Chapter 112 I have no right to ask.
Only when the teacup shattered on the ground did he finally understand.
This man has her in his heart more deeply than anyone else.
Sheng Tingzhou stared at him, and suddenly a smirk appeared on his lips.
"Do you really think Song Zhiwei is the kind of pushover who doesn't hold grudges?"
He paused, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Some things, once done, are done. Every time you show your face to her, her heart is turned over again. It's not that she can't forget, it's that every time she sees you, it hurts again."
"If you really care about her, you should make a phone call, send her something, and stay far away. Don't keep hanging around her like a ghost."
Mo Huaizhi was suddenly startled, and his mind went blank.
He suddenly regained consciousness.
I remembered the look in Zhiwei's eyes just now.
Cold, indifferent, and aloof.
He really shouldn't have believed Qiao Yiqing's nonsense.
But what about now?
She avoids him whenever she sees him, and doesn't even reply to his messages.
But none of that matters anymore.
The important thing is that he was still foolish enough to believe that she would come back.
He slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Yes, he deserved it.
He sighed and said softly, "I understand."
"Go back, and don't come back."
Sheng Tingzhou stood in the shadows of the entryway, his back against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
He was wearing a dark gray loungewear set, with the collar slightly open.
The light shone obliquely on his face, creating a dim and half-lit effect.
He felt no anger or blame towards Mo Huaizhi, only utter weariness.
"Go back, and don't come back."
Mo Huaizhi opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Sheng Tingzhou held no anger, only disappointment.
In the end, he said nothing and turned away.
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In the evening, Song Zhiwei carried the trash downstairs with light steps.
She finished work early today and cooked a bowl of noodles when she got home.
After finishing the meal, I quickly cleaned up the kitchen trash.
The early winter wind was a bit chilly, so she hunched her shoulders and zipped her down jacket all the way up.
The hallway was quiet, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing.
She had just opened the unit door when the door of the apartment across the street opened at the same time.
She was about to greet her when she saw a woman in a white cashmere coat walk out.
The woman was tall and slender, wearing a pure white coat with a soft, fluffy fur collar.
"Hi."
The woman smiled at her, her tone familiar.
But when Song Zhiwei saw that smile, it inexplicably made her heart tighten.
She paused slightly, then subconsciously took a small step back.
Song Zhiwei was stunned, and then she remembered.
Isn't this the doctor that Sheng Tingzhou invited for the check-up last time?
That day, she was organizing documents in her office when she saw Sheng Tingzhou being helped back, his face pale.
He refused to go to the hospital and instead had his assistant urgently contact the private doctor.
She was hiding in the corner of the corridor when she secretly glanced at the woman's face.
I remember she was very calm when she came in. She didn't ask any questions and immediately took out her stethoscope and started examining me.
But now, she walked out of President Sheng's house dressed appropriately.
"Mr. Sheng...are you not feeling well?"
She blurted out the question.
She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.
This question is too abrupt and too presumptuous; it's not something she should be asking at all.
Chen Yun smiled and closed the door behind her.
"No, I didn't become his private doctor."
"He's in good spirits today, I just came over to sit for a while."
"oh."
Song Zhiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed her into the elevator.
Actually, she didn't know what she was nervous about.
Perhaps it was because Sheng Tingzhou's health condition had been a constant source of worry for her.
Perhaps it was... a little secret she didn't want to admit.
But hearing that he was alright made her feel a little more at ease.
The elevator doors slowly closed, and the mirror reflected the two figures side by side.
One is simple and elegant, the other is luxurious.
Chen Yun casually tossed her curly hair, her movements languid and elegant.
Her gaze lingered on Song Zhiwei, from her clothes to her expression, and even her slightly curled fingers.
After a moment, she smiled gently.
"Are you Tingzhou's secretary? He's mentioned you a few times, saying you're quite capable."
"Thanks."
Song Zhiwei gripped the garbage bag tightly, her fingers clenching slightly.
She is indeed capable, but that's because she's afraid of making mistakes.
Sheng Tingzhou has extremely high standards and cannot tolerate the slightest carelessness.
She arrives at the company half an hour early every day to organize documents, schedule appointments, and handle unexpected events.
She arranged almost his entire life in an orderly manner.
But he was her boss, and she was his subordinate.
She didn't ask for more.
But hearing the woman in front of her say "he mentioned you" made her heart beat faster for no reason.
who is she?
He could call her "Tingzhou" directly, in a tone so intimate it didn't sound like a normal friend.
Song Zhiwei looked down at the elevator floor numbers slowly changing, her heart filled with ripples.
Chen Yun continued, "Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Chen Yun, and I grew up with Tingzhou. Our families have always had a good relationship."
“My father and his father were comrades-in-arms. We often played together in the compound when we were young. He taught me to ride a bicycle, and I helped him copy his homework.”
She smiled as she spoke, her eyes curving slightly.
"Although we went abroad separately later, we have always kept in touch."
"I happened to have nothing to do today, so I came to see him."
“He’s been too busy lately and doesn’t look well, so I just stopped by to check on him.”
She sighed softly, her voice filled with heartache.
"He's always like this, he works like his life depends on it."
She wasn't the stunningly beautiful type; her face was clean and pretty.
He exuded a faint sense of detachment.
It possesses a non-threatening beauty, yet it makes people hesitant to approach it easily.
Her clothing, speech, and mannerisms all exuded the air of a young lady.
Even if Song Zhiwei was naive, she would sense something was off when such a sentence suddenly came out.
What is she implying?
Song Zhiwei's fingertips felt slightly cool, but her palms were a little sweaty.
She looked down at her shadow swaying slightly on the elevator floor tiles.
Then, she gently tugged at the corners of her mouth, managing a weak smile.
"Oh? President Sheng has never mentioned you before. This is the first time I've heard of you."
Chen Yun's smile froze for two seconds.
She then curled her lips into a sneer.
"Why should I tell your assistant about my business with him? Who do you think you are to interfere?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator dinged.
She turned and left without looking back.
Song Zhiwei watched her retreating figure, her eyes slightly darkening.
After a long while, she walked over and threw the trash bag in her hand into the trash can.
Then she turned around, adjusted her scarf, and strode towards the elevator.
The next morning, she picked up her bag and prepared to leave.
Before I could even take a step, I saw that the door across the street was open.
Sheng Tingzhou was standing at the door.
She lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, and quickened her pace to enter the elevator.
Sheng Tingzhou frowned as he watched her hurried departure.
Why did you leave without saying a word?
He clearly remembered that she had sent him a message last night saying to leave early today.
But right now, he didn't even give her a glance.
He was about to chase after them to ask for clarification when the elevator doors slammed shut.
The snow in Yancheng is still falling endlessly.
In another month, it will be Chinese New Year.
Looking at the white, misty street ahead, Song Zhiwei felt a sudden heaviness in her heart.
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