This idea was immediately rejected by Fu Hengzhi, who then seriously criticized himself in his heart.
Nonsense! Are you a child who needs someone to sleep next to you?
Fu Hengzhi closed his eyes and began to try to fall asleep...
"..." Fu Hengzhi, who was falling asleep, remembered that Zhou Zhou had forgotten to take away the empty fruit plate after finishing her fruit.
Ten seconds later.
The door to the master bedroom on the second floor slowly opened. Fu Hengzhi, whose face was gloomy due to insomnia, took a plate downstairs, washed it in the kitchen, and put it back in the cupboard. He happened to run into Aunt Feng, who came to the kitchen to get a drink of water.
Aunt Feng looked tired, glanced at the empty plate, and asked softly, "Hengzhi, you're still awake?"
"I'm going to sleep right away." Fu Hengzhi dried his hands with kitchen paper towels and left the kitchen to go upstairs under Aunt Feng's questioning gaze.
Fu Hengzhi felt that he was no longer sleepy. When his hand touched the doorknob, he paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and slowly moved a few steps to the left.
This is the husband's responsibility; he just needs to check on what kind of work his wife is doing and whether she is resting on time.
Fu Hengzhi gently pushed open the door to the guest room. It was pitch black inside, and a steady breathing sound could be heard from the darkness.
Fu Hengzhi remained silent, then tiptoed to the bedside using the dim light from the second-floor ceiling light, looking down at Zhou Zhou, who was sleeping in a very unrestrained posture.
"..."
As morning light streamed into the room, accompanied by the chirping of birds, the person in bed slowly opened their eyes, yawned, and stretched.
The feeling of sleeping soundly until dawn is simply amazing.
It's just that my waist feels a bit heavy.
Zhou Zhou clicked his tongue, squinted, and casually glanced around.
"..."
"Holy crap!" Zhou Zhou suddenly jumped up, sat up and moved to the side, but his hand slipped off the edge of the bed, and he fell off the bed with the blanket wrapped around his waist, tumbling head over heels.
Fu Hengzhi, who was fast asleep, suddenly dropped his arm. Coupled with the loud shouts, he was awakened and got up with an unfriendly expression, squinting at Zhou Zhou, who was shocked under the bed.
What are you doing?
"Xiao Zhou, Heng Zhi, what's wrong?" There was a knock on the door next door. Aunt Feng was drawn upstairs by the noise of Zhou Zhou falling off the bed.
"It's okay, Aunt Feng, I just tripped and fell," Zhou Zhou shouted. The knocking outside stopped abruptly, followed by Aunt Feng's questioning voice from outside.
Why are you two sleeping in this room?
"I accidentally spilled water on the bed last night," Zhou Zhou continued. "It's okay, Auntie, we'll clean it up ourselves later."
"Okay, sure." Aunt Feng was still cooking porridge downstairs, afraid it would burn, so she told them to get up quickly and then hurried downstairs.
Silence returned to the room. Zhou Zhou stood up, threw the blanket on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and moved his wrist that had been pressed down, looking puzzled.
He was really scared when he saw someone next to him. He had only slept for a few nights so far, and the first time he opened his eyes in the morning, he saw Fu Hengzhi.
"Mr. Fu, you got up a little late today," Zhou Zhou said, then asked, "Why are you sleeping in the guest room? Did you pour water on the bed?"
Can President Fu say that he couldn't sleep and came over to sleep for free?
Obviously not.
“I should…” Fu Hengzhi’s expression shifted from confusion to surprise to seriousness as he stared at Zhou Zhou and slowly uttered two words.
Sleepwalking.
"……ah?"
If tone of voice could be materialized, Zhou Zhou would be looking at a huge question mark right now, as if someone were softly singing in his ear.
Little friend, do you have many questions?
Zhou Zhou initially didn't believe it.
However, Fu Hengzhi's expression was so convincing that there wasn't a single flaw, so he could only ask with some doubt, "Really?"
The domineering CEO is sleepwalking? The book doesn't say that.
"Hmm." Fu Hengzhi nodded solemnly and carefully, his lips slightly parted but with a hint of hesitation.
“My parents don’t know, and you shouldn’t tell Aunt Feng either, or they’ll worry.” Fu Hengzhi sighed.
Zhou Zhou observed his expression, scrutinizing the details of his facial expressions, and found nothing to be fake. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, so she could only pat his shoulder and gently comfort him.
"It's okay, early detection and early treatment are key."
[Author's Note: Fu Heng, Oscar-winning actor]
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Me and My Foolish Brothers
After breakfast, Zhou Zhou saw Fu Hengzhi off and returned to her bedroom to continue her work.
After logging into the backend to check my earnings, I couldn't help but smile when I saw the numbers.
If this trend continues, not only will we be able to pay Xiao Zhao's salary at the beginning of next month, but we can also pay back Ye Misheng's money.
Sigh~
Zhou Zhou slumped in his chair and let out a long sigh. He thought to himself, "Is this what internet traffic is? The money comes in so fast it feels unreal, just like gold coins in a game."
I read another book besides the one about following celebrities, and it also gained some popularity.
In addition, this book is considered his most famous work from his previous life, and its readership and follow-up rate are still very high.
Let's start with this one.
Zhou Zhou had a premonition that this book would achieve no less success than in his previous life.
