Chapter 18: Take it slow
In her opinion, it was rare for someone like Sheng Tingzhou to even glance at an ordinary person.
Let alone responding.
Is it really that strange?
Song Zhiwei tilted her head slightly and asked in a light tone.
She really didn't understand why a simple greeting had become such a strange thing.
She greeted him politely; did he expect her to punch him?
Yuan Peipei leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"You have no idea how difficult this eldest son of the Sheng family is to deal with."
“I’ve seen it with my own eyes before. When someone greets him warmly, he doesn’t even lift his eyelids and just walks past them as if they don’t exist.”
That person was the son of the president of a chamber of commerce; he had a powerful background.
But they didn't even get a single response.
"My heart almost stopped when you were talking to him just now. I was so afraid he would embarrass you."
Yuan Peipei touched her chest and said with lingering fear.
"I didn't expect him to actually reply to you."
Song Zhiwei smiled.
"Maybe it's because of him."
Sheng Tingzhou and Zhou Yuze have known each other for many years and have collaborated on several real estate projects.
Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, they were old acquaintances.
We should at least show them some consideration.
Yuan Peipei thought about it and felt that it made sense, so she didn't ask any further questions.
After viewing the house, the two went shopping together.
The mall was bustling with people, their clothes elegant and their hair flowing.
It exudes the bustling atmosphere of the city.
Yuan Peipei is a shopaholic, constantly buying things along the way.
From haute couture dresses to limited-edition bags, and even a complete skincare gift set.
Her shopping cart was soon overflowing.
Song Zhiwei followed along, helping to choose outfits, and only picked out a white suit for herself.
She looked in the mirror while trying it on and nodded in satisfaction.
I'm going to work at Feiyun tomorrow, and I need a formal yet impressive outfit like this.
Around 5 p.m., Yuan Peipei's mother called and told her to come home.
She said she had made her favorite fish head soup.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Peipei immediately beamed with joy.
"Zhiwei, why don't you come to my house for dinner?"
She held Song Zhiwei's hand, her tone sincere.
"My mom is a great cook, you'll be missing out if you don't come."
Song Zhiwei smiled and waved her hand.
"No, I have to go to the Zhou family's house tonight to pack my luggage."
She glanced at her wrist; it was indeed time to leave.
"I'm going to work at Feiyun tomorrow, so I need to move my things over in advance."
She didn't want to be late on the first day, nor did she want to be caught off guard and in a panic.
Yuan Peipei asked as she started the car.
"Do you want me to come over and help you?"
"Anyway, I'll be idle when I get back, so it's good to have something else to do."
"No need, it's just one box, I can handle it by myself."
Song Zhiwei waved her hand, her smile bright.
She did indeed only bring one suitcase.
It mainly contained clothing and a few work-related documents.
Lightweight and simple, requiring no assistance.
"Okay, then I'll take you there."
Yuan Peipei nodded and stepped on the gas.
She drove her white Ferrari to the door, dropped Song Zhiwan off, and then turned around and left.
The gates of Genting Manor are magnificent, with intricate patterns carved on the black wrought iron gates.
Song Zhiwei was carrying shopping bags.
As soon as I stepped into the hall, I heard bursts of laughter coming from inside.
The living room was bustling with noise.
The faint sound of high heels clicking on the floor could still be heard.
"Yiqing, you brought so much stuff to our house, it's too much of a waste!"
The voice was warm and enthusiastic, with a touch of intimacy.
Qin Yunshu looked at the gift box from left to right, her face full of smiles.
"This box was packed so carefully, even the ribbons were tied so neatly. It's obvious that a lot of thought was put into it."
Qiao Yiqing said with a smile.
"Sister-in-law, this is what I should do."
"The ones for Yunsheng, Xiaolu, and Zhiwei are all here."
As she spoke, she took out the beautifully packaged gift boxes one by one from the tray.
Every word was perfectly chosen.
It is neither impolite nor does it seem like you are trying too hard to please.
"Okay, okay!"
Qin Yunshu smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly.
"Come on, all the dishes are ready, let's eat."
The aroma of food wafted through the hall.
The warm yellow light shone on everyone's faces, creating a scene of harmony and peace.
Looking up, I saw Song Zhiwei standing at the door.
Qin Yunshu was stunned for a moment, then raised her voice and said.
"Zhiwei's back? Your aunt brought you a gift."
Song Zhiwei tugged at the corners of her mouth, forcing a smile.
"Thank you, Auntie."
Qiao Yiqing walked over and handed the gift to her.
The movements were gentle and sincere.
"Open it quickly and see if you like it."
Song Zhiwei opened the packaging in front of everyone.
It is a necklace.
The silver chain has a soft luster, and the pendant is a small star.
She tried her best to look flattered and grinned.
"So beautiful, Auntie has a great eye for choosing things."
She raised her voice slightly as she spoke.
It was as if she wanted everyone present to believe in her joy.
Qiao Yiqing raised her hand and ruffled her hair, saying with a smile.
"So sensible."
After saying that, he took her hand and walked towards the restaurant, his steps light and his tone gentle.
"Come on, let's eat together, don't stand here."
Song Zhiwei was not actually used to this kind of closeness.
My body instinctively wanted to back away, but I managed to restrain myself.
She understood.
If she showed the slightest awkwardness at this moment, others would think that she didn't like Qiao Yiqing.
She didn't want to draw attention to herself at such a family gathering.
They especially don't want to be labeled as "immature" or "unsociable".
She could only lower her head and follow them into the restaurant.
He sat down next to Qiao Yiqing.
The chair back was slightly cool, and she quietly pinched the hem of her clothes.
He tried to suppress the inexplicable feeling of oppression in his heart.
At the dinner table, Qin Yunshu glanced at Zhou Yuce and asked a question, seemingly casually.
"Yu Ce, when do you plan to settle things with Yi Qing?"
His tone was light, yet it caused a slight pause in the atmosphere at the table.
Zhou Huaiqing chimed in.
"Yes, when Mom was alive, what she worried about most was your marriage. Before she passed away, she held my hand and said, 'Don't let her worry for nothing. Let me, as the eldest brother, pay more attention and don't delay your marriage.'"
His gaze fell on Zhou Yuce.
Her tone was filled with earnest anticipation for her younger brother.
After hearing this, Qiao Yiqing smiled and put a piece of food on Zhou Yuze's plate, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Yu Ce, what do you think?"
Song Zhiwei's hand, which was holding the chopsticks, suddenly stopped.
She looked down at the rice in the bowl and suddenly felt her vision blur.
It felt like a thin thread was slowly pulling at my chest, a dull ache.
Are you getting married so soon?
A sudden surge of indescribable bitterness welled up in my heart.
She lowered her head and hurriedly shoveled a large mouthful of rice into her mouth.
Zhou Yuce's gaze first fell on Qiao Yiqing's face, his eyes calm yet scrutinizing.
A moment later, his gaze shifted slightly, sweeping over Song Zhiwei behind her.
It was as if it were just a casual glance.
But he paused for a moment when he caught sight of her back as she ate with her head down.
He looked away and replied in a flat tone.
"Let's wait a little longer. We've only been dating for two months. Our relationship needs to develop gradually."
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