Damn it, this is outrageous! Was the original owner's brain just a series of holes? He was still wondering how the original owner could have been so devastated by this one thing after confessing to Ye Qisheng so many times, that he would have given up on his family and career.
So yesterday wasn't just a normal confession, he actually proposed!
"Take it away." Ye Qisheng repeated impatiently. Yesterday, he had planned to throw this piece of junk into the trash can and transfer the money directly to the other party. Anyway, the Ye family didn't lack this kind of money.
He only found out last night that Zhou Zhou was a member of the Fu family.
Currently, there are only a few well-known figures in J City's high society. They treat each other with respect, and while there are undercurrents of business friction, they always try to maintain a respectable public image.
This forced him to give the other party some face and return the item to its rightful owner.
Zhou Zhou stared at the exquisite velvet box, his mind racing. For some reason, he suddenly waved his hand and laughed, "Hey, take it. It's not like it's anything valuable!"
"......"
Qin Yue stared at Ye Qisheng's increasingly dangerous gaze, feeling a tiny bit scared.
Is this something she can hear? Will she be silenced?
"Well, I still have a few scenes to film." Qin Yue decided it was best to slip away as soon as possible. "I'm going to the set now."
Qin Yue left the corridor space to the two of them.
Zhou Zhou suddenly realized that he had gone down a dead end, panicked, and began frantically looking for opportunities to salvage the situation.
How should one remedy such an awkward situation?
Zhou Zhou swallowed hard, grabbed the ring box, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"But Teacher Ye didn't like it, so I had no choice but to take it back." This is what it means to be comfortable as long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.
After saying that, Zhou Zhou turned and ran, not daring to raise his head for fear of meeting Ye Qisheng's gaze. After all, one cannot hide the desire to kill someone.
Zhou Zhou had only run a few steps when he caught a glimpse of someone standing ahead. Just as he was about to stop, his foot slipped.
Zhou Zhou collapsed headfirst into that person's arms.
Based on this momentum and from this angle, Zhou Zhou felt that if he went down like this, he might be able to return to the original world.
Zhou Zhou closed her eyes peacefully, goodbye to this wretched world.
"Are you alright?" The man noticed the bandage on Zhou Zhou's forehead and quickly grabbed Zhou Zhou's shoulder.
Zhou Zhou's forehead was not subjected to secondary damage.
Upon seeing Zhou Zhou's appearance clearly, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"
Zhou Zhou was somewhat taken aback by being held in the arms of a grown man in such an odd position. After jumping up and regaining her balance, she said awkwardly but politely, "Thank you... You look familiar."
"It's me. We met at 'Enchanted' yesterday. Later, I took you to Mantu. I was the one who called 120 when you bumped your head on the bedside table."
"...Then I should thank you?"
Zhou Zhou appeared calm and collected on the surface, but inwardly he was utterly shocked. So this was the adulterer from last night!
Looking closely, the person looked really familiar. It seemed like he had seen him somewhere before. Zhou Zhou tried hard to remember where he had seen him before. A voice came from behind him, but it was clear that the person speaking was not him.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Qisheng noticed the commotion and walked over. He frowned at the 'adulter's' grinning face and asked again, "You just said where you two went last night?"
"Brother, you're here too~"
The word "brother" stunned Zhou Zhou.
This is Ye Qisheng's younger brother. No wonder he felt like he had seen him somewhere before. No wonder the original owner sought a one-night stand with him. The two brothers really look alike.
Speaking of Ye Qisheng's younger brother...
Zhou Zhou recalled the seemingly innocent yet cunning character in the original book who had gotten himself involved in the love-hate relationship between the main characters.
"..." Zhou Zhou silently looked at Ye Misheng, who was joking with his older brother.
This one looks like a villain?
"I'm asking you a question!" Ye Qisheng shouted at Ye Misheng, but the latter remained unfazed, still smiling, looking around, picking something up from the ground and holding it in front of Zhou Zhou.
"Did you drop this?"
Zhou Zhou reached into his pocket, then awkwardly accepted the brocade box. "Yes, thank you."
The other person abruptly withdrew their hand as their fingertips touched the box, examined it closely, and asked with a smile, "What is this? Is this the token of love you gave to my brother?"
"Ye Misheng!" Ye Qisheng was furious.
It would be a thankless task to really anger Ye Qisheng, so Ye Misheng had no choice but to hand the brocade box back to Zhou Zhou, saying, "Here you go, what a pity."
Zhou Zhou stared at the small box in his palm, wondering if the other person really wanted to give it to him.
Ye Misheng's eyes were full of sincerity. He held his hand up for a moment without letting go. Zhou Zhou felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He looked around and reached out his hand again.
"Thanks......"
I couldn't bring myself to say thank you.
Zhou Zhou saw an old acquaintance.
It was unclear how long Fu Hengzhi had been there, but he was standing diagonally behind Ye Misheng, in a position where he could see the movements of the two of them.
His face was gloomy, and he was testing the limits of his temper.
Zhou Zhou: "......"
Three men make a drama, and Zhou Zhou had never felt so suffocated.
Help me, help me, help me, help me!
[Author's Note: Zhou Zhou: What ring? No, no, it's not worth anything... 300,000?! Give it to me!]
Fu Hengzhi: ......
Chapter Four: The Goal - Wife, Children, and a Warm Bed
Fu Hengzhi's handsome face was clouded with gloom, and he looked as if he was about to be struck by lightning.
Despite not liking him, he was still her nominal husband, and he had worried a lot about the original owner's affairs over the years.
