Zhao Xiyin raised her chin, calm and composed, seemingly chatting with Cen Yue, "I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about my brother."
The three heads in front turned back and continued their nonsense: "Zhou Qishen rose to power so quickly, isn't it all because of his relationship with that person from the Gu family?"
Zhao Xiyin scoffed, "No one's stopping you from climbing the social ladder. Everyone should rely on their own abilities to succeed. Don't be a sour grapes."
Cen Yue said innocently, "The grapes I ate weren't sour at all."
"Zhou Qishen plays with women like he plays with anything, he doesn't refuse anyone who comes his way. When his company was preparing for its IPO, it was said that he was dating the daughter of Deputy Director Wang of the Securities Regulatory Commission. He had her completely under his thumb. Deputy Director Wang really thought he had found a perfect son-in-law, but in fact, Zhou Qishen only used her as a stepping stone."
Zhao Xiyin suddenly stood up and raised her hand, intending to break off those three annoying, greasy heads.
She held back, forcing a smile and suppressing her trembling voice, saying with a forced laugh, "Trash sees everyone as trash, and filthy people see everyone as having filthy thoughts."
Cen Yue, being simple-minded, simply thought the sentence was brilliant and clapped her hands in approval, saying, "I'm going to write it down in my little notebook!"
Well, by sheer accident, I actually helped Zhao Xiyin make her act seem plausible.
The three men looked at each other, bewildered but none daring to question the situation. Just then, their number was called, and a waiter came to lead the way. Before leaving their seats, the three men said, "Yesterday I heard that Young Master Yan said in the hospital that he'd be looking for someone in the next couple of days."
Why are you looking for someone?
“If it’s underhanded, we’ll pay Zhou Qishen back tenfold.”
As the person walked away, the sound faded.
Zhao Xiyin had only been sitting on a stool with a tiny gap between it and the chair so she could hear people talking. She lost her balance and stumbled forward, hitting her chin on the back of the chair in front of her. The pain brought tears to her eyes.
Cen Yue was startled, "Are you alright?"
She's fine, but someone seems to be in trouble.
Zhao Xiyin rubbed her chin, her eyes still wet. She hesitated for a long time before finally deciding, "Go in first when it's your turn, wait for me, I'll be right there."
Cen Yue watched her retreating figure, "Hey! Zhao Xigua!"
Zhao Xiyin scrolled through Gu Heping's WeChat Moments again, memorizing the location of the shop in his previous post. Then she asked around for directions: Section B, sixth floor. By the time she found the place, she was breathless from running there. She felt like she was acting neurotic, looking left and right, seeing everyone as someone looking for trouble. Once she calmed down, Zhao Xiyin realized that she could have simply made a phone call or sent a text message to let him know.
It was late; Zhou Qishen had already left "The Wind Has Stopped".
He was at the front, wearing a white polo shirt and light beige trousers, chatting casually with Lao Cheng. His handsome face was all smiles, his features lively; he was truly dashing. Lao Cheng, facing forward, was completely stunned. Before he could even warn Boss Zhou, Zhao Xiyin had already run over.
She ran until her face was flushed, ran with genuine emotion, and ran with her blood boiling.
She stood in front of Zhou Qishen and gestured frantically, saying urgently, "Someone wants to get revenge on you, tenfold, I'm not kidding, I heard them call for help..."
Zhou Qishen, you should stop showing your face in public.
Author's Note: That's right, you have to uphold some male virtues :)
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Don't rush to take sides. Right now, I've only written about how good Zhou Ge is. Who knows, you might want to slap him a couple of times later = =
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This chapter also includes 500 small red envelopes.
Chapter 22 I Don't Believe in Growing Old Together (2)
I don't believe that people can grow old together (2)
The "iron triangle" remained quiet, their expressions truly fascinating.
Zhao Xiyin didn't regret what she said. She had already said it. He had caused trouble for her, and he owed her a debt, so she had to pay it back.
She squatted down on the ground, tiny as a kitten, with her head down.
Zhou Qishen felt a warmth spreading through his body, growing warmer and warmer. At the tail end of summer, he clearly felt a gentle spring breeze. Zhou Qishen bent down, and as he drew closer, that familiar fragrance enveloped Zhao Xiyin's senses once more.
Zhou Qi smiled faintly and agreed in a low voice, "Okay, I won't show my face in public."
Zhao Xiyin squatted down and didn't move.
Thinking it was just a girl's modesty, Zhou Qishen felt more and more comfortable and said, "Get up, everyone here is an acquaintance."
Gu Heping and Lao Cheng both understood and knew their place, not taking the girl's initiative lightly. In a normal tone, they comforted her, "It's alright, Xiao Xi, Brother Zhou is just thanking you. Get up, let Brother Zhou treat you to a meal."
After a long silence, Zhao Xiyin finally spoke. She turned to look at Zhou Qishen and said, "My stomach hurts."
It really hurt. It must have taken her at least two 800-meter runs from Zone F. Zhao Xiyin was panting heavily from running so fast, and her abdomen was in excruciating pain. Zhou Qishen frowned, then squatted down, grabbed her arms, and helped her up.
Zhao Xiyin calmed down after a while, feeling better. Her eyes held a hint of helplessness. "I just wanted to tell you, maybe it's not true."
“Hmm.” Zhou Qishen looked at her.
"It's always good to be careful," Zhao Xiyin added.
“Okay.” Zhou Qishen nodded.
Old Cheng, standing to the side, winked at Gu Heping with a half-smile, "Doesn't he look like a model husband who listens to his wife?"
Gu Heping nodded vigorously. It looked just like it.
Zhao Xiyin greeted them, "Brother Cheng, Brother Heping, goodbye."
Old Cheng stopped the person and said politely, "Xiao west, Brother Cheng is treating you to this meal. Please do me the honor."
Zhao Xiyin said in a deep voice, "No, my friend is still waiting for me."