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Zhou Yuce paused, then tapped the sofa armrest twice with his fingertips.
After a moment, he slowly spoke.
"As a friend, he is indeed a good person. He is good-looking, speaks well, treats people with tact, and has a solid career. At a young age, he has already taken charge of part of the Sheng family's business. These are all the advantages that outsiders can see."
"The problem is that the Sheng family is a powerful and influential family. Marriages in their family are never just a matter between two people, but a combination of family interests. He is destined to marry into another family, and his partner will not be an ordinary person with a background like Zhiwei, but the daughter of another family with comparable power."
Whether he and Zhiwei are truly in love or just playing around is not important. In a family like that, feelings are never the deciding factor. We can all see the final outcome.
Xie Lingling's expression changed immediately.
Zhou Yuze's words kept echoing in his mind.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhiwei's phone rang again.
It was Jiang Churan calling. As soon as the call connected, her soft voice came from the other end.
"Zhiwei, I have to go to the hospital for a follow-up check-up this afternoon. Can you come with me? I'm really... scared to go alone."
Jiang Churan returned home for two days, keeping her pregnancy a secret.
She knew that once she spoke out, she would be unable to escape the storm that was brewing in her family.
Her father's attitude was clear: if he didn't agree to the marriage, she shouldn't come back.
The pressure was so intense that she could hardly breathe and felt nauseous no matter what she ate.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei's heart clenched, and she immediately agreed.
"Okay, I'll be right out, I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Don't worry, I'm here, everything will be fine."
She hurried toward the door while putting on her coat.
I really don't feel comfortable letting her go out alone right now.
She's too emotionally unstable right now. If something happens to her in the hospital, no one can bear the responsibility.
"Zhiwei, you're the best..."
Jiang Churan's voice trembled, with a heavy nasal tone, and her eyes were red.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before a low voice added.
"If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would have done... Thank you so much."
These past two days, after her father finished scolding her, her mother came to persuade her.
She feels like she can't breathe every time she wakes up.
After hanging up the phone, Song Zhiwei turned to Sheng Tingzhou and said, "I have to accompany a friend to the hospital. She's a bit emotional, so I need to keep an eye on her. She'll probably be staying at my place for a while, so please don't mind."
Sheng Tingzhou was sitting on the sofa reading documents when he heard this. He looked up and gave her a gentle look.
On the phone, Jiang Churan's tone suggested she had suffered a tremendous injustice.
Song Zhiwei had met Jiang Zhenguo before.
He was a typical old-fashioned man, conservative in his thinking, stubborn in his temper, and single-minded in his actions; once he set his mind on a path, he would never change course.
Jiang Churan, the daughter, must have suffered a lot growing up in this kind of family atmosphere.
Sheng Tingzhou frowned, his tone tinged with impatience.
"She's here again? Could she have really been kicked out?"
Song Zhiwei glared at him, her voice slightly cold.
"Can't you wish her well? Aren't you afraid of getting retribution for saying such things?"
Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly and suddenly pulled her into his arms.
He lowered his head and pinched her soft cheeks.
"I just don't want another person in the house, with the lights on all day, making it hard for me to sleep."
Song Zhiwei's ears felt slightly hot from his kiss, but she still smiled and replied.
"Then I'll install a blackout curtain for her and a soundproof door, so that you won't even hear her cough."
He raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.
"It can block out the light, but it can't block out her annoyance. Some people not only take up space, but also cause people a lot of trouble."
She frowned and stared at him.
"So what do you want to do? We can't just stay at this stalemate, can we? Chu Ran is your sister too, can you really bear to see her homeless?"
He gently cupped her chin, his gaze tender.
"How about I help her find a new place? A nice place in a good location, furnished, and I'll pay the rent. Or you can let her have this place, and we can move somewhere else?"
Song Zhiwei was stunned, her breath catching in her throat: "Huh? Us?"
He remained calm and spoke in a gentle tone.
“I have a small villa near the company. It’s not big, but it’s enough for us. It has two bedrooms, two living rooms, and a small yard. The decoration is simple but clean. If you’re willing, we can move there. It’s close to work and quiet.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.
Should we move in together?
Isn't that... cohabitation?
They've only been holding hands for a short time, and haven't even officially confirmed their relationship for a month. How could they move in together so quickly?
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
Who washes the bed? Where is the toothbrush? Will I bump into them when I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?
All of them were trivial yet embarrassing scenes.
Sheng Tingzhou saw through her thoughts at a glance, a smile appearing in his eyes as he coaxed her softly.
"The house has three floors. The first floor is the living room and kitchen, the second floor is the master bedroom and the second bedroom, and the third floor is the study and the terrace. You can live however you like. If you think it's too close, you can live on the first floor and I'll live on the third floor. We'll each keep our own keys and won't bother each other."
He paused, his tone relaxed.
"Besides, it's only a few hundred meters from the company, a three- to five-minute walk, so you can sleep in for an extra half hour in the morning. In winter, you don't have to go out in the dark, you don't have to worry about slipping, and you don't have to squeeze onto the subway. Just think about it, the bed is warm, and when the alarm rings, you can turn over and doze off for another ten minutes. Isn't that great?"
She originally intended to refuse outright.
But when I think of winter in Yancheng, when it's still dark at six in the morning and the cold wind feels like a knife on my face, I realize that winter is here.
As soon as I stepped out of bed, the cold air hit my face directly, and my toes couldn't stop trembling.
Thinking of that feeling, her heart stirred, and her tone softened.
"...Can I think about it? Can you give me an answer tonight?"
He curled his lips into a smile, his eyes flashing slightly.
"Okay, take your time thinking about it. I'm not in a hurry."
She turned around, grabbed her car keys, and went out, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.
As I reached the door, I suddenly stopped, remembering his smile from just now.
The more I think about it, the more something seems off.
That wasn't a laugh; it was clearly a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into his trap.
But... does she really want to escape?
I can't explain it.
It seems... I don't really want to escape anymore.
Deep down, there was even a faint glimmer of expectation.
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Hospital.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
People came and went in a hurry in the corridor.
The nurse pushed the wheelchair quickly past, while the patient's family member looked down at their phone.
The lights were a stark white, reflecting off the ground.
Song Zhiwei parked the car in the underground garage, turned off the engine, and unbuckled her seatbelt.
She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and then opened the car door.
Jiang Churan also got out of the car, her face was a little pale, and she was carrying a small bag.
The two walked side by side toward the elevator, the sound of their high heels clicking on the floor echoing in the empty underground parking garage.
Upon smelling the pungent odor of disinfectant, Jiang Churan's hands instinctively tightened.
"Zhiwei... I've been vomiting a lot these past few days, to the point that I can't even eat breakfast. Is... is something really wrong with me?"
Song Zhiwei felt the coldness of her fingertips and her heart tightened.
She gently raised her other hand and patted Jiang Churan's hand repeatedly.
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