Aunt Feng sat down, but her eyes were fixed on Zhou Zhou's face.
She reached out and gently touched the bandage with mottled bloodstains around his forehead, frowning with concern, "How did you fall like this while filming? It must hurt a lot."
"Filming a movie?" Zhou Zhou asked, glancing up at Fu Hengzhi standing beside her with a puzzled look.
The latter's expression darkened slightly, but he remained indifferent and showed no other reaction.
"Yeah, it's for filming, and the wire work isn't very solid." After all, it doesn't sound good to be caught cheating in a hotel and end up collapsing on the bedside table. He's getting a divorce anyway, and the other party is still giving him face.
Despite his bad temper, the CEO is actually quite considerate.
"Isn't being an actor too dangerous? Didn't they say there were stunt doubles? Xiao Zhou, why did you do it yourself?" Aunt Feng asked three questions in a row, and Zhou Zhou was completely stumped.
“Every industry has its own risks, and wire work is very simple and doesn’t require a stunt double. I have to be worthy of my profession.” Zhou Zhou coaxed Aunt Feng, and only felt relieved after seeing that her worries had been dispelled.
"Oh, right, Xiaozhou, I made you some chicken soup." Aunt Feng opened the thermos, and a rich aroma filled the entire ward.
Zhou Zhou hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since she transmigrated, and her stomach was completely empty. Upon smelling this soup, she wished she could immediately grab the thermos and drink it all up.
"Auntie knows you care about your figure and don't like greasy food, so I specially removed the chicken skin and simmered it for a longer time, and also skimmed off the surface oil." Aunt Feng handed him the soup spoon. "Have a few sips, this is good for your wound healing."
Hearing this, Zhou Zhou was taken aback and stared blankly at the chicken soup in the thermos. The soup was rich and flavorful, with goji berries and red dates floating in it, and the chicken had been thoughtfully shredded for easy consumption.
In the original world, Zhou Zhou's parents passed away at a young age, and he hadn't felt this kind of care and concern for a long time.
Zhou Zhou felt a lump in her throat, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
His forehead was wrapped in bandages, and his already pale face, along with the redness around his eyes and nose, made him look even more wretched and pitiful.
Fu Hengzhi's eyes flickered slightly, and his hand unconsciously reached for the tissue box on the table, but he immediately withdrew it as soon as he realized what he was about to do.
Whatever he does, he brought it on himself.
Zhou Zhou didn't notice Fu Hengzhi's little actions. He gripped the soup spoon, picked up the thermos, blew on it, and then tilted his head back to drink.
The chicken soup was warm but not scalding, indicating that the temperature had been carefully controlled. It was clear that Aunt Feng had put a lot of effort into making this chicken soup.
Thinking about it this way, Zhou Zhou felt even more upset. She made up her mind that after the divorce, she would take the 30 million yuan and treat Aunt Feng like an elder in the family.
Zhou Zhou gulped down the chicken soup, finishing it all. When she put down the thermos, her eyes were red, and she let out a satisfied burp.
Aunt Feng's eyes were already wet with tears, and her heart ached. But when she saw his comical appearance, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"It's delicious, Aunt Feng." Zhou Zhou put the lid back on the thermos, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and flashed a standard smile that showed eight teeth. "This chicken soup is especially delicious today."
"As long as it tastes good, that's fine. If you want to drink it when you get home, Auntie will make it for you again." Aunt Feng wondered if it was just her imagination, but Zhou Zhou seemed to have become much more obedient and well-behaved since being hospitalized. Before, she would have been stuffed after just a couple of sips.
The three chatted for a while in the ward. Since they came from different fields, the chat didn't last long, but Zhou Zhou listened attentively and responded to Aunt Feng with a smile, which Fu Hengzhi hadn't expected.
Looking at Zhou Zhou's dark circles under her eyes, it was clear that she hadn't slept well all night. Could it be that she knew the downsides of divorce and was starting to use Aunt Feng to make a struggle?
Fu Hengzhi snorted coldly. Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? Now? Too late.
