Chapter 196 He Reaps What He Sows
As long as he continues to protect you openly, no matter how ruthless Sheng Tingzhou is, he won't dare to do anything to you.
Chen Yun's heart sank suddenly, as if she had stepped into thin air and fallen into an abyss.
How did he know Sheng Zhengfeng?
How do you know she's trying to win over the second uncle who has influence in the Sheng family?
Could it be...?
Was he spying on her from the very beginning?
Were we just waiting for her to be caught?
A chill ran from her feet to the top of her head, and cold sweat instantly broke out on her back. Her throat felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.
This man is not human at all; he is a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, silently coiling around you and tightening his grip little by little until you are unable to move, your blood congeals, and your life is extinguished—only then will he let go.
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Song Zhiwei accompanied Sheng Tingzhou until he finished the last bite of his food. Seeing him put down his chopsticks, she gently folded her napkin and placed it on the table.
The waiter came over, she took the bill, and skillfully scanned the code to pay.
Just as he put his phone back in his bag, Sheng Tingzhou's phone suddenly rang, the ringtone short and cold.
He glanced down at the screen, his brows furrowing instantly, his eyes sharpening as if he had sensed some danger.
Without hesitation, he stood up and said in a low but clear voice, "I'm going out to take a call."
"Um."
Song Zhiwei responded, picked up her bag, and walked slowly to the restaurant entrance.
The glass door opened, and a cold wind carrying fine snow rushed in. She tilted her head slightly, looking at the gray sky. Snowflakes fell one by one onto her eyelashes, melting quickly like silent tears.
She stood there blankly, her eyes unfocused, as if her thoughts had drifted away with the snowflakes.
Zhou Yunsheng was out relaxing with a group of friends today. The group was chatting and laughing as they walked through the bustling commercial street.
The night market was brightly lit, with neon lights flashing, and bustling with people.
He was walking while looking down at his phone when suddenly his gaze froze, fixing on a figure not far ahead—a figure he knew all too well.
The guy next to him noticed he was daydreaming, nudged his side with his elbow, and teased in a low voice, "Hey, isn't that the girl standing at the coffee shop entrance, the one you picked up? Song Zhiwei?"
Zhou Yunsheng's gaze was fixed on Song Zhiwei's face, his eyes so deep they were almost unfathomable.
He didn't say anything, but subconsciously narrowed his eyes and then nodded slightly, the movement very light, yet revealing a suppressed and complex emotion.
The man clicked his tongue, whistled, and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, this little girl is getting more and more outstanding! She's really pretty, with delicate features and a clean, elegant demeanor. She's even more pleasing to the eye than those internet celebrities who are always trending on social media. How about we take her out for a stroll sometime? Let us broaden our horizons too?"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yunsheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back of the head. The force was so great that the man staggered two steps.
His face was cold, and his voice carried an undeniable warning: "Screw you! Who gave you permission to talk nonsense? I haven't even touched her yet, who gave you the right to spout such nonsense?"
The man clutched the back of his head in pain, but still grinned and shrank back, trying to smooth things over with a forced smile: "Oh dear, it was my fault for being so loose-lipped, Brother Zhou, please don't be angry. I misspoke, I deserve to be hit. You go first, you go first, I was just saying it offhand, hehe, don't take it seriously."
Zhou Yunsheng glared at him coldly, a fierce glint in his eyes, then ignored him and strode towards Song Zhiwei.
The sound of his high heels clicking on the snow was crisp and clear; his steps were steady and carried an air of authority.
As he approached, he tilted his head, a flippant smile playing on his lips, and said casually, "Oh, did the sun rise in the west today? Instead of going to fawn over your uncle, you're just standing here waiting for me?"
Song Zhiwei, who had been looking down, suddenly looked up when she heard that familiar yet nauseating voice.
Her gaze met that handsome face, yet filled with malice, and her stomach churned, as if it were being scraped by rough sandpaper.
Without the slightest hesitation, she sneered and said in a clear and sharp voice, "I'll wait until you're buried."
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The smile on Zhou Yunsheng's face froze instantly, and his expression turned ashen.
The friends who had been laughing and joking all fell silent, realizing the awkward atmosphere, and quickly backed away.
In front of so many brothers, being publicly humiliated by a "sister" whom he had always trampled underfoot, the burning sense of shame instantly burned on his cheeks, and anger surged from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head like a raging fire.
"You bitch!"
He roared, his eyes turning bloodshot, and his right hand shot up, the wind whistling as it flew straight towards Song Zhiwei's cheek.
Song Zhiwei was prepared and reacted very quickly.
She quickly took two steps back, her movements unusually agile, and at the same time, she grabbed her bag from her shoulder and held it in front of her.
The slap landed heavily on the bag, making a dull thud.
Zhou Yunsheng was about to pounce on her again when several of his brothers immediately surrounded him, stopping him with their hands and saying anxiously, "Yunsheng, no, no, no! Calm down, don't take it to heart. She's young and doesn't know any better. It's normal for her to say the wrong thing sometimes. Don't hold it against her!"
He was blocked by someone, and with nowhere to vent his anger, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the guy who had just advised him to "take his sister out for a walk".
Caught off guard, the man slipped and lost his balance, tumbling headlong into the thick snowdrift by the roadside. He looked like a drowned rat, choking on several mouthfuls of snow.
The scene fell silent instantly.
The others were too frightened to offer any more advice, and they all shrank back, fearing that they would be the next ones to suffer.
Song Zhiwei frowned, her eyes as cold as ice.
Without saying a word, she quickly took out her phone from her bag, swiped her finger across the screen, and prepared to dial the police.
Zhou Yunsheng reacted swiftly, rushing forward with the speed of a cheetah, snatching her phone and stuffing it into his pocket.
He looked down at her, a mocking smile twisting his lips: "Song Zhiwei, you're being ungrateful, aren't you? Someone like you, so filthy, I don't even want to waste my breath talking to you."
She met his gaze without flinching.
There was no fear in those clear eyes, only an unfathomable chill.
She saw it clearly—the fire burning in his eyes wasn't anger, but poison, hatred, and a malice that wanted to devour her alive.
She gripped her bag tightly, her knuckles white, and retreated steadily step by step, her voice cold and clear: "Zhou Yunsheng, this is the main entrance of the mall, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. If you dare to touch me again, I'll send you to jail right here. Let's see if you're tough enough to talk back, or if the law will prevail."
He chuckled, took a step closer, and lowered his voice to a whisper, like a viper's hiss: "You think I'm afraid? Cameras? Ha... Don't forget—your mother is still living in my Zhou family's house. She's fed, clothed, and cared for entirely by my Zhou family. Tell me, am I afraid or not?"
Song Zhiwei paused for a moment, then gave a smile colder than ice, the curve of her lips revealing a chilling sarcasm.
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