Chapter 129 You're Just a Child
She responded coldly even to a simple message.
He didn't believe a word of it if anyone said that no one was behind all of this.
But the question is, what is he now?
He doesn't even have the right to question.
In the end, he could only say in a low voice, "Then... take good care of her for me."
Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly.
"Uncle, that's a rather distant thing to say."
Zhou Yuce's face suddenly darkened.
"Tingzhou, we are brothers. You've got the wrong name."
Sheng Tingzhou yawned lazily, his fingertips slowly stroking the edge of his phone, his expression completely indifferent.
"Brothers are so boring. Uncles are so much closer, right? It just sounds better."
Zhou Yuze clenched his teeth, his jawline taut, and his teeth ached.
A surge of anger welled up in his chest, but he managed to suppress it.
Even over the phone, he could picture the person leaning back in their chair, a smile playing on their lips.
He had a cold expression.
Give her back her phone.
"She's eating."
Sheng Tingzhou spoke in a lighthearted tone.
"I couldn't bear to interrupt her; it would be bad if the food got cold."
Zhou Yuze remained silent for a few seconds, his breathing slow.
Forget it, it's a waste of energy to say another word to him.
This kind of person is not worth getting angry at all, nor does he deserve it.
He didn't respond further; with a flick of his finger, he hung up the phone.
As soon as the screen closed, Sheng Tingzhou deftly handed the phone back to Song Zhiwei.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the phone. Her fingertips were slightly cold, and she couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.
Was I a little too direct just now?
He didn't even say a polite word in front of his uncle.
If it were someone else, they would probably be so scared that they would shrink back from the idea of ​​cooperation.
Sheng Tingzhou glanced at her.
Seeing her with her head down, lost in thought, holding her phone in her hand, her eyes floating in mid-air.
"Still thinking about your uncle?"
"Fine, I was just being nosy."
He spoke languidly, leaning back in his chair, stretching out his long legs, but his gaze remained fixed on her.
"Next time you two call, I'll stay far away and give you plenty of private space."
Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes, frowned, and spoke with a hint of resentment.
"That's not what I meant."
That's definitely not what she meant!
She just... just felt that there should always be some etiquette in social interactions, right?
No matter what, the other party is an elder and a customer.
His attitude was far too ruthless.
"I just feel..."
She pursed her lips, originally intending to say that his words were too harsh, leaving him no way to back down.
But as she was about to speak, she looked up and met his gaze.
Her voice faltered, and the slight dissatisfaction in her heart suddenly lost its strength.
The words were swallowed back, and in the end, they turned into a soft sigh.
"Never mind, I won't say anything more."
His mouth is on his face; he can say whatever he wants.
She thought to herself, "It's not his mouth, he can't just rush over and cover his mouth, can he?"
Besides, what is his identity?
The second son of the Sheng family, and the head of Jingda Capital.
People have their own sense of propriety in doing things; it's none of her business to interfere.
"I'm hungry, let's eat."
She simply changed the subject, reached for her chopsticks, and picked up a piece of steamed sea bass.
The fish meat was snow-white and tender, steaming hot.
She took a bite, chewed it slowly and deliberately.
Sheng Tingzhou watched her eat intently, her cheeks puffed out, her eyelashes lowered, and her cheeks slightly rounded.
He picked up his chopsticks, gracefully picked up a piece of tofu, and quietly ate with her.
For a moment, only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks could be heard on the dining table.
In the afternoon, Song Zhiwei changed into a dark gray suit.
She straightened her tie, checked her briefcase and notebook again, and then followed him to the meeting.
Jiangcheng is much warmer than Yancheng.
The temperature was around 20 degrees Celsius, and the wind carried a moist warmth.
The sycamore trees along the roadside were still bright green, their branches and leaves swaying gently.
A faint fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted in the air, and there was no hint of winter in the air.
Upon entering the meeting room, she immediately opened her laptop, held the voice recorder, and sat down properly.
With sharp eyes, he stared intently at every single word.
She was his assistant, but also his eyes and ears; he had to remember every single word she said.
Sheng Tingzhou was dressed in a black suit with a pure white shirt underneath.
The moment he stepped inside, his tall figure almost blocked out the light from the doorway.
The previously buzzing crowd instantly fell silent.
Tall, with a cold aura, sharp eyes, and a face so handsome it looks like it's been photoshopped.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but glance at him.
The oppressive aura emanating from within made it impossible for anyone to feel any disrespect.
He glanced around, his gaze lingering on her face for a couple more seconds, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
Seeing that she was sitting upright and focused, he nodded slightly and slowly walked to the head seat to sit down.
The meeting was about the listing of a technology company in Jiangcheng.
The conference room was filled with industry professionals.
The boss had heard that he was the owner of Jingda Group and a member of the Sheng family, so he was more respectful than if he were meeting his own father.
He spoke with a slight bend in his waist, a smile plastered on his face, and a tone so humble it was almost ingratiating.
After three hours of working, it was already pitch black outside.
Streetlights come on, neon lights flash, and the city dons the cloak of night.
Everyone's face showed signs of fatigue, but Sheng Tingzhou remained calm, with no trace of weariness in his eyes.
The boss quickly stood up, smiling as he extended his hand.
"I am truly honored that Mr. Sheng has accepted this order. Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight?"
His tone was sincere, and his palms were slightly sweaty, as if he was afraid of being rejected.
Sheng Tingzhou spoke in a calm tone.
"No need, I have other plans. Let's do it another day."
The boss nodded awkwardly, his hand frozen in mid-air.
He then awkwardly withdrew his words, forcing a smile, and said, "I understand, Mr. Sheng is very busy. I'll definitely invite you another day."
He didn't dare linger or try to persuade them any further, and respectfully escorted them to the elevator.
I left the building and got into the car.
Song Zhiwei closed her laptop, turned off the recorder, let out a long sigh of relief, and finally relaxed.
She couldn't help but turn her head and ask him, "Mr. Sheng, where are you going tonight?"
Sheng Tingzhou leaned back in the back seat, closing his eyes to rest.
Hearing the question, he didn't even lift his eyelids, only giving a simple place name.
"Drive over there."
Half an hour later, the car stopped on a busy street.
Neon lights flashed, and people came and went.
The aroma of the snack stalls wafted in the night breeze.
The roadside was lined with barbecue skewers, candied hawthorns, and jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).
The aroma mingled with the sounds of people wafted over.
Song Zhiwei was completely confused, but she still got out of the car with him.
But Sheng Tingzhou had already gently pushed open the car door, stood beside her, and calmly looked ahead.
She didn't ask any more questions, just pursed her lips and silently followed.
The crowd is like a constantly flowing river.
They sandwiched the two people in the middle and pushed them forward.
In the instant of turning a corner, Sheng Tingzhou suddenly turned to the side, slowly raised his right hand, and opened it towards her.
She stared at the hand, stunned.
Song Zhiwei's gaze fell on his outstretched palm.
It was an exceptionally beautiful hand, with distinct knuckles, long and strong.
She looked at the hand and felt a sudden tremor in her heart.
Seeing that she was standing there motionless, Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly.
"How could I possibly lose you just by holding your hand?"
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on her face.
Song Zhiwei frowned and muttered under her breath, "I'm not a three-year-old."
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