Chapter 10 I'll Wait for You to Leave
This incident became one of the most profound and painful memories of her childhood.
After that, she never dared to touch mangoes again.
When she was a child, she once developed a high fever in the middle of the night. In her delirium, she cried and dialed Qin Yunshu's number.
On the other end of the phone, Qin Yunshu's voice still sounded sleepy.
But when I heard her sobbing and saying, "I ate a mango... my whole body hurts," I immediately came to my senses.
She asked for the address, drove over without hesitation, and stayed with her until dawn.
But that was many years ago.
Later, Qin Yunshu went abroad, and they gradually lost contact.
Life moves so fast that I can't even take care of myself.
Perhaps he has long forgotten the girl who cried and trembled while holding the IV drip on that rainy night, and he has also forgotten the sentence she repeatedly emphasized.
"I can't eat mangoes, I'm allergic to them."
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The snow in Yancheng.
It rained for five whole days, and finally stopped today.
The snow outside the window was thick and white, and icicles hung from the eaves.
The whole city looked like it had been washed clean.
Song Zhiwei's cold is completely cured.
The cough and nasal congestion that had plagued me for days have finally subsided, and my breathing has become much easier.
She stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her slightly pale face, and gently exhaled.
After staying indoors for five days, my body finally recovered from this sudden cold.
Early in the morning, she got up, washed up, and changed into a well-tailored black suit.
She straightened her tie in front of the mirror.
She then took out the newly bought white long down jacket from the closet and put it on.
The down jacket was fluffy and soft, making her figure look slender.
Today, she is getting ready to go out for a job interview.
Over the past week, she has received interview invitations from five law firms.
She wasn't very interested in three of them, and their locations were also remote.
But there are two places she has always longed for.
One is a well-known red-circle law firm in the industry, specializing in criminal defense.
The other is an emerging boutique law firm that specializes in commercial dispute resolution; its team is young but has achieved remarkable results.
After careful consideration, she decided to visit that boutique law firm first.
If all goes well, I'll head to the institute in the red circle for the retest this afternoon.
The opportunity was rare, and she didn't want to delay too long because of a cold.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Zhou Yuze sitting on the sofa in the lobby looking at his phone.
He was wearing a dark gray cashmere coat, with a section of his white shirt peeking out from the collar.
Morning light streamed in through the glass window.
Song Zhiwei paused slightly, somewhat surprised: "You're not working today?"
She knew that Zhou Yuze had been working almost non-stop since he started his own business three years ago.
He runs a consulting firm that focuses on high-end real estate investment.
Our clients are all industry leaders, with projects coming one after another, and we frequently travel all over the country for meetings.
Normally, we wouldn't even meet at home.
He often takes half a day to reply to WeChat messages.
She never expected that such a rare day off would coincide with the time she was going out.
Zhou Yuze looked up at the sound, his gaze falling on her. After a brief look, he nodded.
"I'm taking a day off today. Yiqing needs my help with something, and I'm waiting for her."
Song Zhiwei's heart clenched.
She felt as if someone had gently bumped her chest, and a dull ache followed.
She had clearly decided to let go.
The night before I returned to China five years ago.
She sat alone in the airport waiting area and wrote a letter that would never be sent.
She bid farewell to Zhou Yuze in her heart and severed ties with that relationship that should never have existed.
But some feelings are buried too deep, their roots already entwined in our flesh and blood.
It's not something that can be easily severed with a simple "let go".
"Then I'll be going now."
Zhou Yuze suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute."
He put down his phone, his brow furrowed slightly.
"You've just recovered from your illness, where are you going now?"
Song Zhiwei stopped and turned to look at him, answering frankly, "I'm going for an interview."
She didn't intend to keep it a secret.
Since I have already decided to stay and develop my career in Yancheng.
He'll find out about these things sooner or later.
Zhou Yuze remained silent for two seconds.
He then got up and picked up his black wool coat from behind the sofa.
"I send you."
He said it bluntly.
Song Zhiwei immediately shook her head.
"No need, aren't you waiting for your aunt?"
She knew that Lin Yiqing was preparing for an important industry forum.
It's already quite remarkable that he could spare a day to wait for her.
She didn't want to hold them back because of her own affairs.
"It doesn't matter."
Zhou Yuze said casually as he put on his coat.
“All the drivers are out today, there’s no one available. You haven’t been back for five years, Yancheng has changed a lot, there are two more elevated roads, and the main roads have been rerouted. I’m not comfortable letting you drive by yourself.”
After he finished speaking, he strode towards the door.
The entryway door was pulled open, and a blast of cold air rushed in.
Song Zhiwei stood there, watching the door slowly close, and remained motionless for a long time.
After a while, she sighed softly and followed.
Song Zhiwei sighed, feeling somewhat helpless, but she could only obediently comply and get into the car.
The car door slammed shut, and she leaned back in her seat.
Where to?
As Zhou Yuze took the bag from her hand, he bent down to light the fire.
He then turned the steering wheel and aimed the car at the exit of the residential area.
Song Zhiwei slowly fastened her seatbelt, her fingertips pausing for a moment on the metal buckle before she softly gave an address.
"Feiyun Technology Headquarters, No. 8, West District Science and Technology Park".
Zhou Yuce quickly turned on the navigation, entered the destination, and the car slowly drove out of the residential area.
The tires made a slight "crunching" sound as they rolled over small pebbles on the ground.
Sunlight streamed in through the windshield.
She glanced at her phone screen and swiped her finger across the navigation screen.
The location turned out to be quite far, requiring about an hour and a half by car.
The traffic wasn't too congested.
However, there are many traffic lights, and the journey can take even longer during rush hour.
If I really end up working here in the future.
Living in Genting Manor is too much of a hassle; she'll have to move sooner or later.
It takes more than three hours to commute each day.
Just thinking about it is exhausting.
Moreover, company work schedules are not always fixed.
If I have to work overtime, I probably won't get home until almost midnight.
Zhou Yuze also thought of this, and tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
"You only invested in this one company? Didn't you consider others?"
Song Zhiwei shook her head gently, her voice very faint.
"We also applied to four other companies: two in the city center, one in the High-tech Park, and the other on the outer ring road."
She paused, then added, "This was the last interview I conducted."
Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said gently, "Let's choose a closer one, so you don't have to travel every day. It's not safe for a girl like you to travel back and forth all the time."
With the car window half-open, a cool breeze blew in, and he reached out to turn down the air conditioning.
She gave a soft "hmm," her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
But she had already made up her mind to move away.
It's not because I don't want to get close to anyone.
Rather, it's because she knows it clearly.
She doesn't have the surname Zhou, so it's not appropriate for her to keep living in someone else's house.
More than an hour later, the car stopped at its destination.
High-rise buildings stand tall, and the park is spacious.
The logo of Feiyun Technology gleamed silver in the sunlight.
Song Zhiwei took a deep breath, took off her heavy down jacket, folded it, and placed it on the passenger seat.
She straightened her black suit, smoothed out a wrinkle on the cuff, and then looked down to check if the collar was straight.
Turning to the driver, he said, "Uncle, my interview might take a long time. You should go home first. Don't delay your work."
Zhou Yuze reached out, his slender fingers gently brushing across her forehead, smoothing a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind.
"No rush, I'll wait for you."
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