Chapter 38 Coincidence
"Let's observe her for a while longer. If she's still dizzy, we'll have to go to the hospital."
Song Zhiwei's cheeks were still flushed as she spoke softly.
"Thanks."
The sound was so soft it was almost like a mosquito's hum.
Sheng Tingzhou glanced at her, then stopped teasing her.
He turned around and sat back on the sofa.
"What would you like to eat for lunch? I bought some groceries on my way back."
Song Zhiwei raised her head, her eyes brightened, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Or... shall I do it?"
He glanced at her sideways, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“Miss Song, I’m not that heartless as to make a patient get up and cook for me. You just lie there quietly, I’ll cook for you.”
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei lowered her head and remained silent.
She stared at her fingertips, thinking that she wasn't completely immobile; at least she could cook some noodles.
Sheng Tingzhou took the initiative to name a few dishes.
He read it aloud while flipping through his phone's notes app.
"Steamed fish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and winter melon and pork rib soup—you can eat these, right? Keep it light; it's better for your health right now."
"Um."
She nodded, her voice soft but her attitude earnest.
Then, she lifted the covers and slowly got out of bed.
"I'm going home first."
She said it, her tone becoming more firm.
"Take a shower and change your clothes. You can't keep wearing a hospital gown."
"OK."
Sheng Tingzhou responded softly.
He stood quietly in place, watching her leave.
Stepping out of the bedroom, my footsteps swayed almost silently on the soft carpet.
As she passed through the living room, her gaze inadvertently swept over the surroundings.
Only then did they realize that although they lived across the hall from each other, his house was obviously much bigger than theirs.
It's not just a difference in size, but also a huge disparity in style and texture.
This living room alone is more than twice as spacious as hers.
The arrangement of the furniture is also very particular.
The leather sofa has smooth lines, and a uniquely shaped floor lamp sits on the coffee table.
There was also a black piano in the corner.
The piano lid was half open, as if someone had just played it.
She was about to open the door and leave.
But at that very moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.
It makes a soft "click" sound.
The door crack widened, and a face that was all too familiar suddenly appeared before her eyes.
It was Zhou Yuze.
His gaze immediately fell on Song Zhiwei.
Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were dark and bluish-black.
He looked as tired as if he had stayed up all night.
His heart sank, and his tone unconsciously became tinged with worry.
"Didn't you say you went to work? Why do you look so pale? Are you sick?"
Song Zhiwei's throat tightened.
For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.
She stood there, her fingers still on the doorknob, her heart suddenly racing.
Zhou Yuze has always been astute.
And this was the last thing she wanted to see him at.
She pursed her dry lips, forcing herself to calm down.
She looked up at him, trying her best to smile.
"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night and I'm a little tired. What brings you here all of a sudden?"
Zhou Yuce raised his left hand and glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist.
He paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand.
His voice was deep and gentle.
“You said you were fine on the phone last night, but I still felt uneasy. You never call me first, let alone call me in the middle of the night, and you hang up abruptly after only a few words. I was worried, so I came to check on you.”
He paused, his eyes flickering slightly.
"If you're really okay, why would you suddenly call?"
Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips went slightly numb.
"I'm really fine."
She held on, her voice soft yet firm.
"Don't worry, work is important. You should go back and get busy. It's so cold outside, don't linger here."
After she finished speaking, she tried to turn away.
Zhou Yuze, however, did not let her leave.
His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes deep and intense.
Like a bottomless lake.
He looked at it very carefully.
From the disheveled strands of her hair to the faint red marks on her collar.
Then there's her evasive gaze and her trembling fingertips.
He keenly sensed her unease.
He opened his mouth, about to ask something.
Suddenly, a low male voice came from behind.
"Why aren't you taking a shower yet? Are you waiting for me at the door?"
The moment that sound was uttered, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Zhou Yuze suddenly looked up.
His gaze passed over Song Zhiwei's thin shoulders and landed behind her.
Sheng Tingzhou was only wearing a loose white silk nightgown.
The belt around her waist was tied casually, hanging loosely at her side.
His hair was a little messy, and his eyes were not fully awake.
With a hint of sleepiness from just waking up.
Zhou Yuce's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and his heart sank.
The scene was too jarring.
Song Zhiwei stood inside the door, while Sheng Tingzhou approached her from behind.
He held onto the door frame with one hand, trapping her in the narrow space between himself and the door.
Their posture was so intimate it bordered on invasive.
"Yuce?"
Sheng Tingzhou raised an eyebrow, his tone still languid.
What are you doing here?
Zhou Yuce stared at the scene, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly, a dull ache spreading through him.
He looked at Song Zhiwei's lowered eyes.
Looking at Sheng Tingzhou's figure so close at hand.
Looking at the almost touching distance between them.
He suddenly realized that he had arrived too late.
His throat bobbed, and he forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, his tone turning cold.
What are you doing here?
Sheng Tingzhou glanced at him indifferently, his eyes showing a hint of nonchalance.
"My home."
"Your home?"
Zhou Yuze almost immediately retorted with a question.
His gaze remained fixed on Song Zhiwei, his voice kept extremely low.
"Zhiwei, what exactly happened? How did you end up living with him?"
Song Zhiwei was stunned.
I never expected to witness this scene under these circumstances.
Her expression changed slightly, and she quickly waved her hand to explain.
"You've got it wrong! I really don't live here, I just... I live in the apartment next door."
Zhou Yuze's chest heaved.
His tone was so harsh that it was almost devoid of any warmth.
"Let's go back to your place first and talk about it then."
Song Zhiwei bit her lower lip and didn't argue anymore.
Silently, I walked to the door next door and quickly entered numbers on the combination lock with my fingertips.
As soon as the door opened, Zhou Yuze grabbed her wrist without saying a word and strode inside.
He slammed the door shut with a "bang".
The sound faded away heavily.
"Now, explain yourself clearly, what exactly happened?"
Song Zhiwei felt a shiver run through her heart as he stared into her unfathomable eyes.
He lowered his head unconsciously.
"It's just a coincidence that I only found out when I moved here that Brother Tingzhou lived next door."
"happen?"
Zhou Yuce let out a cold laugh.
"So many coincidences? You call it just chance?"
The black coat she wore that day kept flashing through his mind uncontrollably.
This is exactly the style that Sheng Tingzhou likes.
And earlier in the private room, the two of them were so close.
Their actions were so intimate that they didn't seem like just neighbors.
He stared straight at her.
Suppressed anger and unease surged in his eyes.
The tone of his voice unconsciously carried a hint of reproach.
"You moved out of the Zhou family just to get involved with him? To get closer to him?"
These words were like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into Song Zhiwei's heart.
Everything that happened last night had already left her mentally and physically exhausted.
At this moment, she was questioned in this way by the man she trusted and relied on the most.
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