Yan Xiuzhi stood in front of his office door and listened to the audio file.
There is not much content, except that Yu Yanxi said "You mean, you want 30 million", and Zhou Ziyi replied "Yes. You have to show at least 30 million in sincerity and then come and talk to me", and there are a few more sentences.
Yu Yanxi said: "You can get a divorce for 30 million? So, you think the value of this marriage is 30 million?"
Zhou Ziyi replied: "It's OK if you think so."
Yu Yanxi added: "So, you originally liked men? Any man is fine, not to mention he has money?"
Zhou Ziyi replied: "It's not just about money. With my brother's condition, it's not a loss to sleep with him for free for one night."
Yu Yanxi said: "It seems that you are not very serious about this marriage."
Zhou Ziyi said: "Whether I am serious or not, what does it have to do with Teacher Yu?"
These few sentences took less than a minute in total, but Yan Xiuzhi stood at the door for a long time after listening to them.
His mind was in a mess, but he was surprisingly calm. He could probably guess why Yu Yanxi sent this to him. On the one hand, he lamented that Yu Yanxi was really obsessed with trivial matters to the point that his IQ dropped sharply, and on the other hand, he lamented that Zhou Ziyi actually told the truth.
In other words, Yu Yanxi didn't know the truth. If she knew it, she wouldn't be surprised at all by Zhou Ziyi's remarks.
But then again, Yan Xiuzhi, an insider and a party involved in the matter, would have been so angry that he would have laughed after hearing Zhou Ziyi's remarks.
I'm not angry about his philistine remarks, but I'm angry about this person's duplicity.
Yan Xiuji was a little confused about Zhou Ziyi's true thoughts. He could feel Zhou Ziyi approaching, and could sense his silent emotional transmission, sometimes even so strong that it seemed like a sacrifice. But Zhou Ziyi's words always seemed to draw a dividing line between the two of them.
For example, he often said, "If you find someone you love, I can divorce you immediately."
He also said from time to time: "I won't bother you anymore."
Zhou Ziyi seemed to be chaining himself with words, locking him firmly in a boundary. His emotions had clearly burst out, but he used certain words to pull himself back. It was unclear whether he was hypnotizing himself or Yan Xiuji.
Yan Xiuzhi refuted it several times, but it seemed to have little effect.
Yan Xiuji didn't understand why before, but now he thinks that it might be because his rebuttal was from a rational perspective - the contract said three years, so it was three years, no divorce, no cheating. But in fact, what Zhou Ziyi needed was an emotional response. The more he said "no divorce", the more obvious the "three years" period seemed to Zhou Ziyi.
As a result, the more restrained one becomes.
Yan Xiuji felt that he was different from Zhou Ziyi. He had always been very clear about his wishes and his words and deeds were consistent. If he didn't want something, he would resolutely not want it. For example, if he didn't want the marriage arranged by Yan Wenwu, he would rather spend 30 million to buy a male wife. And if he wanted something, he would not sit and wait for death. He would only plan and then take every step carefully, trying every way to achieve his goal.
Like the top predators on the grassland, they would never hold the meat they have set their eyes on in their mouths and then give it to someone else.
But then again, Yan Xiuzhi also understood Zhou Ziyi's choice.
His life was hit hard, and everything was different. He could score 147 points in snooker, which was inseparable from his personal intelligence and financial support, and the financial support came from his family. When his family collapsed, the power of money began to backfire, and backfired heavily, and Zhou Ziyi's courage and bravery would be tightly bound by this curse.
He even has a sister who pushes him to keep going and not slow down.
Medical expenses to be exact.
Zhou Ziyi is afraid of making mistakes because he has almost no room for trial and error, and he cannot afford the consequences of making mistakes.
Being afraid means losing your courage.
Yan Xiuzhi thought: What do I have to be afraid of?
——I’m not afraid of anything.
——I can also make him afraid of nothing.
At this moment, Yan Xiuji was somewhat glad that he had come to where he is today step by step. He could support himself and others.
It also allows him to decisively grab the other person's hand when the other person withdraws his hand.
——It seems that now, we need to be more decisive.
——Start by asking him to talk less about the 30 million.
Yan Xiuji stood at the door of the office and sent a message to Yu Yanxi: [You shouldn’t send these to me.]
Yu Yanxi was probably waiting for a reply online, and responded quickly: [You should see his true face. ]
Yan Xiuji: [If you think so, you shouldn’t edit.]
Thanks to the noise in the background, Yan Xiuzhi could immediately tell that the conversation had been edited, without even needing a machine to identify it.
If he knew that this place was chosen by Zhou Ziyi, he would probably laugh.
Yu Yanxi didn't expect him to mention this: [Do you suspect that I deliberately lied? ]
Yan Xiuji: [I know the intention of every sentence he said, but I don’t know what those words you cut out are. What do you think I should think? ]
Yu Yanxi: [You are really bewitched by him. ]
Yan Xiuji: [On the contrary, I just figured out something.]
After a pause, Yan Xiuji felt that there was one more thing he had to mention: [And what happened last night. Just because I don't mention it doesn't mean I don't know about it, and it doesn't mean I can't investigate it.]
Yu Yanxi didn't reply.
Maybe he was afraid to talk about it, or maybe he was afraid of something else. Yan Xiuji stared at his name on the friend list, but ultimately did not block him.
