Zhou Zhou's first reaction after closing the door was to pull back the curtains.
Not knowing how long it had been since the curtains were opened, Zhou Zhou suddenly pulled them open to both sides, and through the bright sunlight outside the window, he could see dust floating in the air.
"Cough cough cough!" Zhou Zhou coughed repeatedly, waving his hands in front of his face twice. He turned around and suddenly froze.
The bedroom, decorated in a simple style, was now filled with Ye Qisheng's face, and that's no exaggeration.
Zhou Zhou looked as if he had been shocked for ages.
He walked over and tore down the largest poster of Ye Qisheng in the entire room, which was pasted on the wall above the bed, and remained silent.
Zhou Zhou reached out and pulled at the posters, one after another, even the ceiling directly opposite the bed had a close-up poster of Ye Qisheng.
Zhou Zhou, who had just finished eating and was now working, was panting heavily. Sitting on the floor, looking at the newly renovated bedroom and the posters scattered all over the floor, she could only chuckle to herself.
This house was the original owner's and Fu Hengzhi's marital home. He guessed that Fu Hengzhi had never stepped into this room except on their wedding day, otherwise he would have strangled the original owner for making such a mess of the room.
Zhou Zhou walked out of the bedroom and downstairs. When she reached the kitchen, she looked at the figure wiping the sink and called out, "Aunt Feng."
Aunt Feng turned around and stared at him warily. She hid the rag in her hand in the sink and said simply, "I don't need you. I've already finished my work."
"..." Zhou Zhou looked at Aunt Feng's expression, his lips twitching, and said helplessly, "Aunt Feng, I'm not trying to steal your work, I just want to ask for a big bag."
"A big bag? What's in it?" Aunt Feng had a habit of putting away her shopping bags. Hearing this, she dried her hands on her apron, opened the cabinet under the sink, and took out a huge black bag.
Is this okay?
“Absolutely.” Zhou Zhou reached out and took the bag, thanking Aunt Feng with a smile.
Aunt Feng waved her hand and casually asked, "What do you need the bag for?"
Zhou Zhou grabbed the bag and ran upstairs in a few quick steps, calling out loudly.
"Load up the trash!"
Zhou Zhou went inside, closed the door, and transformed into a manual paper shredder, tearing each poster into tiny pieces and putting them into a trash bag.
The bedroom has a walk-in closet and a bathroom/toilet. Besides the bed, there is only a table covered with Q-version dolls of Ye Qisheng.
After tidying up, Zhou Zhou casually piled the trash bags by the bedroom door.
I changed my clothes, took a shower, unplugged my phone charger, and lay in bed planning my next step.
It seems the divorce won't be possible for the next couple of days.
Zhou Zhou hadn't forgotten what Fu Hengzhi had said during the day about the original owner's parents-in-law wanting to come see him. He flipped through his contacts to find their numbers, intending to tell the two elders not to come.
I was scrolling through my phone when a call came in.
[Caller: Aunt Duan, Note: Do not answer calls unless absolutely necessary]
"What the heck is this note?" Zhou Zhou muttered, his mind racing as he confirmed with absolute certainty that the call was from Fu Hengzhi's mother, Duan Yun.
And he doesn't adhere to principles unless absolutely necessary. The original owner of this body really is like that; after all, they're all family.
Zhou Zhou mentally scorned the 'unfilial' original owner before answering the phone.
"Hello, Aunt Duan."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before a gentle female voice, tinged with hesitation, spoke up, "...Xiao Zhou, why aren't you calling me Mom anymore?"
"..." Don't ask, the answer is I've forgotten.
Zhou Zhou cleared his throat twice and mumbled, "Um, Mom, I was just tidying up the bedroom, I'm so tired I'm dizzy."
"Oh, I see." Duan Yun said knowingly, and asked with concern, "Your dad and I were busy this morning and only just had a moment to spare. Sister Feng just called me and said you were discharged from the hospital. How are you? Was it serious? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"
"No, no, the doctor said I'm exceptionally gifted and recovered well."
After Zhou Zhou finished speaking, he heard Duan Yun chuckle on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Zhou, Sister Feng said you've changed. I didn't believe it at first, but now you do sound more cheerful than before."
"How have things been with Xiaoheng lately? Has he been bullying you?"
"No, no, Fu... Hengzhi and I are fine. I almost called him by his full name, but Zhou Zhou quickly corrected herself, "Hengzhi and I are doing great, he didn't bully me."
"Oh, I see." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be muttering something, and after a moment said, "Your dad and I will come to see you two tonight. It's been a long time since the four of us have eaten together as a family."
"No... I think it's better not to meet Fu Hengzhi's parents yet, since I'm new here. Otherwise, it would be awkward if we met as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law today and then divorced in the future."
He said sincerely, "You and Dad are both very busy, and it takes a lot of time to come back and forth..."
Zhou Zhou's words and tone were perfectly reasonable; he was clearly declining politely.
"Hmm... Xiao Zhou, you're right." Duan Yun seemed to be genuinely thinking.
"Mhm." Zhou Zhou nodded.
"Then I'll have your dad call Xiaoheng..."
"Mmm." Zhou Zhou replied happily.
"Let him drive. You two come over tonight, and Mom will cook your favorite dishes herself."
"Uh-huh—ah?" Zhou Zhou was completely dumbfounded.
No, why don't the characters in this story follow the usual patterns?
[Author's Note: Zhou Zhou (forcing a smile): I won't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to me.]
Chapter Six: Grandson? What grandson?
Perhaps because Zhou Zhou had been silent for too long, Duan Yun asked softly and cautiously on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Zhou, do you not want to come to Mom's?"
"..." That's right, Auntie, I don't want to go. I'm afraid of being embarrassed and I'm afraid my identity will be exposed.
