Chapter 55 Greed
She bit her lip, and finally her fingertips touched the keyboard, typing a single word into the input box.
"good."
Then I clicked send.
After work, she picked up her bag and walked out of the law firm.
The evening breeze gently brushed against the damp ends of my hair, bringing a touch of coolness.
As soon as she stepped off the steps, her gaze was drawn to the black SUV parked at the entrance.
A tall figure stood beside the car; it was He Yufeng.
He was wearing a well-tailored dark suit and holding a striking bouquet of red roses.
Xu Xiaoting happened to be walking out of the elevator and immediately saw the scene, stopping in her tracks.
He then grinned and came over, giving Song Zhiwei a knowing look.
"Zhiwei, is this your boyfriend? Wow, how romantic!"
Song Zhiwei blushed and quickly waved her hand, lowering her voice.
"Not yet, it's just...we're going to have a meal together."
"Yo—"
Xu Xiaoting drawled out the words, her eyes full of mischievous amusement.
"Is that a suitor? Fine, fine, I won't disturb your romantic date!"
After saying that, she winked at Song Zhiwei, smiled, turned around, and ran away in a flash.
Song Zhiwei stood at the entrance of the law firm, clutching her bag strap, looking in He Yufeng's direction, about to take a step out.
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere and blocked her way.
She looked up abruptly, her heart skipping a beat.
It's Sheng Tingzhou.
He was wearing a black trench coat with perfectly straight shoulders.
Ever since that night, she has been deliberately avoiding him.
Even if they had to meet, she would simply lower her head and walk past quickly without saying a word.
"Not going back?"
Sheng Tingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly.
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.
"I made an appointment with someone."
She paused, as if afraid he might misunderstand something, and then added in a low voice, each word clear: "Don't worry, it's not my uncle."
Sheng Tingzhou's body stiffened slightly, his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, and then he tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile: "Is it really necessary to hold a grudge for so long?"
"President Sheng has misunderstood."
Song Zhiwei didn't want to get entangled anymore, nor did she want to explain. She lifted her foot and tried to walk around him and leave.
But as soon as she took a step, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand.
She turned around abruptly, her pupils contracting sharply, her eyes filled with astonishment.
"President Sheng, this is downstairs from the company."
"I know."
Sheng Tingzhou's voice was deep, and he narrowed his eyes, his expression remaining indifferent.
"Work overtime tonight, come with me to meet a client."
Song Zhiwei frowned, tried to pull her hand back forcefully, and her tone turned cold.
"But I've already made plans with someone."
"Is work more important, or is dating more important?"
She bit her lower lip, leaving a faint white mark on her lips from the pressure of her teeth.
Suddenly, the image of him rescuing her from the car accident scene in the pouring rain flashed into her mind.
She pulled hard, trying to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
"I'll go talk to him and explain things to him in person; that's more respectful."
"Just send a message."
Sheng Tingzhou still didn't let go.
He glanced down at his watch, his tone flat.
"I'm in a hurry. My client will be at the airport in half an hour, so I can't be late."
"OK."
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips and finally gave up struggling.
She knew there was no point in continuing the stalemate with him.
Moreover, she did owe him a favor.
She sighed softly and followed him toward the underground parking lot.
I had just sat down in that all-black luxury car.
She immediately took her phone out of her bag and started tapping rapidly on the screen.
She sent He Yufeng a message: "[Sorry, I have a last-minute business dinner tonight, so we might not be able to have dinner. Can we reschedule for another time?]"
After sending the message, she stared at the line for two seconds, then quickly added an apologetic crying face emoji before slowly placing her phone face down on her lap.
Almost instantly, He Yufeng's reply popped up: [It's okay, you're busy, we'll talk when you have time.]
As she looked at the message, a sense of guilt welled up inside her.
In the end, she only replied with a "hug" emoji.
Then I put my phone completely back into my bag and turned to look at the flowing night view outside the window.
In the passenger seat, Sheng Tingzhou's slender fingers were rapidly typing on a thin laptop.
His brows furrowed slightly, his expression focused.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her close her phone and look away, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
"They've only met a few times, and they're already this clingy? They've been exchanging over a dozen messages, and even sending crying emojis. I'm really worried he'll get angry?"
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei paused slightly, but did not turn around.
She closed her phone, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the screen.
"Mr. Sheng, this is my personal matter. I don't want to involve my personal feelings in my work, but please don't interfere in my life."
She was simply selling her time to work for him, paid by the hour, and the contract she signed clearly stated that she was "not a personal assistant and would not be involved in personal matters."
She didn't sell her life, much less her dignity.
"Oh."
Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly, a laugh that was low but carried a hint of coldness.
He didn't look at her again, but instead pulled a dark black velvet box from the folder next to his seat.
He casually handed it over, and the box landed steadily on her lap.
Caught off guard, Song Zhiwei looked down at the box, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.
"Is this... a gift for a client? Or... something they want me to pass on?"
"For you."
Song Zhiwei was taken aback, her gaze falling on his profile in surprise.
Why?
Sheng Tingzhou finally stopped typing and turned his face to the side.
"I was too harsh last night, I'm sorry."
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the velvet box.
She never imagined that someone like Sheng Tingzhou would actually say "I'm sorry."
She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"It's okay... People like me are not easily understood. I'm used to it."
Since entering the Zhou family, she has been like a pawn placed on the table.
The way people looked at her always carried a hint of scrutiny and calculation.
Everyone thinks she's lucky and has a good life.
But no one knew that she was taking each step very carefully.
Sheng Tingzhou frowned, his eyes darkening slightly.
"What kind of person are you, really?"
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips, her expression somewhat dazed, and slowly turned her gaze to the outside of the car window.
Snowflakes fell silently, swirling in the night, landing on the glass, and then quickly melting.
Looking at the falling snowflakes, she finally said softly, "Always wanting to take shortcuts, racking your brains to climb higher... always wanting to get the biggest reward with the least effort. But sometimes, even you can't tell whether it's ambition or greed."
"If that's really the case, then why didn't you choose me?"
Sheng Tingzhou suddenly interrupted her coldly.
Song Zhiwei suddenly turned her head to look at him, her heart pounding faster.
The man's profile appeared particularly cold and stern in the dim interior lighting of the car.
This face, coupled with his current status and power in the business world.
In the entire city of Yan, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a chosen one of heaven.
He was born standing on a cloud.
But she was someone who struggled to move forward through the mud.
"President Sheng, please don't joke like that."
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