Zhou Zhou swallowed hard, put the brocade box in his pocket, and had no intention of having a deep conversation with Ye Misheng. "I'm leaving now. The doctor is waiting for me to change my dressing."
Ye Qisheng noticed Fu Hengzhi standing behind him. Seeing that Fu Hengzhi's gaze was fixed on Zhou Zhou, he snorted coldly.
Zhou Zhou: "..." Stop humming, stop humming, they're already running away.
Caught between three men, Zhou Zhou felt like his head was about to explode.
Ye Misheng smiled, her eyebrows curving upwards. She noticed Fu Hengzhi but ignored him, focusing only on Zhou Zhou, who was eager to escape. A hint of mockery flickered in her eyes. "Little Zhou, see you next time~"
Zhou Zhou chuckled a few times, thinking to himself, "Forget it, I don't want this good fortune."
Zhou Zhou walked awkwardly toward Fu Hengzhi, his apology written all over his face. For some reason, he felt a strange sense of guilt when he looked at Fu Hengzhi.
"What a coincidence..." Zhou Zhou's words stopped abruptly. He watched the departing figure and quickened his pace to catch up.
Fu Hengzhi drove himself there. The first thing he wanted to do after getting in the car was to lock all four doors, but when he saw Zhou Zhou running out in a panic with her head wrapped in bandages through the car window, he immediately gave up on that idea.
A row of luxury cars were parked along the roadside outside the film set. When Zhou Zhou came out, Fu Hengzhi was already gone.
"Hey, he's not listening to anyone. Where is he?" Zhou Zhou clicked his tongue, scratched the back of his head, and looked at the busy road, thinking that this domineering CEO had run away way too fast.
After scratching the back of his head, Zhou Zhou gently rubbed the bandage on his forehead with his fingertips. The wound was getting even itchier. He rubbed it for a while, then found a car on the side of the road and went closer to check the condition of his wound through the car window.
Seeing that the bandages were still in the same condition as yesterday, with no blood seeping out, Zhou Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the handsome face reflected in the window, Zhou Zhou gently patted the side of his face and murmured, "This is my livelihood."
After he finished speaking, the car window that he was using as a mirror slowly rolled down, and Fu Hengzhi looked at him from the driver's seat with a furrowed brow.
"..." How come the domineering CEO is everywhere?
The two stared at each other in silence. Zhou Zhou awkwardly looked to the side and chuckled, "What a coincidence, you're still here?"
Fu Hengzhi shifted his gaze, looked straight ahead, and said coldly, "Get in the car."
Zhou Zhou raised his voice and reached out to pull on the passenger door, but the door wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tried.
"Sit in the back."
"oh oh."
Zhou Zhou could understand this. Men often have a certain preconceived notion about the passenger seat, believing that it should be reserved for their loved ones.
Zhou Zhou opened the back door, got in, fastened his seatbelt, and nodded in agreement.
Overall, the CEO is a responsible man. If the original owner hadn't married him, their child might already be old enough to run errands.
Zhou Zhou touched the brocade box in his pocket, shaking his head and sighing.
What a terrible thing to do.
Fu Hengzhi looked at Zhou Zhou in the back seat through the rearview mirror with a grim expression. Zhou Zhou nodded and shook his head intermittently, then sighed silently.
I wondered if the collision yesterday had damaged my brain.
"Fu..." Zhou Zhou paused, intending to address the other party by his full name, then smiled and said, "President Fu, is there anything I can do for you on set?"
"I'm looking for you." Fu Hengzhi said calmly, "The doctor couldn't find you when he was changing your dressing, and your phone was off when he called you."
"Shut down?" Zhou Zhou took out his phone and tapped it several times, but the screen remained black. "It seems to be out of battery. I'm sorry to bother you when you're so busy."
Unlike his usual arrogant and loud tone, Zhou Zhou seemed to have never spoken to him so politely before. Could it be that he had given up after being completely rejected and was now trying to get closer to him?
Fu Hengzhi hummed in agreement and drove towards the hospital. The atmosphere inside the car was peaceful.
"Huh? How did you recover so quickly?" The doctor carefully removed the bandages from Zhou Zhou's head. He was originally going to change the dressing, but now the wound on Zhou Zhou's forehead had healed, with only the black sutures exposed on the scar.
"Is there any discomfort?" After examining the patient and confirming that the wound had healed, the doctor picked up the suture removal tools from the tray.
"It's a little itchy." Zhou Zhou looked at the pointed scissors dangling on her forehead, afraid that the doctor might accidentally poke it, and moved them away without leaving a trace.
"Itching is normal; wounds itch as they heal. Just don't scratch." The doctor leaned closer with his tools, cut the sutures, and carefully pulled out the thread with tweezers.
How to describe this feeling? It's a tingling, itchy sensation, and a little painful.
Looking in the mirror, Zhou Zhou noticed a two-centimeter-long fleshy scar on her forehead. The wisps of hair covering it didn't detract from her appearance. "Will this leave a scar?" she wondered.
"Hmm..." the doctor said truthfully, "It's highly likely. You're an actress, right? You can have laser scar removal surgery after the wound has completely healed. It shouldn't affect your career."
After the doctor finished speaking, Zhou Zhou looked in the mirror, brushed the stray hairs from his forehead a few times, and after confirming that they were completely invisible, he waved his hand and smiled, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I was just asking casually."
He had already thought it through on the way here. He wasn't the original owner of this body, and he didn't rely on his looks for a living, so a small scar on his head wouldn't matter.