Chapter 101 He Saved Me
"Don't try to fool me with that kind of talk."
Sheng Tingzhou smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.
"I've found out what happened last night; it was Qiao Yiqing who did it."
"She wants to kill two birds with one stone, both to frame you and to drag your uncle down with her."
"He even deliberately took the medicine, delivering it to my door himself."
Song Zhiwei's face turned pale, and her fingertips felt slightly cold.
So...my uncle and her...
But then I thought about it again, and that phone call on that snowy night was actually quite normal.
After all, they had dated before, so it's not surprising that something happened between them.
She should have realized this long ago, shouldn't she?
But she never expected that Qiao Yiqing could be so ruthless.
They can even go to such extremes with self-harm.
She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her throat tightened, and looked up to ask, "Then what does this box... have to do with this?"
Sheng Tingzhou crossed his legs, leaned lazily against the back of his chair, and spoke slowly.
"I wanted to help you get revenge and teach her a lesson. But your uncle is too soft-hearted."
"He came over in person, using the diamonds he bought at a high price at the auction as a bargaining chip, and managed to take her away."
"We've been brothers for so many years, we have to give him some face."
After he finished speaking, he sighed softly, a hint of regret in his eyes.
"Alas, it was my fault for not seeking justice for you. Consider this gem as an apology."
Song Zhiwei felt as if she had been gently pricked by a fine needle.
That pain, subtle yet sharp, slowly spread.
She knew all along that her uncle was protecting Qiao Yiqing.
I never expected that he would be willing to give away something so valuable for her...
She gritted her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms, the pain making her eyes sting, but she forced herself to squeeze out a sentence.
"Thank you."
Regardless, he investigated for her and took the blame for her.
She remembered this kindness.
Even if his motives were impure, even if his words were ambiguous, she remembered them all.
Sheng Tingzhou twirled the pen in his hand, pretending to be reasonable.
"Don't blame your uncle. They've been together for so long, how can a relationship just end like that? Besides, that night... a man and a woman alone in a room..."
Song Zhiwei didn't say anything, but lowered her head and forced a smile.
"I know."
Zhou Yuze's feelings for Qiao Yiqing are something that she, an outsider, can't compare to.
She had long since accepted that she was just a passerby.
Even the right to look back seems superfluous.
Sheng Tingzhou's gaze slowly swept over her lowered eyebrows and eyes.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.
"Next time someone asks you out, remember to call me beforehand. I'll help you figure out their intentions so you don't get tricked. Some people seem friendly on the surface, but who knows what they're up to behind the scenes."
"Um."
Song Zhiwei responded softly, her mind completely wandering elsewhere.
My mind was racing with all sorts of trivial matters from the past few days, and I didn't hear what he had just said at all.
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weekend.
At 6:30 a.m. sharp, the alarm clock rang.
The sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten.
Song Zhiwei threw off the covers and sat up, deftly putting on a beige cashmere coat and zipping it up.
I walked to the door, reached out and grasped the doorknob, turned it gently, and opened the door.
Zhou Yuze was standing outside the door.
She paused for a moment, her gaze meeting his deep eyes, and her heart tightened inexplicably. She quickly lowered her eyes.
"Uncle."
Zhou Yuze was wearing a long, dark gray trench coat, the hem of which swayed slightly in the wind.
He quickly glanced at Song Zhiwei's face, and after confirming that she was safe and sound, he looked deeper into the living room.
The place was empty; Sheng Tingzhou was nowhere to be seen.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
"May I come in and say a few words?"
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally stepped aside to make room in the doorway and said in a low voice, "Come in, Uncle."
She turned and walked towards the kitchen, her movements slightly stiff, and poured herself a glass of warm water.
I held the cup in my hand for a while to warm it before walking back and gently placing it on the coffee table.
He then sat down on the single sofa opposite him, placing his hands folded on his knees.
"Uncle... what would you like to talk about?"
She glanced at him, then quickly looked down again.
Ever since Sheng Tingzhou told her what happened at the club that day, she has been unable to look Zhou Yuze in the eye as she used to.
"Why didn't you call me when the incident happened at the club that day?"
Song Zhiwei's fingers unconsciously dug into the fabric of the sofa armrest.
That scene flashed into my mind instantly.
Without hesitation, Zhou Yuze shielded Qiao Yiqing, protecting her behind him without even glancing back at her.
Thinking about this makes my chest ache.
She bit her lower lip, her voice very low.
"It's alright...it's all in the past."
At that moment, she secretly felt fortunate.
The initial call for help was made to Sheng Tingzhou.
If the call is to Zhou Yuze...
He'll probably still prioritize Qiao Yiqing.
After all, he always knew very well who was the most worthy of his protection.
She should have realized one thing long ago.
The person who is most important to her in this world will never be number one in their eyes.
This was true for Qin Yunshu, and even more so for Zhou Yuze.
Seeing her indifferent expression, it seemed she was unwilling to talk about that past anymore.
Zhou Yuze felt incredibly frustrated.
Especially when she thinks about how she now lives under the same roof as Sheng Tingzhou every day, facing each other day and night.
His breathing became labored.
After a long silence, he finally mustered up his courage, hesitated for a while, and then tentatively spoke.
"That night...you and Sheng Tingzhou..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't bring himself to ask, "Did you have sex?"
He just wanted to know if Sheng Tingzhou had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious.
He is not an irrational person.
But the thought of her being unconscious at the time is unbearable.
But Sheng Tingzhou stayed by her side, and his heart couldn't help but churn.
He dared not think too deeply about it, yet he couldn't help but think about it.
Did that man really just save her?
Will he take advantage of someone's vulnerability?
Every assumption made his breathing heavy.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei was stunned, a hint of astonishment flashing across her eyes.
That day, Sheng Tingzhou picked her up without hesitation and took her to the hospital.
He didn't say a word the whole way, but he draped his coat over her shoulders.
He recalled the last time he saw her with Sheng Tingzhou and said she was "deliberately trying to get close to him."
Looking back now, she finds it all absurd.
She was still in the hospital at that time and was physically weak.
Sheng Tingzhou happened to come to visit and helped her adjust the IV drip rate.
When Zhou Yuze pushed the door open, he happened to see this scene.
His face instantly turned cold.
"You're always like this, always trying to get close to people?"
She didn't say a word at the time, she just lowered her head and gripped the corner of the blanket tightly with her fingers.
She felt wronged, but couldn't explain herself.
"He saved me."
She said.
She looked directly at him, her eyes filled with weariness.
Do you...like him?
He dared not look into her eyes, but could only stare at her slightly trembling eyelashes.
Song Zhiwei lowered her head, staring at the glass in front of her, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing back and forth.
Half a glass of water remained, reflecting her blurry image.
She looked at the shadow and suddenly felt it was unfamiliar.
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