After Zhou Ziyi's hand was completely healed, Yan Xiuzhi arranged driving lessons for him.
Fortunately, Zhou Ziyi is young and learns quickly, and Mr. Yan spent a lot of money. The coach not only doesn't scold him, but also has a good attitude. According to the arrangement, Zhou Ziyi only needs to go three times a week, and he can skip it if he has something to do. Anyway, he will be arranged to take the exam as soon as possible, and it's OK to concentrate on studying before the exam.
Zhou Ziyi went there twice and couldn't help it, so he went home and said to Yan Xiuji: "I suspect the coach has joined the Kua Kua group."
Yan Xiuji had just picked up a piece of salad with chopsticks, and was puzzled when he heard this: "What?"
"That's right, the group that blows rainbow farts." Zhou Ziyi paused, "Do you know what 'rainbow farts' mean?"
“…I know.” Actually, President Yan didn’t know it originally, but Zhou Ziyi’s appearance became a big hit on the Internet a while ago, and President Yan read the comments section and learned this word.
"In short, the coach kept praising me, which was completely different from those people on the Internet who said the coach was abusive." Zhou Ziyi sighed, "You have no idea how exaggerated it was. He praised me for releasing the clutch, turning the steering wheel, changing gears, and stepping on the brakes. He even smiled at me after I got off the car. I almost thought he was going to praise me for being 'so cool that you can even breathe.'"
Yan Xiuji was speechless for a few seconds, ignoring his last sentence: "Are you not happy when someone praises you? Do you have to listen to someone scolding you?"
"You just gave me goosebumps. Is it so difficult to be a coach nowadays?" Zhou Ziyi paused, and when he saw Yan Xiuji eating the salad, he asked, "Brother, how does it taste?"
Yan Xiuji was stunned for a moment: "It's okay, what's wrong?"
"Is there any special taste?" Zhou Ziyi looked at him with his chin propped up, "Try it."
Mr. Yan didn’t care much about his appetite and didn’t pay much attention to these things: “I don’t feel anything.”
Zhou Ziyi reminded: "Do you feel the smoky taste?"
"...Really?" Yan Xiuji took another bite and didn't agree. He told the truth, "Maybe, but I don't feel anything."
"Hey, this is made with the smoked olive oil you brought back last time." Zhou Ziyi said, "I just put it in the kitchen. Aunt Wang used it today and told me about it, so I remembered it."
Yan Xiuji said: "Use it if you want."
"This is an exquisite thing." Zhou Ziyi said, "I forgot to ask who gave it to you?"
Yan Xiuji thought for a moment and said, "A partner."
"Another partner..." Zhou Ziyi raised his eyebrows, "Brother, is it the partner who gave you the glasses last time?"
Yan Xiuji: “…No.”
Isn't this nonsense? Yan Xiuji bought the glasses himself, how could they be the same ones?
"Oh..." Zhou Ziyi asked, "Then can I ask, are the people who gave you the glasses and the smoked seasoning set this time, men or women? Did they give you just one, or both?"
Yan Xiuji looked at him and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
Zhou Ziyi said: "Answer me and I will answer you."
"The glasses were given to me by a man." Yan Xiuji made up a random remark, and then confessed the source of the seasoning, "The seasoning was given to me by a woman. It is a product of her company. She gave it to me when she came to talk to me. I don't know if she gave it to anyone else."
"Oh—" Zhou Ziyi asked again, "What did they say when they sent it?"
"I didn't say anything, just said I hope my family likes it."
"Mentioned me?"
“I didn’t mention any names, but I mentioned my family.”
"Tsk..." Zhou Ziyi narrowed his eyes, "Brother, did they dress up nicely to meet you? Is the person who gave the gift single?"
"What are you asking?" Yan Xiuji asked, "Are you doubting my lifestyle?"
"I'm not doubting you, I'm doubting others." Zhou Ziyi picked up a piece of salad with chopsticks, poked a piece of lettuce with the tip of the chopsticks, and turned it around. "Brother, you collected the seasoning, but didn't see what was in the bag, right?"
Yan Xiuji really didn't look at it: "What is it?"
"I just found out about it today. Aunt Wang said there was a letter inside." Zhou Ziyi ate some lettuce and stood up to get an envelope. "Here, look. It's handwritten."
Yan Xiuji opened it and saw a simple greeting card with a faint fragrance. He opened it and saw that there were indeed two lines of handwritten words inside.
——【I hope you and your family can enjoy this new product carefully selected for you. Looking forward to working with you next time. 】
There are titles and signatures at the beginning and end, nothing else.
Yan Xiuji thought it was quite normal: "What's the problem?"
"'What's the problem?'" Zhou Ziyi repeated, smiling, "When you taste this when you eat, you will think of her."
Yan Xiuji: “???”
"Oh, I also saw this card, so if I eat this thing in the future, I will think of her." Zhou Ziyi took the card back and raised his eyebrows, "She is provoking your legal partner."
"...You're overthinking it." Yan Xiuji said, "I have many partners, and this level of interaction is normal."
"Because you don't care, some people are so reckless in provoking you." Zhou Ziyi put away the card and threw it on the table. "Brother, I suggest you be more selective with things like this that are imported and close to your body in the future, and don't just accept them casually."
Yan Xiuji narrowed his eyes and said, "You even want to control what gifts I accept from my partners?"
"..." Zhou Ziyi looked at him for a few seconds, then raised his hands, "OK, I don't care."
