Chapter 89 Entrepreneurship
Song Zhiwei was stunned, and her heart skipped a beat.
She immediately remembered what he had said last night.
Is he serious?
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, a chaotic jumble.
Why would he want her to like him?
Just because she's pleasing to the eye, did you just have a whim?
Or perhaps, he was actually a little bit tempted?
People like him come from distinguished backgrounds and are exceptionally capable.
He has never lacked admirers or women who take the initiative to approach him.
And what about her?
A girl who lives cautiously, burdened by past wounds.
She couldn't understand his thoughts, and dared not easily fall in love.
Any more pain and she might collapse completely.
Seeing that she was keeping her head down and not speaking, her eyes were darting around, and her fingertips were slightly curled up.
Sheng Tingzhou didn't press the matter further.
He knew she was afraid and hesitant.
The car came to a smooth stop downstairs from where she lived, bathed in the dim light of the streetlights.
The two got out of the car one after the other, the night breeze gently brushing their cheeks.
The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and the corridor was so quiet that you could hear the echo of footsteps.
As soon as she reached the door, Song Zhiwei saw a person leaning against the wall.
It was Zhou Yuze.
She paused, then softly called out, "Uncle."
Why are you standing here?
Zhou Yuze snapped out of his daze, glanced at her, and after a brief exchange of glances, his gaze slowly fell on Sheng Tingzhou behind her.
In that instant, his fingers trembled slightly, and the ash fell silently.
Cigarette ash fell and burned my finger.
He hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette, his movements somewhat rushed.
You're back?
Song Zhiwei nodded, stepped forward, took out her keys, and opened the door.
Zhou Yuze continued to stare at Sheng Tingzhou not far away, his eyes turning cold for a moment.
He followed her into the living room, casually closing the door behind him to block out the noise from the outside world.
The room was very quiet; the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
"You and Sheng Tingzhou... seem to be getting quite close?"
Song Zhiwei wanted to say, "That's not true."
But as soon as the words reached his lips, it felt as if something was gently stuck in his throat.
She subconsciously bit her lower lip, and the scene from last night uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.
Under the dim light, he suddenly approached.
Then, without warning, he kissed her.
So, the words he wanted to deny were ultimately left unsaid.
"fine."
Zhou Yuce stood next to the trash can, a cigarette butt still burning between his fingers.
He flicked it gently, and the spark traced a faint arc in the air.
It then fell into the dark barrel with a soft "hissing" sound.
He looked up at her, his voice low and slow.
Have you ever thought about opening your own law firm?
"ah?"
Song Zhiwei suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
She stared at him blankly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, not understanding why he would suddenly bring up such a topic at this moment.
Zhou Yuce's tone remained calm.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture upright.
"Zhiwei, with your skills and education, you're quite capable and have a good network of connections. Wouldn't it be better for you to be your own boss?"
He paused, his gaze falling on her face, and then spoke the second half of his sentence, word by word.
"It's better than always working for someone else."
Song Zhiwei did not respond.
She lowered her head, her gaze falling on her interlaced fingers.
Indeed, when she first returned to China, she dreamed more than once about opening her own law firm.
But then... too many things happened.
Now, she is preparing to completely sever ties with the Zhou family.
It's difficult enough to travel alone.
If you were to start a business again, wouldn't funding, resources, case sources, and connections be insurmountable obstacles in your path?
How could she easily overcome this obstacle?
Noticing her silence, Zhou Yuze did not press her for details, but instead added a casual remark.
"If you're worried about not having enough cases, I can introduce you to clients."
He paused, his gaze intently locking onto her eyes.
"As long as you're willing to do it, I'll help you in any way I can."
At that moment, the room was so quiet that the ticking of the wall clock could be clearly heard.
Song Zhiwei sat on the edge of the soft sofa, turning slightly to look at the man beside her.
But the more familiar the scene became, the more bittersweet her heart felt.
After a long time, she finally mustered up her courage.
"Uncle, I don't want to depend on anyone."
She's not Zhou Xiaolu; she won't have someone risking their life to protect her when she makes a mistake.
Even if you're willing to be nice to me now.
But is this kind of "good" really reliable?
It's like a leaf floating on the water, seemingly stable, but actually drifting with the current.
When the wind blows, they will scatter and drift away.
If I accept your help and place my future in your hands...
What should I do when it suddenly disappears one day?
Zhou Yuze remained silent.
He was her uncle, a relative who watched her grow up.
But at this moment, he couldn't tell whether those words were her true feelings, or because...
She already has someone else in her heart.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally raised his hand and gently touched her head.
"Zhiwei, I'm your uncle, why are you being so polite to me?"
He wished she could still be like she was when she was a child, skipping and jumping into the study in her little dress, smiling and calling him "Uncle".
Then she threw herself into his arms and chattered on about the little things that happened at school.
Back then, she was his little sun, the only bright spot in his gloomy life.
But things are different now.
She has grown up, and she has changed.
There seemed to be an invisible wall between them.
They were so close, yet they could never touch each other again.
Song Zhiwei felt the warmth coming from above her head.
The temperature was so familiar that her eyes welled up with tears almost instantly.
She remembered that when she had a fever as a child, he stayed by her bedside all night, wiping her forehead with a warm towel over and over again.
I remember the first time she lost a competition, he held an umbrella in the rain to pick her up and take her home, getting himself soaked rather than letting her take another step.
But she was no longer the carefree little girl she used to be.
Having experienced betrayal, misunderstanding, indifference, and loneliness, she had long understood that relying on others was ultimately not as reliable as relying on herself.
"Uncle, I'm doing quite well at the company now. My job is stable, I get along well with my colleagues, and my boss appreciates me. I've never thought about going solo."
"Maybe that day will come in the future, and I'll consider starting a business when I'm truly ready."
But now is really not the time.
Zhou Yuce stared into her earnest eyes.
He didn't try to persuade her further, but simply pursed his lips and slowly withdrew his hand.
"Okay, I won't force you. I'll support whatever you do."
"Whenever you figure things out, just tell me. Your uncle will always be there for you."
"Yes, thank you, Uncle."
Song Zhiwei smiled, a gentle curve appearing at the corners of her mouth.
But the smile didn't truly reach his eyes.
Zhou Yuze then asked, "Have you had dinner yet? Do you want me to take you out for a late-night snack?"
"have eaten."
She answered in a low voice, her eyes slightly darting away.
Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about the sudden kiss after dinner.
That man... is becoming increasingly inconsiderate.
Does he treat other women the same way?
The thought suddenly popped into my head.
She forced herself not to think about it, but the image kept replaying in her mind.
Thinking back to what I had just witnessed.
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