Chapter 58 was a great help.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qiao Yiqing walking in, wearing high heels.
She was wearing a form-fitting red dress and pushed past Song Zhiwei, who was standing to the side.
He plopped down next to Zhou Zhiwei.
The people in the private room looked at each other, their eyes showing a hint of surprise.
After all, the news of Zhou Zhiwei and Qiao Yiqing's breakup had only been circulating for a few days, causing quite a stir.
No one expected her to show up so directly now.
"Zhiwei, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
As Qiao Yiqing spoke, she moved closer to him affectionately.
Her hand naturally landed on his arm.
But Zhou Zhiwei gently dodged it by turning to the side.
He withdrew his arm without making a sound, his expression remaining calm.
Qiao Yiqing immediately showed a wronged expression, her eyes slightly red.
Her voice was soft, choked with sobs: "Are you still angry with me? I've already apologized to Zhiwei."
After saying that, she turned to look at Song Zhiwei, a seemingly sincere smile appearing on her lips.
“Zhiwei has already forgiven me, but look, your uncle is still ignoring me.”
Song Zhiwei was startled, and her heart skipped a beat.
She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say, so she could only silently shrink to the side.
Just then, Sheng Tingzhou's hand was resting on the back of the sofa.
As she moved, her body tilted slightly.
She seemed to unconsciously lean into his arms.
Their clothes clung to each other, and her body heat radiated through the fabric, yet she remained completely unaware.
Zhou Zhiwei didn't say anything in front of everyone.
His gaze remained indifferent as he sat quietly ahead.
Qiao Yiqing then chatted and laughed with the others, a perfectly appropriate smile on her face.
She brought up the movies she had recently watched and her new discoveries while shopping.
Seeing her being so proactive, everyone started to speculate that the two were likely to get back together.
To outsiders, this was just a common argument between couples.
If one party backs down and the other takes the initiative, the matter can naturally be resolved.
After a while, Zhou Zhiwei suddenly said she was going to have a smoke.
He stood up after saying that, not even bothering to put on his coat.
Qiao Yiqing immediately followed.
She knew that her show of goodwill in front of others was just a prelude.
What will truly determine the outcome is the conversation taking place outside the door at this moment.
At the doorway, Zhou Zhiwei leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette case from her pocket, pulled one out, and lit it with a lighter.
A flash of firelight illuminated his sharply defined profile.
Qiao Yiqing walked to his side and stood carefully.
"Zhiwei, I haven't been able to eat or sleep well these past few days, and I've lost a lot of weight. I really regret it... I regret not cherishing you more back then. Can we start over? I can change, I can become a better person for you."
Zhou Zhiwei didn't answer, but silently lowered her head and took a drag of her cigarette.
Then he slowly raised his head and exhaled a complete smoke ring.
The wisp of smoke lingered in the air before finally dissipating into nothingness.
In the dim light, the emotions in his eyes surged like an undercurrent.
“I know Zhiwei is your niece. Although she is adopted, you have always treated her like your own daughter. As her aunt, I will naturally treat her well in the future.”
Qiao Yiqing continued speaking, one sentence after another.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiwei frowned slightly.
He turned his head, gave her a cold look, and his tone suddenly turned cold as well.
"Yiqing, let's not involve others in our affairs. Zhiwei has nothing to do with these things."
"Don't do things that are easy to be misunderstood in the future."
He finished speaking, word by word.
After saying that, he casually stubbed out his half-finished cigarette in the metal ashtray by the wall.
Then he withdrew his hand, didn't even glance at Qiao Yiqing again, and turned to walk towards the private room.
Just as Qiao Yiqing was about to chase after her, the door slammed shut.
She froze, her steps halting in place.
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At 11 p.m., the guests in the private room gradually left.
Zhou Zhiwei had drunk some wine, and her face was flushed with a slight intoxication, but her eyes remained clear.
Mo Huaizhi stood beside him, one hand on his shoulder, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home. I don't feel comfortable letting you take a taxi by yourself in this condition."
Zhou Zhiwei didn't respond, seemingly lost in thought.
After a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Zhiwei, who had been sitting quietly in the corner.
"Zhiwei, it's the weekend tomorrow. Come back to the old house with me tonight?"
Song Zhiwei was tidying up her bag when she heard this and was slightly taken aback.
"No, Uncle, I still have things to finish. The first draft of the project is due next week, so I might have to work overtime."
Zhou Zhiwei pursed her lips, her brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze fell on her face with a complex mix of emotions.
He stared at her intently, his eyes filled with unspeakable emotions.
In the end, he said nothing, but silently lowered his eyes, slowly turned around, and left the private room.
Suddenly, only Song Zhiwei and Sheng Tingzhou remained in the private room.
The original noisy atmosphere had long since dissipated, leaving only a faint aroma of wine and a subtle chill in the air.
The man leaned back on the large leather sofa, his long legs casually crossed.
He closed his eyes, looking languid.
Song Zhiwei took a deep breath and bent down to straighten her skirt.
She then picked up her handbag, which was placed next to the sofa, and stood up.
"Mr. Sheng, it's getting late, so I'll be going now."
Are you planning to walk back?
Sheng Tingzhou suddenly opened his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on her.
Song Zhiwei was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "I'll take a taxi. There are plenty of taxis outside. It's not like I can't get back."
Sheng Tingzhou scoffed lightly, leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head slightly to look at her, and spoke with a hint of teasing.
"Ha, you came together, but now you're leaving me, your 'leader,' behind? Are you so eager to get rid of me?"
Song Zhiwei: "..."
This sounds so awkward.
She was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.
She was just leaving get off work normally, so how did he make it sound like she was deliberately getting rid of him?
Before she could react, Sheng Tingzhou suddenly sat up from the sofa and reached out his hand to her.
Song Zhiwei looked down at the hand, her heart skipping a beat.
That hand just hung there quietly in front of her.
"I've had too much to drink, give me a hand."
His tone was indifferent, and his expression was calm.
Song Zhiwei hesitated for two seconds, her fingertips tightening slightly, before finally extending her hand.
She told herself that this was a work setting, and Sheng Tingzhou was her boss, so it was only right to help him out.
She didn't dare to think too much, quickly composed herself, gritted her teeth, and pulled him up with all her might.
She knew she wasn't very strong, but at this moment she could only grit her teeth and bear it.
As soon as he stood up, his arm naturally landed on her shoulder.
The sudden closeness made her gasp for breath.
She could even feel his warm body temperature through the thin fabric of his clothes.
"Assistant Song, help me downstairs."
Thinking of her role as his assistant, she couldn't bring herself to shake him off. She could only bite her lip, put on her high heels, and help him walk towards the door.
Once inside the elevator, she held onto him with one hand and braced herself against the wall with the other, trying to maintain her balance.
Sheng Tingzhou leaned on her shoulder, breathing evenly, with his eyes closed.
Upon arriving at the lobby on the first floor, I found it brightly lit and bustling with people.
Sheng Tingzhou suddenly narrowed his eyes and glanced down at her cheeks, which were flushed from the effort.
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