He pushed the card to Yan Xiuji and said, "These methods are really nothing to you. Anyway, you have been the center of attention since you were a child. Isn't it normal for others to flatter you? Besides, I am just a contracted actor. I can't ask about my employer's affairs. I understand. Don't hand these gifts to me in the future. I am not qualified to handle them."
Yan Xiuji frowned and looked at him: "Why are you suddenly angry?"
Zhou Ziyi knew where his temper came from.
He is just jealous, isn't that okay?
Reality told him, fuck, that’s not going to work.
Zhou Ziyi couldn't care less about a bottle of seasoning that might represent a good impression. He didn't know whether it was more funny that Mr. Yan didn't understand the trick, or that he was more funny because he was jealous and got scolded back.
"…Nothing, I just lost my temper with myself." Zhou Ziyi took a deep breath and explained stiffly, "I crossed the line. Sorry, please leave me alone."
Yan Xiuzhi stared at him for several seconds, but Zhou Ziyi felt embarrassed and didn't want to look at him, so he buried his head in eating.
Yan always felt that he had something to say, but every time Zhou Ziyi apologized, it basically meant that he didn't want to say more. Although Yan Xiuji felt that he was sometimes stubborn, he respected his choices most of the time.
"I still don't understand what you're angry about." Yan Xiuji thought about it and decided to say something to make his position clear. "But there is one thing I can promise."
Zhou Ziyi now seemed to suspect that he would have some improper relationship. When Mr. Yan thought of this, he felt unhappy. He didn't know whether he was unhappy because Zhou Ziyi thought so, or because his character was questioned.
Zhou Ziyi looked at him: "What promise?"
"I won't cheat on my wife." Yan Xiuji looked at him with a blank expression, but he could inexplicably hear a solemn tone in his words, "I still have this moral bottom line."
Zhou Ziyi: “…”
——Fuck, why does this sound more romantic than the wedding vows!
——Just hearing these words, I forgot about being angry and started to feel happy. I’m really doomed.
***
Two days later, Zhou Ziyi attended a class reunion.
Because he was in the limelight when he appeared in court, more people came to him to attend events. Although Zhou Ziyi was not very keen on socializing with these people, he would choose some to attend. After all, he stayed at home all the time, which was not good for the public opinion of President Yan.
Anyway, Yan Xiuji was too busy to go home for dinner, so Zhou Ziyi went out for a walk.
The gathering today was not large, but they were all Zhou Ziyi's classmates from N University, so theoretically, they should all be of good quality. To be honest, Zhou Ziyi had never thought that he would attend such a class reunion in the past few years. After all, he was a dropout, and he was different from these proud children who graduated normally. If he hadn't married Yan Xiuji, these people would most likely not have invited him to come.
When Zhou Ziyi arrived at the scene, he had only one feeling.
——Even if it is a reunion of N University, there is no essential difference from other reunions.
Graduates, especially those who attend alumni reunions, have only two purposes: one is to show off their wealth, and the other is to meet other wealthy people. Even graduates from N universities are not immune to this.
Not long after Zhou Ziyi entered the venue, he heard someone next to him talking about "investing 2 billion yuan in the first phase of the project", and he knew that this class reunion would be meaningless.
Sure enough, when others came to toast him, they started with an inexplicably high tone: "Long time no see, Sullivan."
Zhou Ziyi: ??? What English did you speak to me in China?
"Long time no see." Zhou Ziyi simply replied in Chinese, "Good evening."
"Okay." The other party clinked glasses with him, "What are you busy with recently?"
"nothing."
"Oh. I heard that your boss Yan is busy with a project in the new district of S City recently. Is he busy?"
"I don't know. I don't ask him too much about his work."
"Is that so? Haha, okay then..."
The first person didn't get any information and left in annoyance. Seeing that Zhou Ziyi was able to chat, several other people came to chat with him, but it was basically the same pattern. Even the few people Zhou Ziyi was most familiar with when he was studying abroad before, the way they chatted had changed. They kept talking about this project or that project, and asked Zhou Ziyi to see when he was free to play golf with Yan Xiuji or something. Zhou Ziyi thought to himself that if you guys were really related to these projects, you wouldn't be so free to chat with me now, so just forget it.
Someone also said to him: "Don't stay at home all day, wouldn't it be good to find something to do?"
Zhou Ziyi raised his eyebrows: "Find something to do? For example?"
The other party laughed and said, "How would I know what to say? You can just ask Mr. Yan to find something for you. If Yan Xiuji is not free, you can come to my place to play. This is just a small thing, it won't cost you much pocket money."
Zhou Ziyi sneered inwardly, but said lightly, "Forget it, let's wait and see."
The people at N University wanted to save face, so after hearing what he said, they didn't bother him any more and just walked away.
Zhou Ziyi seemed to have exchanged a few pleasantries with everyone throughout the night, but nothing was said. People who came to the class reunion were confused about what he was doing there.
If he came to keep in touch, he was indifferent to anyone and refused any invitations; if he came to show off his life as the "CEO's wife", he rarely mentioned Yan Xiuji and didn't seem proud of it. So, he just came to have a few drinks?
Boring.
Zhou Ziyi also felt bored. After drinking a few cups of wine, he began to look at his watch and wondered when he would leave.
It was almost closing time at the hotel, and everyone was discussing where to go for the second night. It sounded like it was either a club or a KTV. Zhou Ziyi was not very interested in these things now, and was about to call a taxi home. When he took out his phone, he found that Tang Shirong had sent him a message.
[Breaking news! Yan Xiuji’s childhood sweetheart Bai Yueguang has returned to China! ]
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