Chapter 15 Who Pays the Bill?
Her voice trembled, her lips turned pale, and she tried to force a look of remorse.
But deep in his eyes, a trace of resentment still lingered.
Even though she secretly wished she could tear Song Zhiwei to pieces.
At this moment, she could only bow her head, admit her mistake, and swallow her anger.
Song Zhiwei quietly looked at the woman in front of her.
Without saying a word, she raised her right hand and slapped down without hesitation.
"Slap—" A crisp, loud slap.
Zhou Xiaolu's face was slapped so hard it turned sharply to the side.
She instinctively raised her hand to cover her cheek.
He froze on the spot, his eyes wide open.
The wealthy young ladies nearby were all stunned, forgetting to put down their bags.
No one could believe that the "outsider" who had grown up in the Zhou family and always tolerated them would actually dare to make a move.
Moreover, it was the eldest daughter of the Zhou family who was beaten!
“Xiaolu, as your younger sister, I shouldn’t have treated you like this. But today, in front of so many people, you not only humiliated me but also dragged Uncle into it. Have you seriously considered how the entire upper class will view the Zhou family once these words get out? The Zhou family’s reputation is not just about you and me, but about the entire family.”
“My surname is Song. I don’t care about my reputation. I don’t care what others think of me. But don’t forget, your surname is Zhou! You are the rightful daughter of the Zhou family. If the Zhou family loses face because of your words and actions, do you think you can remain unscathed?”
Song Zhiwei stared at her coldly, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
Back in school, Zhou Xiaolu once deliberately gathered a group of girls, cornered her in a corner of the restroom, and took turns slapping her.
At that time, she had only been in the Zhou family for a short time. Her identity was sensitive, so she was very careful in everything she did, afraid that she would be kicked out of the house if she was not careful.
She lowered her head, bit her lip, and dared not even shed a tear, silently enduring the pain.
She remembered that humiliation, the pain of which kept her awake all night.
But things are different now.
She's about to move out of the Zhou family home.
She no longer needs to live at the mercy of anyone, nor does she need to compromise herself just to stay.
From this day forward, she will be in control of her own life.
Zhou Xiaolu covered her burning cheeks, her fingers trembling slightly, her eyes quickly reddening, and tears welling up in her eyes.
She stared intently at Song Zhiwei, her lips moving, her voice low and hoarse, but she could only manage to utter two words.
"knew."
Song Zhiwei remained expressionless and snatched her phone back.
When her fingertips touched the cool body of the machine, her emotions calmed down a little.
Zhou Xiaolu felt extremely embarrassed.
She couldn't stay any longer, so she turned around abruptly and rushed out the door without looking back.
The group of girls who had been surrounding her exchanged glances upon seeing this, their expressions varying.
They scattered immediately, hurriedly following Zhou Xiaolu away, afraid of getting into trouble.
After everyone had left, silence returned to the entrance of the private room.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxed slightly, but her fingers were still trembling slightly.
His toughness just now was all an act.
When faced with such a scene, who could remain completely unmoved?
She turned around, intending to go to the front desk to pay the bill and leave this place that was making her feel upset as soon as possible.
As soon as I looked up, my gaze unexpectedly met a pair of eyes that were filled with amusement.
The man was wearing a well-tailored black suit.
He leaned against the wall, one leg slightly bent, his posture seemingly casual.
The crystal chandelier overhead cast a soft light.
He was both lazy and incredibly aristocratic.
Song Zhiwei froze on the spot, her steps faltering, her mind blank, and her heart racing uncontrollably.
She didn't know what to say, and even her breathing became cautious.
Did he see everything that just happened?
When did he arrive?
Those words just now...
Those disputes about the Zhou family, her uncle, and her relationship with Zhou Xiaolu...
Did they hear everything?
Sheng Tingzhou noticed that she was standing there motionless, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
He walked over slowly, his leather shoes making almost no sound on the carpet.
Yet every step he took felt like stepping on her heart.
He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and standing in front of her, he looked like a mountain.
It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
His presence was so close, the crisp scent of cedar filled the air.
This made her even more uneasy.
She finally found her voice and spoke softly.
"Brother Tingzhou, why are you out here?"
Sheng Tingzhou smiled lazily, his gaze still fixed on her face.
"I sat in the private room for ages and you didn't come back. I thought you'd slipped away and were planning to skip out on the bill."
Song Zhiwei quickly explained, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"I would never do that."
"Um."
He responded softly, his tone devoid of emotion.
She felt uneasy.
Standing under the dim light of the corridor, I couldn't help but slow down my breathing.
Finally, she mustered her courage and asked cautiously.
"Brother Tingzhou, how long have you been out? Did you hear anything just now?"
Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted her without hesitation.
"Just came out."
Song Zhiwei felt a sense of relief.
At least he didn't hear those unpleasant words.
But the next second, the man's casual remark struck her like a heavy hammer, plunging her into an icy abyss.
"However, it happened right after your older sister said you liked your uncle."
Song Zhiwei froze on the spot, her blood seemingly freezing instantly.
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and even the air felt heavy.
My face felt burning hot, as if I had been slapped in public.
Sheng Tingzhou looked at her momentarily flustered expression, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in his eyes.
He then chuckled softly.
"What a pity, your uncle already has a girlfriend."
Song Zhiwei instinctively gripped her coat tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
A chill ran from my feet straight up to my head, as if I had been stripped naked and thrown into the street.
Peeping eyes were watching from all directions.
She bit her lip, lowered her head, and avoided his eyes.
The sound was so faint it was almost inaudible.
"I...I'll go pay the bill."
After saying that, he staggered slightly and walked quickly toward the hall.
Just as she turned around, Sheng Tingzhou saw her eyelashes tremble slightly.
Like butterfly wings ruffled by the wind.
A thought suddenly struck him:
Isn't that going too far?
At the front desk.
Song Zhiwei gave her room number, her voice still trembling slightly.
The waiter checked the system and said politely.
"Miss, your table has already paid the bill."
She looked bewildered, her brows slightly furrowed.
"That's impossible, I didn't pay."
The waiter continued to smile.
"That's right, Mr. Sheng in your room is a top-tier member of our store. All expenses will be deducted directly from his account without any separate settlement."
Song Zhiwei was taken aback, her eyes unfocused, and she softly hummed in agreement.
Just then, Sheng Tingzhou walked down the corridor and stopped beside her.
Song Zhiwei looked at him, her cheeks still burning.
"Brother Tingzhou, could you send me the bill? I'll transfer the money to you."
I originally offered to treat everyone, but the other person ended up paying.
That's really unreasonable.
As Sheng Tingzhou walked out, he took out his phone.
I tapped the screen a few times with my finger.
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