Chapter 57 What a coincidence!
As soon as she finished speaking, a clear "gurgling" sound suddenly rang out in the room.
Everyone was stunned.
Song Zhiwei herself was surprised.
She was so engrossed in listening that she completely forgot the time; she hadn't eaten anything since noon and her stomach was empty.
Lin Wenjun's smile froze for a moment.
Sheng Tingzhou frowned almost imperceptibly.
Even the other customer representative sitting opposite couldn't help but lower his head and cover his mouth.
Song Zhiwei lowered her head, her face flushing red to her ears.
She wished the ground would immediately crack open so she could crawl into it.
“I’m sorry,” Sheng Tingzhou finally spoke again, “I only discuss business matters and do not participate in private social events at other times.”
After he finished speaking, he stood up, indicating that the meeting was over.
"Okay... I'll be going now."
Lin Wenjun was rejected several times in a row, and her tone was tinged with helplessness.
She nodded gently and said in a soft voice, "Take your time talking, don't stay up too late."
After saying that, he turned around, pushed open the door to the private room, and quietly left with his colleagues.
The room fell silent instantly, and the slightly noisy atmosphere became tranquil.
At this moment, only she and Sheng Tingzhou remained in the large private room.
Are you hungry?
He raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his head to look at her.
"It's...it's alright."
Song Zhiwei answered in a low voice.
Her mind involuntarily drifted back to what had happened a few minutes earlier.
Right in front of Sheng Tingzhou, his stomach unexpectedly let out a low rumble.
"Oh~"
He deliberately dragged out the last syllable.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her with a deep, unfathomable gaze.
A slight upturn at the corners of her lips formed a faint, almost imperceptible curve.
"You've got a stubborn tongue."
A dozen minutes later, the waiter gently knocked on the door, pushed it open, and entered carrying a tray.
"Mr. Sheng, Ms. Song, the dishes are ready. Please enjoy your meal."
She said this respectfully, and then quietly left the private room.
"Um."
Sheng Tingzhou nodded slightly, turned his gaze to Song Zhiwei, and softened his tone.
"Don't be shy, have a taste, it's pretty good. This restaurant has been open for over ten years, and some of their dishes are indeed quite good."
As Song Zhiwei listened, she realized she had been working overtime until so late that night.
I didn't even have time for dinner; my stomach was actually empty a long time ago.
She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not refuse. She nodded gently, picked up her chopsticks, and carefully placed a piece of steamed fish into her bowl.
The two sat facing each other at opposite ends of a round table, the light reflecting off their faces.
The only sound in the private room was the soft clinking of chopsticks against the porcelain plate.
We had only been eating for a few minutes when the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open with a "whoosh".
The door made a soft thud as it hit the wall.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Huaizhi's loud voice resounded throughout the entire space.
"Tingzhou! I knew it was you when I saw the light on in this house!"
He strode in with a broad smile on his face.
When his gaze fell on Song Zhiwei across from him, his smile faltered slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Zhiwei? You're here too?"
Song Zhiwei stood up almost reflexively.
“Brother Huai, I’m here with President Sheng to discuss work. It just so happens to be lunchtime, so let’s have a meal together.”
"oh oh!"
Mo Huaizhi suddenly realized and nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, aren't you his assistant?"
As he spoke, he turned around and shouted loudly towards the door, "Zhiwei! Didn't you say you wanted to drink? Come in, come in, Tingzhou is here too! And Zhiwei, don't just stand outside!"
Upon hearing the name "Zhiwei," Song Zhiwei froze instantly.
Her fingers, gripping the chopsticks, tightened suddenly, her knuckles turning slightly white.
The next second, Zhou Zhiwei walked in.
He walked with a steady gait, his figure was tall and slender, and his well-tailored black suit made him look even more aloof.
The moment he looked up, his gaze met hers.
The moment their eyes met, Zhou Zhiwei's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
But this time he didn't speak, nor did he show any extra expression; he simply stood quietly at the door.
It was Song Zhiwei who broke the silence first.
"Uncle."
"Um."
Zhou Zhiwei responded with a faint "yes".
Besides Mo Huaizhi and Zhou Zhiwei, several other friends who were on good terms with them followed behind.
There were investors, media professionals, and familiar faces from Shengtingzhou's company.
As everyone gradually entered the private room, the atmosphere immediately became lively.
Some people casually ordered a few bottles of strong liquor and chilled beer, and also asked the waiter to add a few snacks to go with the drinks.
The clicking sound of bottles being opened echoed throughout the room.
Amidst laughter and chatter, everyone took their seats.
The private room was instantly filled with laughter and conversation.
Song Zhiwei silently retreated to a corner, still holding the chopsticks she hadn't had time to put down.
She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the rice in the bowl, but she couldn't eat a single bite.
She could hear lively conversations all around her, but she felt as if she were isolated in another world.
She used to always be by Zhou Zhiwei's side, and even just sitting quietly made her feel at ease.
But now the relationship has changed; she's no longer someone I can approach at will.
She became someone others needed to avoid, and even taking a step closer required careful consideration.
Looking at the row of wine bottles on the table, their surfaces gleaming coldly under the light, she saw her somewhat dazed face.
She hesitated for a moment, her fingertips gently tracing the rim of the glass.
In the end, I reached out and poured myself a glass.
The amber-colored liquid slowly flowed into the glass.
The cup had just been raised, and before it could even be brought to my lips, two hands reached out at the same time.
Zhou Zhiwei and Sheng Tingzhou were both staring at her.
Their fingertips touched the outer wall of the glass almost simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right.
Her cup was still at her lips when her breath hitched slightly, and she froze instantly.
The room fell silent immediately.
The originally noisy background music seemed to have been muted.
Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to look.
Zhou Zhiwei made the first move.
He frowned slightly and, without hesitation, snatched her cup away.
He spoke calmly.
"This liquor is too strong; it's not suitable for you."
Song Zhiwei paused for a moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Finally, she lowered her head and said in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "Oh... I understand."
Zhou Zhiwei didn't even glance at her, and turned to call the waiter.
"Change to a fruit-flavored wine, non-alcoholic, with ice."
After he finished speaking, he added another sentence.
"I want it a little sweeter."
A moment later, the waiter brought over a pink drink.
There were also small umbrellas and fruit slices stuck on top.
He took it himself, turned around and handed it to her: "This is light, it suits you."
She reached out and took it, her fingertips accidentally touching his.
She hurriedly withdrew her hand and stared down at the cup.
"Thank you, Uncle."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a very soft, cold laugh came from the side.
She turned her head and saw Sheng Tingzhou.
He remained leaning back on the sofa, his posture languid.
Song Zhiwei wasn't sure what he meant; was it sarcasm?
Or something else?
She bit her lip, ultimately choosing to remain silent.
Just as things were quiet, the door to the private room was pushed open again.
A clear female voice suddenly broke in.
"Oh my, what a coincidence, you're all here!"
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