Chapter 88 Standing By
Since she returned to China, she has had a girlfriend because of Zhou Yuze.
The two had long since drifted apart, and their WeChat conversations were reduced to nothing more than holiday greetings.
She has been deliberately keeping her distance, not wanting to disturb his life.
But recently, he has been contacting her much more often.
The frequency was unusually high, as if it were trying to fill in the gaps of the past few years all at once.
Is it because of Zhou Xiaolu?
"No need, I'll be home right away."
Zhou Yuze smiled and said, "Okay, what's your password? I'll go in and wait for you."
Just as Song Zhiwei was about to speak, Sheng Tingzhou suddenly took a step forward and pinched her cheek.
His movements were swift and decisive, his fingertips applying pressure, forcing her to look up and stare directly at him.
His gaze was fixed, unwavering, conveying three words: Don't even think about escaping!
He's nobody to her, so why should he interfere with who she answers the phone to or meets with?
The boss even has to meddle in where she goes?
Does signing an employment contract mean he has the right to control even your private life?
"Then what should I do?"
She moved her lips slightly, but didn't make a sound; she only mouthed the question to him.
Sheng Tingzhou pinched her cheek with his fingertips.
He lowered his head and brought his breath close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.
"Have him wait at my house."
Song Zhiwei's eyes widened, her pupils contracted, and shock filled her entire face.
Is it really possible?
She almost thought she had misheard.
Is he serious?
Or was he deliberately trying to scare her?
She watched as the man stared at her without moving.
She felt a little weak, her Adam's apple bobbed, and she swallowed.
"How about we let my uncle go sit at the hotel next door for a while?"
She spoke with difficulty, her voice dry and clearly hesitant.
"The password is 000823."
That's what came from the other end of the phone.
Zhou Yuze froze for a moment, his hand gripping the phone tightening slightly.
He blurted out, "When did you find out the password to Sheng Tingzhou's house?"
Song Zhiwei also got stuck, as if her throat was being choked, and she couldn't say a single word.
Her eyes flickered, her gaze darting nervously through the air before finally settling on the man beside her.
Sheng Tingzhou remained standing there, his chin slightly raised, his expression arrogant.
The next second, Sheng Tingzhou snatched the phone from her hand.
He held the phone to his ear and called out into the microphone, "Yu Ce."
Zhou Yuce froze on the other end of the phone.
His fingers tightened suddenly around the phone.
"Are you with Zhiwei?"
His voice turned cold, carrying a hint of restrained questioning.
Sheng Tingzhou's lips curled up slightly, forming a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.
His gaze lazily swept over Song Zhiwei beside him.
He then responded slowly, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.
"Yeah, working together. What's wrong?"
Zhou Yuze felt as if a lump of air had been forcefully blocked in his chest.
That familiar, long-suppressed sense of unease surged up in my heart once again.
He suddenly felt a little regretful.
If I had known this would happen, I should have personally vetted them during the interview.
"We'll be back in a bit."
Sheng Tingzhou continued speaking.
"You go ahead, Zhiwei should have told you the password."
Zhou Yuce clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.
"knew."
After hanging up the phone, Song Zhiwei immediately reached out and snatched her phone back.
"If you talk like that, your uncle will definitely make wild guesses!"
Sheng Tingzhou, however, looked down at her, his gaze focused.
Without blinking, his gaze was deep and inquisitive as he asked her, "Guess what?"
Song Zhiwei felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.
This face is so close, its features are so exquisite that they seem otherworldly.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly pulled herself back on the chair, trying to create some distance between herself and the chair.
“He would think… that we have something else going on.”
She said it in a low voice.
"What relationship?"
But he persisted in asking the question.
Song Zhiwei gritted her teeth, somewhat embarrassed and angry.
"You know it yourself! Don't play dumb."
The man chuckled softly, his voice deep and magnetic.
"You don't even like him anymore, why do you still care what he thinks?"
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips and did not answer immediately.
That's absolutely right.
The problem is that Zhou Yuze is her elder, someone who watched her grow up.
Now that he knows she's alone in a room with another man, the panic she feels is exactly the same as when her parents caught her dating in high school.
No, she's not in a relationship at all.
Not yet, at least not now.
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Sheng Tingzhou frowned slightly and then said nothing more.
He stood up and naturally took her hand.
"Let's go home and see your uncle."
That sounds weird.
Strangely, Song Zhiwei did not break free.
Instead, she obediently got up and followed him into the car.
The car had just started, the engine hummed softly, and light and shadow moved outside the window.
She suddenly remembered the recording she had overheard last night.
She turned her head, looked at the man in the driver's seat, and asked him seriously, "That recording about Zhou Xiaolu... did you release it?"
"Why are you starting to suspect me?"
Sheng Tingzhou placed his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head to look at her.
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the seat.
She had actually thought about it a long time ago.
Very few people were willing to help her in this matter.
Although her uncle always doted on her and protected her.
But he was ultimately a member of the Zhou family, bound by blood, and his stance was destined to be complex.
If he were to actually learn these sordid truths, he would at most offer her some compensation in private.
We will never allow the scandal to become public and tarnish the reputation of the entire family.
But Sheng Tingzhou is different.
He was a prodigy from a young age, acting as he pleased and never caring about worldly opinions.
What about the Zhou family's reputation to him?
It's just a trivial joke.
She looked directly at him and said, word by word, "I guess it's just a feeling."
Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly.
"Your intuition is pretty accurate?"
Upon hearing this, she basically understood what was going on.
She pursed her lips slightly and asked another question, her tone tinged with uncertainty.
"But how did you get that recording?"
"happen."
"I originally just wanted to talk to Yuan Yuexin and force her to tell the truth. After all, she was involved, so it's impossible that she didn't know anything. I didn't expect her to be so guilty and afraid of being implicated and made a scapegoat, so she simply spilled everything she knew and even secretly recorded the whole process. I just happened to pass by and picked it up to use."
After listening, Song Zhiwei suddenly realized what was going on.
It turned out that Yuan Yuexin was smarter and more meticulous than she had imagined.
On the surface, they appear to be innocent pawns, but in reality, they have already paved their own way out.
It must be said that this was an extremely clever move.
"Thank you."
He really helped a lot this time.
It's not just about finding evidence for her.
More importantly, it brings the truth behind the whole thing to light.
Without his intervention, she might have struggled in the fog for a long time.
Sheng Tingzhou looked at her and spoke slowly.
"I'd rather keep those three words to myself. I'm more interested in knowing how you'll answer me a week from now."
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