Shen Zhiyi remained silent for a long time.
"Young Master...it's really too short..."
Fu Yinzhou's gloomy voice rang out from outside.
"If you come out now and it doesn't fit, we'll have you change it in five minutes."
“If you’re not coming out…” his voice suddenly turned cold, “then you shouldn’t be working here.”
“I have no interest in hiring a nanny who is too difficult to manage.”
Shen Zhiyi heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling away, gradually fading into the distance.
It was as if I saw a hundred million dollars floating away right before my eyes.
She quickly opened the locker room door: "No! No! I'm coming out now!"
She pulled at her skirt and came out hesitantly.
The black maid outfit made her look even more docile and harmless.
Fu Yinzhou's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and he almost held his breath.
That's so unfair...
With Zhizhi's face, wearing this outfit...
He gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
She lowered her eyes and composed herself.
He lifted his eyelids and looked again at her long, slender legs that were pressed together.
His brows furrowed suddenly.
It's so close together, you can't see it at all.
"Young Master...you see, it really doesn't fit quite right, does it?" Shen Zhiyi smiled awkwardly. "I'll go in and change it right now."
"Wait a minute," Fu Yinzhou said in a deep voice.
"I just dropped something under the bed, could you pick it up for me before you leave?"
"Okay." Shen Zhiyi nodded, facing him, she knelt down and reached under the bed to grope around.
"Young master, what is that?"
"A key."
key?
It's so small that it's hard to feel it just by touching it.
Shen Zhiyi bent down, tilted her head, and, using the sunlight streaming in through the window, looked around and searched under the bed.
Completely unaware, a wheelchair slowly approached from behind.
Fu Yinzhou traversed the distance bit by bit, finally moving between her legs, which were lying to the side...
My gaze fell.
From the black hem of the skirt.
It has a plump and soft texture like two pieces of mutton fat jade.
On one of the delicate, translucent white sections, lay a bright red birthmark, about the size of a fingernail.
birthmark……
Fu Yinzhou felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
They stood there, stunned.
Zhizhi...zhizhi!
She is Zhizhi!
Zhizhi didn't die... She didn't die... She was even sitting perfectly fine in front of him, right next to him!
His dark pupils gradually widened until his eye sockets became misty and the corners of his eyes turned red.
He gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, nearly lunging at her.
Overwhelmed by excitement and exhilaration, Fu Yinzhou's pores stood on end, and his entire body trembled slightly.
He opened his mouth to call out to her, but found himself almost speechless.
Shen Zhiyi finally found the key.
She felt a cold touch on her palm and laughed out loud in surprise.
"Found it!"
She looked up and was startled to see Fu Yinzhou standing right beside her.
"Young Master, what brings you here all of a sudden?"
She noticed Fu Yinzhou's strange expression; he seemed to be crying, yet also laughing, but his gaze remained fixed on her, as if he were looking at something precious.
My heart skipped a beat for no reason.
Then I realized that my current posture was barely covering my lower body...
She quickly got up and placed the keys on the bed.
"I'll go change my clothes first!"
She grabbed the hem of her skirt and hurriedly ran towards the dressing room.
Fu Yinzhou watched her retreating figure, its silhouette flickering in the light of her tears, until it disappeared behind the dressing room door.
He covered his face, tears seeping through his fingers.
Suddenly, she wiped away her tears and raised her arm.
He bit himself hard.
The intense pain and the metallic smell of blood finally made him unable to suppress the corners of his lips curving upwards.
It's not a dream...it's not a dream!
He stared at the keys on the bed, a slight smile playing on his lips, and repeated what she had just said.
"Found it..."
Zhizhi.
After all these years, I've finally found you...
The intense euphoria didn't last long before a thought suddenly popped into Fu Yinzhou's head.
Since she is Zhizhi, why doesn't she acknowledge herself as her?
Has she forgotten herself?
This guess made his face turn deathly pale instantly.
The palms gripping the wheelchair gradually became damp.
He turned his head and looked at the closed locker room door.
She forgot him.
Fu Yinzhou suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.
He leaned back in his chair, his breathing becoming increasingly disordered and rapid, as he posed more and more questions.
If Zhizhi is still alive, then who was the person who died back then?
Did Fu Sheng fake her death?
If Fu Sheng did it, then his only motive is to separate himself from Zhizhi.
Now, if he rashly acknowledges Zhizhi, will it put her in danger again and threaten her life?
Does Fu Sheng know her true identity?
What kind of deal existed between her and Fu Sheng?
Too many problems came rushing in.
It struck a nerve with Fu Yinzhou.
He hated that he was disabled and couldn't protect her all the time.
yes……
He is disabled.
This fact, which suddenly entered his mind, pierced his heart more than a cold, sharp knife.
How could a cripple be worthy of her?
Fu Yinzhou's eyes welled up with tears again. He grabbed his collar and felt a sudden difficulty breathing.
Shen Zhiyi came out after changing her clothes and saw that he looked unwell. She immediately rushed over and asked anxiously, "Young Master, how are you?"
Fu Yinzhou heard her voice and opened his eyes.
Overwhelmed by intense emotions, I cast aside all thoughts and concerns, grabbed her wrist, and pulled hard.
Let her fall onto his lap.
Fu Yinzhou grasped her waist, pulled her towards him, and then wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Knowing it was her, even his fingertips trembled.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
"Young Master..."
This was the first time he had ever hugged her so proactively.
They're holding each other so tightly.
"Don't move..." Fu Yinzhou buried his head in her neck, his thin lips pressed against her throbbing pulse, and said in a muffled voice, "Just hold me like this for a while."
"Shen Zhiyi, I need you."
He inhaled her scent deeply, as if with longing.
He should have known long ago that, besides her, whose scent could be so effective on him?
What he longed for, missed, and remembered was etched into his very bones.
It's always been just her...
Amidst the overwhelming love, Fu Yinzhou felt a surge of intense desire to get closer to her and even possess her.
A storm brewed in his dark eyes, but his gaze gradually hardened.
He will find out everything.
But before that, he had to confirm whether she still remembered him...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