Sunlight streamed through the window onto the bedroom wall, slowly shifting as time flowed by. Just as Zhou Zhou was engrossed in the dancing characters on the screen, a cheerful melody suddenly broke the silence of the bedroom, filled with the clatter of keyboard clicks.
Aunt Feng was watering the flowers in the courtyard. As she watched Zhou Zhou, dressed casually, hop down the steps in a few strides, she asked, "Xiao Zhou, where are you going?"
"I'm going to meet a friend." The agreed-upon place wasn't far, but Zhou Zhou didn't want to walk there, so she smiled and asked, "Aunt Feng, are you going out to buy something later? If not, can I borrow your electric scooter?"
"Okay." Aunt Feng took the keys out of her apron pocket and handed them to him, asking, "Are you coming back for lunch?"
“Yes, it’s just a friend returning some things.” Zhou Zhou paused, his smile fading. “My parents’ things.”
"Alright, alright, go ahead then." Aunt Feng tried her best to avoid the topic of his deceased parents, fearing it would upset him, and changed the subject, saying, "What do you want for lunch? Auntie will make it for you."
"Anything is fine, Auntie's cooking is delicious." Zhou Zhou smiled, but it wasn't as bright as before.
For some reason, mentioning the word "parents" in this world felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe and unable to make a sound.
Perhaps it was the original owner's body that was haunting this word, but thinking about it carefully, what were his parents like in his previous life? Zhou Zhou shook his head, it seemed that he did not have any memories of them in his mind, perhaps because it was too long ago.
In pursuit of happiness, people often selectively forget the things that bring them sorrow.
Based on memory, the person who arranged to meet was the original owner's childhood friend. He had been abroad for over a year and had just returned to China today. He had learned of the original owner's parents' passing and wanted to return some important items he had borrowed from the original owner's family.
It must be really important, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a hurry to return it.
When Zhou Zhou arrived at the designated location, it was a coffee shop in a bustling area. Since it was still working hours, there weren't many people, but they were all in pairs—men and men, women and women, or one man and one woman. This situation made him wonder what day it was.
Zhou Zhou was lucky; after the previous person left, she managed to find a great spot by the window. After sitting down, she took out her phone to check the date.
May 20th.
A day that has been imbued with romantic meaning by netizens because of its homophonic similarity.
Zhou Zhou felt his heart was being stimulated. He was a single dog who had never even held a girl's hand in his previous life, and he couldn't even remember the date of Valentine's Day.
'Why do I have to remind you? You can't even remember such an important day!'
"I didn't react for a second, okay, baby, don't be angry~ I'll take you to the counter at the mall to buy you a lipstick later, okay?"
Why is it a question like "Is it good or bad?" instead of a statement like "I'll buy it for you!"?
'……ah?'
At first, they were just whispering, but then they started arguing. Zhou Zhou watched the noisy couple across the aisle with a cold eye. While other couples in the store were drawn to the commotion and peeked over, he remained unfazed, taking a sip of his double-milk cappuccino, seemingly uninterested in the noise, his deep and indifferent gaze fixed on the window.
I stared intently at the reflection of the playful couple beside me in the gleaming glass.
It was like a live broadcast.
"Huh?"
Zhou Zhou was engrossed in watching when a muscular figure suddenly blocked his view of the table. Due to the angle of the view, Zhou Zhou's enjoyment vanished.
Zhou Zhou turned his head expressionlessly and found that the strong, muscular man was staring at him aggressively, his brows even furrowed into a grid shape.
The two stared at each other, sparks flying, as if a battle was about to break out. Even the noisy couple next to them would occasionally fall silent.
Zhou Zhou scanned the physique of the muscular man in front of him, secretly calculating his strengths and weaknesses.
A few punches are enough to knock you down.
Zhou Zhou noticed out of the corner of her eye that the waiter at the counter was seriously picking up and putting down his phone repeatedly.
What are you hesitating for? Call the police!
The muscular man took a step forward, and Zhou Zhou silently moved a little further into his seat, wondering what the chances were of the man calming down if he threw an iced cappuccino at him if the other man rushed over.
Won't splashing it make them even more excited?
"Are you called Zhou Zhou?" the burly man asked, his voice as deep and heavy as his physique.
Zhou Zhou nodded slowly, his fingertips touching the handle of the coffee cup, ready for the next step.
"Phew, that's good. I thought I had mistaken someone for someone else."
The next second, the muscular man seemed to deflate, his aura clearly not as imposing as before. He plopped down in the seat opposite Zhou Zhou, flicked his hand to create a breeze, and looked at Zhou Zhou with a standard smile that revealed eight white teeth, appearing somewhat simple and honest.
"Zhou, you've changed so much! I wouldn't have recognized you without my glasses."
"..." Zhou Zhou felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. The crisis had passed, but the urge to throw coffee in the other person's face only increased.
"Land, sea, and air?" Zhou Zhou tentatively called out the contact name on his phone.
The other person waved to the waiter and ordered an iced Americano without milk or sugar. Upon hearing the nickname, he frowned slightly, but his tone sounded aggrieved, "Didn't we agree not to call each other by nicknames? My name is Wang Kunxiang!"
Zhou Zhou had a strange feeling that Wang Kunxiang, who had just been soaring like a roc, was now acting like a little bird clinging to someone.
The contrast was terrifying. Zhou Zhou slowly looked away and coughed lightly twice.