"Alright, you two chat and catch up. I'm going back now." Aunt Feng stood up.
Fu Hengzhi still had to discuss the divorce with Zhou Zhou, so he couldn't leave now. "Aunt Feng, I'll have the driver take you home."
Aunt Feng waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to see her off. "I'll just take a taxi back. You two can chat some more."
"Then I'll see you downstairs." Fu Hengzhi treated Aunt Feng with the utmost respect, as if she were an elder in the family.
"Me too..." Zhou Zhou also planned to do the same.
"You should rest here," Aunt Feng stopped him. "Your head wound shouldn't be exposed to the wind."
Zhou Zhou couldn't refuse Aunt Feng, so he could only see them off to the ward door and watch them disappear at the elevator at the end of the corridor.
"Sigh." Zhou Zhou had eaten and drunk her fill and started to feel sleepy again. Since she had to discuss the serious matter of divorce later, she could only pick up her phone and browse various social media platforms first.
In their line of work, it's crucial to stay abreast of social trends, be observant, and understand the direction of popular culture.
Besides writing novels in his original world, Zhou Zhou also frequently browsed various Q&A sections to earn extra money and have some fun. The two worlds were similar to parallel worlds, with roughly the same knowledge systems and cultural classifications, so living in this world was not a difficult task for Zhou Zhou.
The questions in the Q&A section range from real-life emotional disputes to academic and life problems, but Zhou Zhou's favorite are the silly and whimsical ideas.
[Question 1: If I am a fugitive and am caught on my way to surrender, does it still count as a surrender?]
[Question 2: If a pig's kidneys are deficient in nutrients, are its kidneys still considered nourishing?]
[Question 3: I just ascended and don't quite understand. Do I go to the stratosphere or the troposphere?]
[Question 4: If poison expires, does its potency increase or decrease?]
......
"Hahaha, what is all this?" Zhou Zhou laughed until tears streamed down her face, continuing to scroll through her phone.
[Question 25: What do you do if you wake up one day to find yourself transmigrated into a book and married to a man?]
"?" Zhou Zhou's smile vanished abruptly. Her expression changed so quickly that she didn't even have time to react before her tears started clicking on the screen.
An anonymous user replied: Thanks for the invitation. I'm a straight man who just transmigrated into a book and am currently getting a divorce...
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"Hengzhi, Xiaozhou has become much more sensible..." Aunt Feng could tell at a glance that Zhou Zhou's personality and way of dealing with people had changed. "Why don't you think about the divorce again?"
"Yes, I will." Fu Hengzhi didn't intend to say much more to Aunt Feng about this. She had advised him like this many times before, but Zhou Zhou never seized the opportunity.
Fu Hengzhi escorted Aunt Feng to the hospital entrance and watched her get into the car before returning to his ward.
When Zhou Zhou returned, she was sitting on a single sofa with a sunflower in a vase on the coffee table next to her. This was a gesture from the hospital, a special privilege for VIP patients.
It symbolizes vitality, health, and a wish for the patient to be discharged from the hospital soon.
The blooming sunflowers and Zhou Zhou's smile complemented each other, both appearing incredibly radiant at that moment.
Just as Zhou Zhou finished answering, she put down her phone and saw Fu Hengzhi standing at the door. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at Fu Hengzhi and said, "You've come."
Upon seeing such a smile, Fu Hengzhi's eyes flickered slightly, his feelings extremely complicated.
The question of yes or no was nagging at him, but Fu Hengzhi remained outwardly calm and composed. As planned, he took out the divorce agreement and placed it on the coffee table, while he sat down on the sofa on the other side.
"See, no problem, I'll sign it."
“Okay.” Zhou Zhou picked up the agreement and read it. Knowing the plot, he knew there was nothing wrong with the agreement, but he still couldn’t help but take a look. After seeing the words ‘Fu Hengzhi compensates Zhou Zhou with 30 million’, he picked up the pen on the coffee table and signed his name.
The strokes begin neatly and end powerfully, marking the beginning of the characters "周舟".
