Chapter 41 Let's Break Up
Immediately, he reached out and grabbed the wine glass in front of him, his fingertips turning white from the force.
The alcohol was bitter and spicy, burning down my throat.
He slowly put down his wine glass, making a soft "thump" sound.
"What's wrong with you? Could it be... that Yiqing is seeing someone else?"
Mo Huaizhi had never seen his brother look so distraught, and his heart tightened suddenly.
"That's not true."
Zhou Zhiwei responded in a low, hoarse voice.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.
But her breathing was still a little shaky.
But the scene of my grandmother's last moments uncontrollably flashed before my eyes.
The old man's withered hand gripped his tightly, his eyes cloudy yet resolute, as he uttered the words that he could never let go of to this day.
"It's getting late, I have to go now."
He grabbed the coat draped over the sofa without even bothering to straighten it.
He turned and walked out of the private room.
"Hey! You called me over for drinks, then you slipped away first?"
Mo Huaizhi called out twice from behind.
Seeing that Zhou Zhiwei didn't turn her head or stop walking at all.
He could only shrug, sigh heavily, and sit back down in his seat.
He rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "What on earth happened..."
Five minutes later, Qiao Yiqing walked in.
She was wearing a simple beige trench coat, her hair slightly disheveled.
She looked tired.
But his eyes remained bright, and he looked around as soon as he entered the room.
When Mo Huaizhi saw her, he paused for a moment, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
"Yi Qing? What brings you here? Zhi Wei just left."
There was a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Huaizhi, where did Zhiwei go?"
Qiao Yiqing forced a smile and took a few steps closer.
Mo Huaizhi frowned.
"He just left without saying goodbye?"
He carefully observed her expression and noticed the forced smile behind it.
Qiao Yiqing's smile faltered slightly, her lips moved, but in the end she simply shook her head gently.
"You two...did you have a fight?"
Mo Huaizhi stared at her expression.
Recalling Zhou Zhiwei's unusual behavior earlier, he became even more suspicious.
He couldn't help but press further: "He looked terrible when he left. He didn't say a word and just walked away."
Qiao Yiqing seemed to suddenly realize something, and abruptly raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes.
Without saying another word, she quickly picked up her bag, turned around, and walked towards the door.
Mo Huaizhi watched her retreating figure, pursed his lips, and muttered, "They're all so secretive, saying I'm unreliable. I think you're the unreliable ones."
He sighed, picked up the wine glass on the table, but only took a sip before putting it down.
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Qiao Yiqing ran all the way to the Zhou family's house.
The night breeze was cool, ruffling her hair, but she didn't bother to fix it.
Her chest heaved violently, and her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.
The image of Zhou Zhiwei leaving kept replaying in my mind.
When Xie Lingling opened the door so late at night, she was taken aback and paused for a few seconds before she reacted.
"Yi Qing? It's so late, is something wrong?"
She was wearing a long cotton dress for home, and her tone was gentle.
Qiao Yiqing stood straight with her back ramrod straight.
She nodded slightly, her tone polite yet almost distant.
"I have something urgent to discuss and I need to see Zhiwei."
"He's in his room upstairs, you can go up now."
Xie Lingling didn't think much of it; it's normal for young people to have a good relationship and for someone to come looking for them at night.
She gently put down her teacup and glanced at the wall clock in the living room; it was almost ten o'clock.
But young people interact frequently, so this amount of time isn't too late.
Besides, Qiao Yiqing and Zhou Zhiwei had always had a good relationship and often visited each other, so she didn't think anything of it.
Qiao Yiqing didn't stop, taking three steps at a time to go upstairs and head straight for Zhou Zhiwei's room, where she pushed the door open.
Her steps were somewhat hurried, and her breathing was slightly disordered.
The dim light in the corridor shone on her pale face.
Inside the room, Zhou Zhiwei had just finished showering and was wearing a loose bathrobe as she walked out of the bathroom.
Moisture still lingered in the air, his hair was slightly damp, and a few strands of black hair clung to his forehead.
The white bathrobe was slightly oversized, with the neckline partially open, revealing the defined collarbone, giving it a casual and languid feel.
Seeing her suddenly burst in, he subtly tugged at his collar.
She pulled the open neckline closer to cover the lingering flush on her neck.
His eyebrows twitched slightly, but his expression remained calm as he asked indifferently, "What's wrong? Why are you here so late?"
"You left without even saying goodbye?"
Qiao Yiqing stepped forward quickly, her eyes slightly red, and looked straight at him.
She had assumed he would wait for her to leave together.
Even if it's just sending a message.
But he left quietly, without even a word of explanation.
Zhou Zhiwei is beautiful with delicate features.
Even in a bathrobe, her clean and elegant demeanor is undeniable.
Even with her aloof expression, she still draws people's attention.
Although the marriage was arranged by their families.
But Qiao Yiqing was truly moved and had seriously planned for the future.
She had secretly flipped through home decor magazines, imagining what style they would want for their house after they got married.
He also secretly noted down the dishes that Zhou Zhiwei liked to eat and practiced them repeatedly in the kitchen.
She thought that feelings would develop over time, but her feelings were already buried deep in her heart.
Seeing her like this, Zhou Zhiwei's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Sorry, I'm tired from work today and feel a little dizzy, so I came back early."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yiqing immediately became anxious: "Is she sick? Should we call the family doctor to take a look...?"
She took a step forward, reaching out to touch his forehead, her eyes filled with worry.
She always unconsciously softened in his presence.
Even if you feel wronged, think of him first.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Zhiwei calmly interrupted him: "It's okay, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
He gently turned to the side, avoiding her hand.
He walked over to the sofa and sat down, his tone distant.
The light shone down from above, casting a soft shadow on his profile.
He crossed his legs, his posture relaxed.
His fingers rested on his knees, his knuckles long and slender, his movements restrained.
Qiao Yiqing followed and sat down next to him, her voice unconsciously softening, carrying a hint of grievance.
"Zhiwei... are you still angry with me for answering the phone last night?"
Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, tinged with a cautious probing.
She didn't want to answer that phone call last night.
But the other party insisted on calling, and she only said a few words before hanging up. She didn't expect him to care so much.
Zhou Zhiwei's eyes froze, and for some reason, the events that had happened from last night to today popped into her mind.
He turned his head, glanced at the woman beside him, and suddenly said, "Yi Qing, let's break up."
Qiao Yiqing was stunned, her eyes filled with shock.
The room was eerily quiet; even the air seemed to have frozen.
A sudden pang of sadness struck her, her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and her voice trembled.
"Zhiwei, can you please stop making jokes like that?"
This isn't true. He wouldn't say something like that. They're perfectly fine.
Zhou Zhiwei said calmly, "I'm not joking, we're not a good match."
His gaze fell on the coffee table in front of him, his eyes vacant.
They got together in the first place because the old lady insisted that he find a partner.
He said he couldn't close his eyes if he couldn't see his grandson fall in love.
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