Chapter 144 Curbing Anger
I glanced at the caller ID, took a deep breath, and answered the call.
"How did you two suddenly get together?"
Jiang Churan's voice cracked, and in the background there was the sizzling sound of a spatula stirring.
Song Zhiwei's ears were ringing from her yelling, so she quickly moved her phone further away.
She paused, trying to calm her breathing, and then began her story from the daytime when she mistakenly thought he had been in a car accident.
A scream came from the other end of the phone.
"Oh my god! I knew it! You two were bound to get together sooner or later!"
Why?
Song Zhiwei frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
“I often doubt myself, I can’t even be sure of my own worth, but he is such a high and unattainable person. What am I? Just an ordinary person among the masses.”
"Just because of the way he looks at you!"
Jiang Churan's tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation.
"Didn't you really notice? When he looks at you, his gaze is so focused that it's as if the whole world disappears and only you remain. Even I, an outsider, can see that clearly. He can't hide it at all. He likes you; it's been impossible to hide for a long time."
Song Zhiwei was stunned, and her heart suddenly trembled.
Really?
Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Churan added a few more words in a rambling manner.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something important, she asked, "By the way, about what happened with Chen Yun before, did you find out the truth later? Was it really her who did it?"
"I've already asked."
Song Zhiwei spoke slowly, her tone indifferent.
“He told me himself that he didn’t send it. He said he had no idea where it came from.”
"That's fine!"
Jiang Churan breathed a sigh of relief, her tone noticeably more relaxed.
"It seems to be just a coincidence, or someone deliberately misled you. As long as he didn't give it to you voluntarily, there's nothing to worry about. You don't need to keep dwelling on it."
"Um."
Song Zhiwei responded softly, and the gloom between her brows dissipated slightly.
But a mix of inexplicable emotions was still churning inside me.
The two chatted about some trivial matters.
The conversation ranged from work to the weather, and then to a TV series I recently watched.
As night deepened and both of them grew sleepy, they reluctantly ended the call.
Song Zhiwei put down her phone, got up, and went into the bathroom.
The warm water washed away the day's troubles, cleansing my tired body.
She dried her hair, changed into comfortable pajamas, and gently lay down in the soft blankets.
Close your eyes and try to calm your chaotic thoughts.
Just then, the phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up.
She opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and glanced at it.
It was an unfamiliar number, with no contact name or call history.
She frowned, thinking it was probably a spam call, and casually pressed the hang-up button.
But a few seconds later, the bell rang again.
It's still the same number.
Her heart tightened, and her brows furrowed even more.
What happened?
Continuous attacks?
Could it be a client who urgently needs to see her, and there's something urgent going on?
She stared at the screen, hesitating for a moment.
If it's work-related, missing it might affect the progress.
But if it's a harassing call, answering it is just a waste of time.
Just as she hesitated, the bell rang for the third time.
Finally, she sighed, reached out and swiped to answer the call, held the phone to her ear, and spoke with a slightly wary tone.
"Hello?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then a deep and familiar voice called out softly, "Zhiwei."
She froze on the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she held her phone.
Zhou Yunsheng spoke with a smile.
"Aunt Qin mentioned to me the other day that you went to complain about something that happened when you were a child."
These words were spoken casually, with a hint of teasing in their tone.
He leaned back on the sofa armrest, his fingers lightly tapping on his phone screen.
"You're over twenty years old, why are you holding a grudge over such a trivial matter? Is it really worth it?"
His voice rose slightly, carrying a hint of condescension.
Song Zhiwei sneered and curled her lips.
"Trivial matters? Fine, then you and Zhou Yunhan put your faces out here and let me beat you up for two days."
"Don't hold a grudge after I've slapped you two. It's just a few hundred slaps, it's not like anyone's going to die."
Hundreds of slaps?
That was a debt she paid for with her youth, and it's far from enough.
Zhou Yunsheng scoffed and said lazily, "Look at you, I just said it casually and you got all worked up."
He had no idea that what he said was just a casual remark.
To others, it may be a scar buried deep in their hearts.
Song Zhiwei remained expressionless.
"You're the one who's in a hurry. Judging from your tone, you wouldn't even be willing to fight over a dog's poop if you saw one on the street."
That dog, whether it was a metaphor or satire, was something everyone could understand.
She was criticizing him for being incompetent, saying he couldn't even compete for the lowest of things, yet he dared to put on airs here.
She had long since given up hope of returning to the Zhou family.
She didn't even bother to be polite to Xie Lingling, let alone to this spoiled brat who used to bully her.
Zhou Yunsheng's face darkened.
"Song Zhiwei, don't push your luck."
He is the second young master of the Zhou family. When has he ever been talked back to like this by an "outsider"?
Song Zhiwei didn't bother to look up.
"Don't give me face. Your skin is so thick it could build the Forbidden City. Even if you tore it off and used it to build a city wall, it wouldn't be enough. Save it."
Zhou Yunsheng: "..."
He felt a lump in his throat, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Damn it, how could he forget that cowardly girl who used to silently take a beating is now a barbarian in every word she says?
In his memory, Song Zhiwei had always been that quiet and reserved girl.
But now, she not only dares to talk back, but she also leaves him speechless.
This contrast angered him and made him somewhat uneasy.
He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
"Alright, I'll let bygones be bygones today and won't hold it against you."
He forced a smile, trying to salvage the situation.
"I'll treat you to dinner next week and apologize to you in person."
He made this proposal, thinking it was a huge concession.
Song Zhiwei.
"No need, we won't starve, no need for you to worry."
Invite me to dinner?
She doesn't need this kind of hypocritical compensation.
Zhou Yunsheng: "..."
He choked again, his face turning pale and then red.
He never imagined that one day he would be completely ignored by this girl he once looked down upon.
If it weren't for the screen separating them, he would have loved to rush over and kick him.
Song Zhiwei didn't care what he thought and hung up the phone immediately.
The moment the screen went dark, her expression remained completely unchanged.
Zhou Yunsheng was holding his phone, about to throw it, when he looked up and saw Zhou Yuze standing behind him.
"Uncle, you're back!"
He paused, quickly put his phone away, and forced a smile.
His sudden appearance made him instantly suppress his anger.
Zhou Yuze responded indifferently.
"Call Zhiwei?"
He was wearing a dark gray trench coat, and there was still a bit of coolness on his shoulders from outside.
"Um."
Zhou Yunsheng immediately poured out his grievances.
“This stepsister has become too independent. When I speak to her kindly, she scolds me.”
He embellished the story, attempting to gain Zhou Yuze's sympathy while simultaneously belittling Song Zhiwei's image.
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