Chapter 135 You Guessed Wrong
"I'd be doing this suit a disservice if I didn't exploit a few of the flaws that fall apart so easily in a debate. You still need to practice more."
She couldn't help but roll her eyes and mutter a complaint under her breath.
"I'm not a monster, I don't have that many loopholes for you to exploit."
He raised an eyebrow and slowly replied.
"What a coincidence, neither am I. We're a match made in heaven."
Song Zhiwei: "..."
She took a deep breath and silently recited in her heart.
A moment of patience brings calm, a step back opens up a vast expanse.
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The business trip schedule was so tight it felt like I was rushing.
Three meetings a day, two rounds of negotiations, plus countless documents to check, sign, and archive.
They even ate sandwiches in the car.
Before we knew it, it was the last day.
As usual, Song Zhiwei got up before dawn.
Outside the window, the night was still shrouded in a gray haze, with the dim yellow light of the streetlights filtering into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
She rubbed her sore eyes, forced herself to stay awake, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the neatly ironed business suit.
A light gray suit jacket paired with a matching pencil skirt, and a white silk shirt underneath.
She changed her clothes with practiced ease.
After checking her makeup in the mirror to make sure it was perfect, she gently pushed open the door.
In the living room, Sheng Tingzhou was wearing a dark black silk nightgown.
He lounged lazily on the large fabric sofa, his eyes fixed intently on the financial news on the television screen.
The screen is displaying the latest stock market updates.
The red and green curves kept jumping around, while his brows were slightly furrowed.
As soon as she came out, he heard the faint footsteps and looked up.
Their gazes suddenly collided in mid-air.
She instinctively avoided his gaze and glanced down at the silver watch on her left wrist.
The hour hand pointed exactly to eight o'clock, and the second hand ticked steadily.
"President Sheng, aren't you in a hurry to go to the meeting today?"
He spoke slowly, his voice still a little hoarse.
"No need, it's just one last signature. I can go by myself this afternoon."
After he finished speaking, he casually placed the remote control on the coffee table.
The metal casing made a slight sound when it collided with the glass surface.
Song Zhiwei was a little confused. She blinked, not immediately realizing what this meant.
She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively probed in a soft voice.
"So today... should I stand by, or...?"
Sheng Tingzhou immediately took over.
"I'll give you a day off, and I'll reimburse you for any expenses you incur while you're out."
She paused for a few seconds before realizing this wasn't a joke, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
Sheng Tingzhou watched her back as she walked away, his slightly magnetic voice coming from the direction of the sofa.
"where did you go?"
She stopped and looked back at him.
"sleep."
I've been staying up until midnight every night for the past two days, either organizing contracts or checking data.
I felt completely drained, my head was buzzing, and my eyelids were so heavy I could barely lift them.
Now we've finally got a day off.
If I don't catch up on my sleep, I'll be doing all the hardship I've endured over the years a disservice.
He listened, a slight smile playing on his lips, and without saying anything more, simply nodded.
Back inside, she casually tossed her bag onto a chair and ripped off her suit jacket, leaving it to sling aside.
She didn't even have time to take off her high heels before collapsing onto the bed.
The mattress sagged slightly with her weight.
She pulled the thin blanket over herself haphazardly, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in less than three minutes.
When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight was already streaming obliquely through the window cracks.
The light fell directly on her eyelids, forcing her to squint and raise her hand to shield her eyes from the light.
She checked her phone; it was already 2 PM.
My stomach kept rumbling.
She was woken up by hunger, feeling empty and uncomfortable, with her limbs feeling weak.
She struggled to sit up, slipped on her slippers, and staggered groggily into the living room.
The man remained seated on the sofa, in the same posture, except now he had a slim laptop in his lap.
A silver-white headset was covering his ears, and you could vaguely hear him speaking in a low voice, so you could guess that he was having an important video conference.
She paused, then hesitated for a moment at the entrance of the corridor.
In the end, he didn't dare to go forward and disturb them, and quietly retreated.
He took out his phone, pressed the front desk bell, and whispered a few instructions.
Then, she tried to recall the dishes he usually liked to eat.
Steamed sea bass, baby bok choy in broth, braised lion's head meatballs, and a bowl of slow-cooked pork rib soup.
We ordered four dishes and a soup based on these flavors.
About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang on time.
Sheng Tingzhou had just finished his meeting, took off his headphones, and rubbed his temples when he looked up and bumped into her as she was about to open the door.
He stood up and casually asked, "Awake?"
Song Zhiwei nodded, her tone frank.
"Just twenty minutes ago."
She walked quickly over and opened the door. The waiter, dressed in a neat uniform, came in with a tray and efficiently placed the dishes on the table one by one.
After everything was arranged, the man said softly, "Please enjoy your meal," and then respectfully withdrew.
Sheng Tingzhou walked over, sat down, and picked up a soup spoon.
He ladled out a full bowl of milky white pork rib soup and gently pushed it in front of her.
"Drink it while it's hot, don't let it get cold."
Then he looked up at her, his tone naturally carrying a hint of casual conversation.
"Where do you plan to go for a stroll this afternoon? The weather in Jiangcheng is just right now, in the twenties, not too hot or too cold, perfect for going out."
Song Zhiwei lowered her head and stirred the soup.
"I haven't decided yet."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something, paused, and looked up at him.
"Do you... want to come with me?"
Sheng Tingzhou stared at her, his gaze calm.
But a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
He tilted his head slightly and asked in return.
"Are you trying to invite me?"
Song Zhiwei: "..."
I didn't mean that at all.
As the two were talking, their phone rang again.
She hadn't even reached for her phone yet.
Sheng Tingzhou's voice drifted over slowly.
"Is it your uncle again?"
"Tsk."
Song Zhiwei gave a light snort, her eyebrows slightly raised, her tone revealing a hint of impatience.
"Why are relatives with no blood relation being watched over more closely than one's own brother?"
That sounds weird.
Song Zhiwei frowned, her fingertips paused slightly, and her gaze subconsciously swept towards Sheng Tingzhou's profile.
I wanted to glean some clues from his face.
Strangely enough, she didn't get angry after listening for so long.
She glanced down at the screen.
It's a landline number, and the location is listed as the suburbs of City S.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the number for Cloud Top Manor.
In that instant, a mischievous thought suddenly popped into her head as she slightly raised the corners of her lips.
She simply shoved her phone screen right in front of his eyes.
"President Sheng, you're wrong."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping lightly across the screen, glancing at her barely concealed smugness, and scoffed.
Song Zhiwei pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.
Xie Lingling's gentle yet slightly weary voice came from the other end of the line again.
"Zhiwei, today is your birthday. Mom made pork rib soup, and specially added yam and red dates. I want to send it to you. Where are you now? Tell me your address, and I'll have the driver deliver it to you."
“I’m away on a business trip,” Song Zhiwei said calmly. “I appreciate Tang’s thoughtfulness, thank you. But please don’t do this again in the future, there’s no need to go to such lengths.”
Xie Lingling sensed the distance in her words.
She remained silent for a few seconds, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and she understood.
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