afternoon.
He did come out during dinner and chatted with Yan Xiuji about investment, but he didn't seem to be interested. Yan Xiuji wanted to ask him if the amount of cash flow he normally made was due to Zhou Wenwen's spending. But seeing Zhou Ziyi's look, Yan Xiuji didn't dare to ask.
Fortunately, Zhou Ziyi's condition was much calmer than at noon, but he still didn't smile much, so he might need time to recover.
After dinner, Yan Xiuji saw Zhou Ziyi was about to return to his room and casually said, "Don't use too much force on your right hand. It hasn't fully recovered yet."
Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then felt some warmth and responded in a low voice: "Yeah."
Yan Xiuzhi watched him leave again.
——If you don’t go out, everything should be fine.
——We still need to find some time to talk to him.
However, on this night, at around one in the morning, Zhou Ziyi rushed out of the house in a hurry.
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