"YuYu, surprise!"
Fu Wenzhou stood upright, holding a bouquet of roses, a roguish smile playing on his lips, and a beautifully packaged gift box in his hand.
Song Qingyou felt as if she were being stared at by a wild beast, and she had a chilling feeling.
Not knowing what he was up to now, she stared at him intently: "What are you doing here?"
"Don't be nervous." Fu Wenzhou, with his dark eyes, suddenly smiled. "I'm here to give my neighbor a little something."
Song Qingyou's eardrums throbbed. She asked, "Neighbor?"
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow, his voice languid: "I forgot to tell you, I bought the house across from yours last month and just moved in today. Youyou, are you happy?"
Song Qingyou found it hard to say the word "happy," but felt a nameless fire rising in her heart.
No wonder he was so easy to talk to last night; it turns out he had planned this all along.
Her lips moved slightly, but she looked at him expressionlessly: "You said you removed the tracking device from the car and stopped having people watch my every move because you moved to the opposite side of the street, right?"
Fu Wenzhou glanced at her, his voice deep and slow: "Yes."
He didn't deny it, and even admitted it frankly.
He never hid his sordid and clumsy thoughts from Song Qingyou.
She doesn't like having someone keep an eye on her, that's fine, he can just move in.
But why was she still unhappy? Fu Wenzhou didn't understand.
Song Qingyou's fingertips, gripping the door frame, turned white: "Whatever."
The house wasn't hers, and she couldn't control where he lived. Song Qingyou really didn't want to waste her time on these things.
After she finished speaking, she tried to close the door, but Fu Wenzhou simply blocked it with his arm. The solid wood door pressed against his arm, and he didn't even utter a sound.
Song Qingyou was startled and quickly let go of his hand, frowning as she said, "Do you think your hand is superfluous?"
"A gift." Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice deep.
Song Qingyou looked down and saw the gift box the man was carrying.
"No refusal allowed."
Song Qingyou: "..."
Fu Wenzhou said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't want Lin Qingshan's work, I'll just throw it away."
Song Qingyou looked at him with her clear eyes: "I wouldn't mind if you burned it."
Before Fu Wenzhou could reply, she slammed the door shut.
She was truly furious. He threw away the cheongsam he bought for 50 million yuan. He always does things his own way, doing whatever he wants. Does he really think the world revolves around him and everything has to go his way?
She just wouldn't do that.
Anyway, it's his money that's being wasted, not yours.
Song Qingyou picked up Zhouzhou from the ground and rubbed her several times before her mood improved slightly.
The phone on the coffee table rang. Song Qingyou glanced at it and answered.
"Seconds?"
Yan Miao said excitedly, "Qingyou, I have some big gossip to tell you! Do you want to hear it?"
Song Qingyou knew Yan Miao's personality well; she knew Yan Miao would talk regardless of whether she listened or not.
As expected, Yan Miao didn't wait for her answer at all. After finishing the previous sentence, she immediately continued, "Old Master Zhang, do you know that Zhang Song used to be the second-in-command in Beijing?"
"I know," Song Qingyou replied cooperatively. "What happened to him?"
"Didn't the Ruan family hold a charity gala last week? That very night, Zhang Song's wife was caught red-handed having an affair with his bodyguard in the Ruan family's East Second Courtyard. The bodyguard had his leg crippled that night, and Madam Zhang was kicked out of the Zhang family. But that's not the main point. The main point is that Zhang Yinan isn't Zhang Song's biological son; he's Madam Zhang's child with the bodyguard!"
Yan Miao said, "Now Zhang Yinan has not only been removed from the Zhang family genealogy, but Zhang Song has also confiscated all his assets and stopped all his credit cards. Zhang Yinan is now a rat in the street, and everyone who sees him will kick him. I heard he's in a really bad situation."
Song Qingyou stroked Zhouzhou's head and said in a light voice, "Oh, that's pretty tragic."
Yan Miao rattled off a whole bunch of things in one breath, then quickly gulped down some water to moisten her throat.
"Just two days after this incident, Zhang Song was reported for corruption and bribery during his early years in office. The evidence is now conclusive, and the higher-ups are investigating him. I estimate it's pretty much true."
Song Qingyou paused, her brow furrowing slightly: "You mean Zhang Song was reported?"
Yan Miao said, "Yes, I heard from my dad that Zhang Song was secretly set up this time. Something from eight hundred years ago has been dug up. If things go wrong, he might even go to jail. I really don't know who this old man offended, that he has ruined his reputation in his later years."
Who did I offend...?
Besides Fu Wenzhou, who else has he offended?
Song Qingyou knew perfectly well what was going on, but remained outwardly calm: "I heard that he offended a lot of people during his tenure, so it's probably because he's fallen from grace and everyone is kicking him while he's down."
Yan Miao: "Hey, Zhang Yinan used to be so arrogant, he practically walked sideways. Now look what happened, he's a useless person. It's true that evil begets evil."
Song Qingyou chuckled softly: "He didn't do anything to you."
"It's because he keeps badmouthing you." Yan Miao picked up an apple and took a bite. "By the way, is your little nephew still bothering you?"
Song Qingyou paused for a moment: "They moved to the opposite side of my house."
"What?!" Yan Miao was shocked, dropping the apple in her hand to the ground. "You mean Fu Wenzhou moved across the street from you? The one in Wutong Apartment?"
"Yes," Song Qingyou said softly, "I just moved in today."
Yan Miao's gossip spirit ignited: "His real intention is not what he seems; he's obviously here for you."
Song Qingyou said with a headache, "Don't mention Fu Wenzhou, it's annoying."
Yan Miao obediently shut up and started talking to her about other things.
The two talked on the phone for over an hour. Only after hanging up did Song Qingyou realize that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and now she was actually a little hungry.
She can't cook, and Song Chang went back to his hometown.
Just as she was wondering whether to go out for a meal, Zhouzhou suddenly jumped out of her arms, and then she heard the sound of turning the door lock.
Turning around, I saw Fu Wenzhou standing at the door, calmly changing his shoes.
Song Qingyou's head throbbed even more: "This is trespassing."
Fu Wenzhou, holding the exquisitely packaged gift box in his left hand and a food box in his right, suppressed his temper and said, "Come and eat."
Zhouzhou clung to Fu Wenzhou's trouser leg, wanting him to hug her.
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