The Interests Behind Chapter 69
Sheng Tingzhou snorted lightly, his expression indifferent, and stopped looking at him.
He turned his head and his gaze fell on the brightly colored fruit platter on the coffee table.
The fruit pieces are plump and the cuts are neat, showing that they were carefully prepared by a specialist.
He casually picked up a silver fork from the side, speared a piece of melon, and put it in his mouth without hesitation.
When Song Zhiwei saw this scene, her pupils contracted slightly, and she was stunned for a moment.
That fork was the one she had used.
And now, Sheng Tingzhou just picked it up and used it so naturally...
She lowered her head and pursed her lips, her nails unconsciously digging into her palms.
Reminding him would seem like making a mountain out of a molehill.
Pretending not to see it, yet feeling extremely awkward.
In the end, she chose to remain silent.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as her gaze fell on the folds of her skirt at her knees.
Chen Xing, however, couldn't stand it. He frowned slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of displeasure.
"Mr. Sheng, that plate of fruit belongs to Miss Song. You used her fork just now."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Tingzhou looked up at him, his gaze indifferent.
"You have a problem with that? Surely Attorney Song wouldn't be so stingy as to not even be willing to part with a single piece of fruit?"
"Right, Attorney Song?"
"No...it's okay, I'll just go get another one later."
Song Zhiwei forced a reply, a blush of embarrassment rising on her face, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her clothes.
Chen Xing watched this scene, a clear look of displeasure flashing in his eyes, his fist clenching slightly before relaxing.
But Sheng Tingzhou's status speaks for itself.
After a while, Song Zhiwei was sandwiched between the two people, feeling that the atmosphere was so suffocating that she could hardly breathe.
A subtle hostility filled the air, so he made an excuse to go to the restroom and quickly got up and left.
Chen Xing stared at her back, pursed his lips, and struggled for a moment.
After hesitating for a moment, I decided to follow them anyway, not wanting to leave my thoughts unsaid.
"Zhiwei".
He called out to her from the corner of the corridor.
"Um?"
Song Zhiwei turned around, looking puzzled, her brows slightly furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Xing rubbed his hands together, his fingertips slightly cold, and asked cautiously, "Are you very familiar with President Sheng? I mean... is there some special relationship between you two?"
Song Zhiwei paused, her pupils contracting slightly, before answering after a few seconds: "Not familiar. Really not familiar."
Her tone was firm, even tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"Sheng Tingzhou and I are just ordinary superiors and subordinates. We try to keep our distance when we work together, so we can't be said to have any close relationship."
"I really don't need to make up any special connections in front of outsiders just to make myself seem more impressive."
Upon hearing the answer, Chen Xing visibly relaxed and said, word by word, "Zhiwei, I'm a rather old-fashioned person, and I'm quite traditional when it comes to relationships. If we continue our relationship in the future, I really don't want you to get too close to other men, especially in private... Sharing utensils or other items makes me feel really uncomfortable."
He said this with his eyes downcast and his tone revealing his grievance.
“In that scene just now, the tableware you used was then used by another man. You know, I felt really uncomfortable at that moment.”
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei felt a strong sense of disgust.
This is only the first time we've met.
It's a bit too early to make such a request before even having discussed each other's basic information.
She suppressed her displeasure and did not immediately refute him, but simply looked at him quietly, her lips moving slightly.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Chen Xing mistakenly assumed that she had tacitly agreed with his point of view, and felt a sense of relief.
"Are you currently working at Sheng Tingzhou's company? I think he's the boss of Feiyun Group."
"Um."
Song Zhiwei replied softly, her voice still indifferent.
Seeing this, Chen Xing quickly chimed in, "Actually, I think that although Feiyun is a good platform with a big reputation, you're new here and lack experience. In terms of seniority, you probably can't compare to those veteran lawyers. Instead of wasting your time there and suffering, why not find a more suitable environment for you? What do you think?"
"Instead of being a nobody there, why not consider joining our company? We happen to be hiring legal personnel."
Chen Xing leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a hint of confidence.
"Let me tell you, our company offers good benefits and career development opportunities. If you're willing to come, I can personally help you with the application process."
Song Zhiwei looked at the man in front of her who was talking non-stop.
After listening to him say so much, the smile on his face gradually faded.
She had only approached the blind date with politeness.
After a moment, she spoke up: "Mr. Chen, I'd like to confirm, is this our first official meeting?"
“It’s not that we don’t know each other at all,” Chen Xing explained with a smile, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’ve seen you a few times at banquets before, but you probably didn’t notice. I do have a pretty good impression of you, after all, Aunt Qin always mentions you.”
Not wanting to make the atmosphere too awkward, Song Zhiwei carefully chose her words and said, "Regardless of whether we've met before or not, our current relationship is far from being at the point where you can interfere with my job choices. My career planning doesn't need anyone to decide for me."
Chen Xing was clearly stunned, his hand holding the coffee cup paused for a moment.
He probably didn't expect that the seemingly gentle girl would suddenly refute him so directly.
His smile froze for a moment, then he forced a smile again.
"I just care about you."
"But Aunt Qin means she hopes you two can get together, doesn't she?"
Song Zhiwei pursed her lips, suppressing her impatience.
She lowered her eyes, her voice remaining calm.
“My mom hopes I will go on blind dates and get married soon, but she won’t disregard my feelings and just make me marry whoever she likes. No matter how traditional she is, she understands that marriage is a matter between two people.”
"Besides, what era are we living in now? Marriage is a matter of personal freedom, and it's not something that parents can decide for a lifetime with just a word."
She raised her head and looked directly at the other person.
"The fact that I'm sitting here to meet you is already a concession on my part."
But backing down doesn't mean there are no bottom lines.
Her attitude was clearly written on her face.
You can talk politely, but don't try to control them.
Chen Xing frowned slightly, not quite agreeing with what he said.
Among this group, whose marriage can truly be decided by themselves?
On the surface, it's all about free love, but in the end, doesn't it all come down to weighing family background, social standing, and interests?
Having a temper is fine, but being too individualistic...
I'm afraid no one could stand it.
"Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom first."
Song Zhiwei was too lazy to continue the conversation.
She picked up her small bag, stood up, and didn't even give Chen Xingze a second glance.
After turning around and walking into the bathroom, she stood by the sink.
I turned on the tap, squeezed out some foam, and rubbed my hands together.
The cool water flowed, washing away the warmth from my fingertips.
She watched the bubbles dissipate, trying to calm herself down.
After rinsing my hands clean, I was about to dry them when I looked up and saw two more figures in the mirror.
She didn't turn around, but watched in the mirror as the two elegantly dressed women walked in.
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