President Yan exited X-mail and called Zhou Ziyi instead. Zhou Ziyi was probably still on the live broadcast, and after a while he answered: “Hello?”
Yan Xiuji said: "It's me."
Zhou Ziyi looked at the screen of his mobile phone and thought, nonsense, your name is written on the screen, okay?
But he just replied: "I know."
Yan Xiuji added: "I'm about to go back, do you want to bring any midnight snacks?"
Zhou Ziyi: "...Ah???"
No, wait, the person on the other end of the phone is Yan Xiuji, right? President Yan would call back to ask about midnight snacks? Isn't this a fantasy?
Zhou Ziyi thought about it and could only come to one conclusion: Is this an apology for what happened in the evening?
Apart from compensation, Zhou Ziyi couldn't think of any other reason to trouble the big CEO to remember to bring him midnight snacks. And Yan Xiuji sent him a lot of messages throughout the day. Zhou Ziyi was flattered and didn't dare to reply.
Yan Xiuji waited for a while, and when Zhou Ziyi said nothing except "Huh?", he asked again, "Do you want it or not?"
Zhou Ziyi didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Having a midnight snack was secondary. The main thing was to be able to serve Yan Xiuji, which was worth posting on his Moments a few more times.
I should have added Yu Yanxi as a friend earlier. I think he would be pissed off by her posting to Moments every day.
But Zhou Ziyi didn't know what to eat, so he said in a hurry: "But I don't know what supper you have on the way back..."
Yan Xiuji thought he was backing off again, so he said, "Whatever you want to eat, I can always find a way to get it for you."
Zhou Ziyi finally thought of something: "Braised chicken feet! The kind that are hot, braised, and soft when you bite them, not so hard, okay?"
Yan Xiuji asked, "Do you know where the store is or what its brand is?"
Zhou Ziyi: "Uh, I don't remember... If not, the hot and sour cold chicken feet is also..."
"Don't eat hot and sour food now." Yan Xiuji said, "Okay, I'll go look for it now and try to bring it back to you."
"You don't have to work so hard..."
"Yes." Yan Xiuji said, "Also, I have something to tell you when we get back. Don't go to bed yet."
Zhou Ziyi: “…”
Although he became nervous all of a sudden, he still couldn't help but complain: You said you would bring me midnight snacks, how could I possibly sleep!
——But now that you’ve said this in advance, I’m no longer looking forward to the midnight snack!
After thousands of words, it all comes down to one sentence: "In short, be careful on the road."
"Okay." Yan Xiuzhi smiled silently and then hung up the phone.
Then he silently decided to buy one more thing.
I hope those stores are still open at this time...
***
It was a little after nine o'clock in the evening when Yan Xiuzhi entered the house.
The lights were on in the living room, but no one was there, so he went to knock on Zhou Ziyi's door. After a while, Zhou Ziyi opened the door, poked his head out and said, "I'm still live streaming... I'll be right there when it's over!"
"Don't worry." Yan Xiuji said, "I have time to wait, but your braised chicken feet may be getting cold."
Zhou Ziyi: "...then I'm going to be anxious!"
He turned around and walked back to the computer, not even closing the door, just leaving it ajar. Yan Xiuji heard him say, "My midnight snack is back! Braised chicken feet are waiting for me, the live broadcast ends here!" He sounded in a good mood, so he chuckled and walked away.
Mr. Yan went upstairs to change his clothes, and when he came down, Zhou Ziyi was already sitting at the table.
All the midnight snacks—a portion of braised chicken feet, a portion of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, a portion of stewed pig brain, and various side dishes—had been rearranged, and Zhou Ziyi also brought out two sets of bowls and chopsticks. It can be said that everything was ready, except for Yan Xiuji. Yan Xiuji saw him in this state on the stairs and said, "No need to wait for me, just eat yours."
"Well, we still have to wait." Zhou Ziyi said, "After all, you bought it."
"I bought it for you." Yan Xiuji said, "And the medicine I brought back for you, put it together with the midnight snack, did you see it?"
Zhou Ziyi: “…” How could you not see it? I took it from the dining table with my own hands!
Yan Xiuji continued: "The method of use is written on the medicine box. If you are still unsure, I can ask the doctor again..."
"I'll study it myself!" Zhou Ziyi interrupted him quickly, "And I think..."
Yan Xiuji raised an eyebrow: "What do you think?"
Zhou Ziyi silently swallowed the second half of his sentence "I'm fine" and changed his answer: "I think I will use these medicines!"
"Yeah." Yan Xiuji sat down opposite him, "I think I went a little too far. I wanted to see it myself, but you wouldn't let me..."
"Brother, please stop talking." Zhou Ziyi almost wanted to cover his face, "Can't we just have a quiet midnight snack now?"
Yan Xiuji smiled and said, "Okay."
Zhou Ziyi was about to start eating when he remembered something else: "Oh, by the way, what you said you wanted to tell me..."
Yan Xiuji: "Let's have a quiet midnight snack first."
Zhou Ziyi: ??? Using my spear to attack my shield?
Yan Xiuji explained: "I was afraid that you would not be able to have a midnight snack after listening to me, and the chicken feet and porridge would be cold."
For some reason, Zhou Ziyi felt a chill in his heart, as if he was being stared at by something.
——Forget it, forget it, let’s have a midnight snack first.
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