"Here you go." Zhou Zhou handed the paper and pen to the other person, his eyes lifting slightly, his smiling eyes now bright and alert. Realizing that he might have been a little too excited, Zhou Zhou cleared his throat twice to suppress his emotions. However, the impact of 30 million was too great, and he could only feel a mix of regret and elation.
He said, "It's okay to be divorced. The friendship between our two families is still there. We are still brothers. My uncle and aunt have taken such good care of me. I will definitely do my best to be filial in the future."
"..." Fu Hengzhi narrowed his eyes, staring at the face that he had loathed countless times. At this moment, the other party was practically spitting out the words "I'm very happy" on his face.
A businessman's intuition told him that the other party's cheerfulness must mean something was wrong.
Zhou Zhou was completely oblivious to Fu Hengzhi's expression, already happily arranging a place for the 30 million in her mind.
How much is allocated to financial management, how much to a wife's savings, how much to a child's savings, and how much to daily expenses?
Hahahaha... Zhou Zhou's laughter stopped abruptly when he met Fu Hengzhi's scrutinizing gaze. "Why haven't you signed yet?"
Seeing the contrast in Zhou Zhou's expression before and after, Fu Hengzhi became even more convinced of his judgment.
Put down the pen, hold the agreement in the air with both sides, and point your wrists outward.
A few 'sizzling' sounds.
What was torn up was not only the divorce agreement, but also Zhou Zhou's dream of getting rich with 30 million.
The incident happened so suddenly that Zhou Zhou even had a smile on his lips.
"...What are you doing?"
Fu Hengzhi threw the shards into the trash can, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "I'll give you another chance. I hope you know what's good for you."
[Author's Note: Zhou Zhou: My goal is a wife, kids, and a warm bed!]
Fu Hengzhi: You have a wife, but children... can you have them?
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Chapter Two: One or Two People Who Are Really Curly
Zhou Zhou: "?"
No, bro, why aren't you following the script?
If it weren't for his pride as a man, Zhou Zhou would have loved to pull the pieces of the agreement out of the trash can and painstakingly piece them back together.
Thirty million! Thirty million! The duck that was almost in my mouth flew away, boohoo!
Fu Hengzhi took in Zhou Zhou's gradually fading smile.
Sure enough, there was a problem.
Fu Hengzhi glanced at him and asked knowingly, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
"..." Zhou Zhou forced a smile, "It was quite sudden."
"Okay." Fu Hengzhi glanced at his watch, stood up and straightened his clothes. "I have an early meeting. Once you're discharged, contact the driver to pick you up."
After saying that, he left the ward again without giving Zhou Zhou any chance to speak.
A scene that seemed familiar.
Zhou Zhou stared at the trembling door frame, his slightly open mouth unable to close for a long time.
This is my first time transmigrating into a book. I ask questions when I don't understand. Are all domineering CEOs so whimsical and efficient in their work, leaving no room for others to succeed?
Zhou Zhou was still reeling from the grief of losing 30 million. In a daze, she moved from the sofa to the hospital bed and checked the balances of the original owner's various cards.
Rounding it off, it barely makes up a four-digit number.
"This is too little, isn't it?" In his memory, the original owner had a fixed income of at least tens of thousands a month. Fu Hengzhi would also deposit a fixed amount into his card every month. He didn't know how much, but the president's amount was definitely not small. It's only the middle of the month and this is all that's left?
As Zhou Zhou was seriously considering whether the original owner of the book had any illegal 'hobbies', a phone call interrupted his train of thought.
Caller: Yan Li
"..." Zhou Zhou remembered this name. It was a character who appeared quite frequently in the original book. He was the agent of the original owner, who was just a pretty face, and also the agent of the protagonist in the book.
The original book, "The Movie Emperor and His Stand-in White Moonlight," features the movie emperor Ye Qisheng as the seme and the stand-in for his white moonlight, Wen Luo, a rising star actor with both excellent acting skills and good looks.
As his name suggests, Yan Li was a man of action. As soon as Zhou Zhou answered the phone, a roaring male voice came from the other end.