These words were just wishful thinking. As a model young man with impeccable morals and a strong sense of filial piety, Zhou Zhou couldn't refuse since his elders had already spoken so earnestly. He could only put on a long face and reassure them, "No, I'm willing. I was just too excited."
Duan Yun's tone changed again, her joy overflowing, "That's great, Mom will be waiting for you tonight."
"...Okay." After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhou sprawled out on the bed.
Despite the warmth of her elders and their genuine desire to help her, Zhou Zhou felt a sense of helplessness, like a drifting duckweed, caught in the middle of it all.
He finally understood that, apart from the original owner's fervent pursuit of the movie star, all other decisions contained elements of passivity to some extent.
Faced with a domineering CEO and his parents, what can a pitiful little guy like him decide?
It's not easy for anyone.
'Buzz—'
Zhou Zhou pursed her lips, her voice slightly hoarse as she answered the phone, "Hello?"
"..." The prepared speech on the other end of the phone suddenly paused when Zhou Zhou spoke, and after a moment asked in surprise, "You cried?"
"Huh?" Hearing what the other person said, Zhou Zhou habitually wiped the corner of his eye, and there were indeed some tear stains on the back of his hand.
Zhou Zhou silently wiped away her tears, cleared her throat twice, and said, "I'm a little tired, and my voice is a bit hoarse."
Fu Hengzhi hummed in agreement. He had just finished a call with his father and learned of their decision to go back to the old house together tonight.
For him, it was better for the couple, who were in a marriage of convenience, to spend less time in front of their parents, as this would reduce the risk of exposure.
Knowing this, the other party shouldn't have agreed to the request. Fu Hengzhi originally intended to confront them, but upon hearing their hoarse voice, the anger surging in his heart couldn't be vented, and he gradually lost his temper.
"Rest if you're tired." This was probably the first time Fu Hengzhi had said this to Zhou Zhou, and his tone was slightly stiff. "I'll pick you up at six in the afternoon, and we'll have dinner at my parents' house tonight."
"Okay." Zhou Zhou greeted the other party with the same words, "You've worked hard, remember to rest, I'm hanging up now."
It was just a simple greeting between people, but it was a way of interacting between the two of them that they had never done before.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Hengzhi stared blankly at the phone's communication interface.
Zhou Zhou wasn't sleepy at first, but after saying that he was a little tired, his brain seemed to receive some kind of suggestion and gradually sank into a soft, hazy state.
When Zhou Zhou woke up, it was just past five or six o'clock. She picked out a casual outfit in the dressing room, fixed her hair, and went downstairs to sit in the living room, chatting with Aunt Feng while waiting for Fu Hengzhi.
At exactly six o'clock, the sound of car horns rang out in the courtyard.
Zhou Zhou went out into the courtyard and was truly shocked by the power of capital when he saw the car, which was a different brand from the one he had ridden in that morning.
"President Fu, you're right on time." Zhou Zhou felt refreshed after a good night's sleep, and even her slightly gloomy mood had healed.
Fu Hengzhi hummed in agreement, didn't exchange many words with Zhou Zhou, drove the car into the courtyard without even turning off the engine, and then drove out again.
Zhou Zhou sat in the back, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window, while Fu Hengzhi occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror.
“My parents don’t know about the divorce. Aunt Feng has already called them to tell them why you were injured, so you don’t need to say anything more.”
“Okay.” Zhou Zhou answered crisply and decisively, making things especially easier for Fu Hengzhi.
"Oh, right," Zhou Zhou suddenly remembered, "Should I bring gifts for my aunt and uncle?"
"I've prepared everything." Fu Hengzhi glanced at him and snorted coldly, "It's really troublesome that you remembered."
"Hehe, next time, I'll definitely remember." Isn't this my first time visiting my in-laws' house?
Zhou Zhou suddenly remembered the original owner's pitiful balance and thought to himself that it wasn't enough either.
As soon as the car entered the Fu family's old residence and came to a stop, Fu Hengzhi got out first, and Zhou Zhou followed suit. Fu Hengzhi then opened the car door from the outside.
"Come on, baby, we've arrived."
"!!!" Staring blankly at the outstretched palm in front of him and hearing this intimate address, Zhou Zhou got goosebumps all over.
"President Fu." Zhou Zhou looked around nervously and said like a thief, "If you've been kidnapped, blink twice."
Fu Hengzhi: "..."
Fu Hengzhi felt a throbbing in his temples, but he still maintained a smile, gritting his teeth, "Mom and Dad will be watching our relationship. You've been putting on a good show since we moved in. It's always been like this. What's wrong with you?"
"..." What? What happened to me? I didn't know anything about this!
Zhou Zhou swallowed hard, staring at the broad, calloused hand in front of him. At this moment, he didn't even have the courage to offer his hand to a man!
This is acting, this is acting.
Zhou Zhou kept reminding himself as he slowly reached out his hand.
"..." Seeing Zhou Zhou's slow movements, Fu Hengzhi grabbed his hand without saying a word and pulled him out of the car.
"Xiao Heng, Xiao Zhou, you're here so early?" There was no one else in the entire Fu family mansion. The only nanny was also taking care of the newlywed couple. Duan Yun opened the door, wearing a long home dress with a gray knitted cardigan on top. Her hair was casually tied back. She looked surprised and delighted when she saw the two of them.
“Yes, Zhou Zhou wanted to come see you as soon as possible.” Fu Hengzhi held Zhou Zhou’s hand in one hand and handed over the gift in the other hand. “This is a gift that Zhou Zhou picked out for you and Dad.”
"Zhou Zhou picked these?" Duan Yun's behavior was out of character for her age; she was as happy as a teenage girl as she accepted the two boxes of gifts from Zhou Zhou, the contents of which she didn't know.