President Fu coaxed her while exercising: "It hurts, sweetie, lift it a little higher."
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Chapter 75 Approaching the Truth?
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Zhou Zhou was tormented by Fu Hengzhi until the wee hours of the morning, and finally fell into a deep sleep overwhelmed by the tidal wave of pleasure. After waiting for the other to release again, he vaguely felt Fu Hengzhi carry him into the bathroom and put him in a bathtub filled with warm water for a massage.
Oh shit.
At that time, Zhou Zhou didn't even have the strength to curse. His throat had become hoarse from crying and shouting in the first few rounds. He even suspected that Fu Hengzhi had poured all the desires he had been unable to release as an adult onto him in those few hours.
You bastard, you're not even human.
The pain and swelling in a certain area were relieved by the warm water bath, and with the other person gently massaging his body, Zhou Zhou's brows gradually relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep once again.
He slept until the afternoon of the next day.
Zhou Zhou woke up naturally, slowly opened his heavy eyes, and watched the sunlight shine through the curtains, casting shadows in the bedroom. It took him a while to gradually come back to his senses.
"Hiss..." Just sitting up in bed, my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.
This is terrible!
Zhou Zhou grimaced in pain as he slowly moved his body off the bed, focusing his pain on his lower back, thighs, and a certain area.
Just then, Zhou Zhou's phone rang. He picked it up, glanced at it, and answered.
The other party answered almost instantly, suggesting they had been awake for quite some time.
Fu Hengzhi had been busy all morning, and time constraints prevented him from going home for lunch, so he ate lunch in his office as usual. He Qingqing had just brought the lunchbox in when she saw the president sitting behind his desk talking on his phone, his gentle expression completely different from when he was in a meeting.
He Qingqing knew who the other person was calling, raised her eyebrows slightly, put down the lunchbox, and left the office.
"Why aren't you replying to my messages? Did you just wake up?" Fu Hengzhi's tone was as gentle as a spring, just like a wife talking to her husband during their honeymoon.
"Yeah, just woke up." In contrast, Zhou Zhou's tone wasn't so nice. Holding her phone, she struggled to wash up, groaning as the swelling in a certain area flared up. She leaned against the sink and found a comfortable but awkward position to stand. At that moment, she wished she could drag Fu Hengzhi off the other end of the phone and beat him up.
"It's alright, it's my fault." Fu Hengzhi sensed the other person's mood, cleared his throat twice, and said, "Have you eaten? I specifically asked Aunt Feng to make you something light this morning."
"Hmm," Zhou Zhou replied casually while brushing his teeth.
Fu Hengzhi talked to him for a long time and could sense that the other party was indeed in a bad mood, regretting his indulgence last night, and began to think of ways to make amends.
"I was wrong last night, I'll change, please don't be angry." Fu Hengzhi lowered his tone, only to hear a cold snort from the other end of the phone.
"How many days will we sleep in separate rooms?"
"Impossible." Fu Hengzhi immediately refused, and before he could continue, the phone was hung up after two beeps.
Fu Hengzhi: "..." This is it.
Zhou Zhou looked at himself in the mirror. His collarbone and chest were covered with bruises of varying shades. He had just accidentally caught a glimpse of himself like this in the mirror, which made him so angry that he hung up the phone. He awkwardly went to the dressing room and found a fitted outfit to change into, which barely covered the marks on his collarbone. He felt uncomfortable all over when he went downstairs. To say that his back ached was an understatement.
Aunt Feng, being her age, sleeps soundly in the middle of the night and wouldn't know what was going on upstairs, but considering Fu Hengzhi's instructions and Zhou Zhou's current situation, she knew what was going on.
"Xiao Zhou, there's chicken porridge simmering on the stove for you. Aunt Feng will serve it to you." Aunt Feng ladled out the porridge and placed it in front of him.
The aroma whetted Zhou Zhou's appetite. He hadn't eaten since last night, but Aunt Feng cooked a pot of porridge for him, which he ate clean. With his appointment with Wang Kunxiang approaching, Zhou Zhou hurriedly grabbed his car keys and left home.
"Holy crap, what happened to you?" Wang Kunxiang, having finished his company business early, sat in the car and exclaimed in surprise when he saw the dark circles under the other person's eyes. "Having trouble sleeping?"
"Don't even mention it." Even after eating and drinking his fill, Zhou Zhou still couldn't replenish the energy he had lost from exercising last night. Looking at himself in the rearview mirror reminded him of the men on TV whose life force was drained by demons.
Fu Hengzhi is a demon, he is a man.
The car's shock absorption was already at its best, but Zhou Zhou still couldn't withstand a few rounds of driving practice. "Kunxiang, you drive, I'll rest. I was too tired last night."
He didn't explicitly say what he was tired of, but he figured that a straightforward guy like Wang Kunxiang probably wouldn't overthink things. Zhou Zhou looked at the other man, who had an indescribable expression on his face.
Wang Kunxiang felt conflicted about everything, but he didn't say anything. He drove the other person to Zhou Zhou's former home.
It was the same familiar door, and once opened, the scene remained utterly devoid of any human warmth.
Zhou Zhou had a furrowed brow as she went upstairs, and Wang Kunxiang's expression also became slightly serious. The two walked into the more than 200-square-meter residence one after the other.
"Zhou, have you not come back since your aunt and uncle left?" Wang Kunxiang rubbed his hand on the back of the leather sofa, leaving a speck of dust on his finger.
"No." Zhou Zhou drew back the curtains, letting the glaring sunlight stream into every corner of the living room, and the other rooms as well.
His purpose in coming here was very clear. He went to the desk in the original owner's room, opened the drawer, and Wang Kunxiang followed behind him. Seeing that he was looking for something, he asked, "What are you looking for, Zhou? Do you want me to help you?"
"Need not."
“Alright then.” Wang Kunxiang pursed his lips, not caring that the dust would dirty his bespoke suit, and plopped down on the single bed in Zhou Zhou’s bedroom.
There was a pile of neatly folded papers in the drawer, stacked in neat rows, but there were many of them and they were scattered.
Where is it? Zhou Zhou took it out and flipped through it. If it was as he guessed, it should be there... "Found it."
"What?!" Wang Kunxiang stood up as soon as he sat down, looking at the other person's hand. He saw sheets of white paper with writing on them. "What is this... Holy crap?! A diary?"
Wang Kunxiang eagerly peered over to take a look, and after noticing the prominent date and weather at the beginning, he was shocked. "Good heavens! No wonder you told me before that your aunt and uncle could never guess where you kept your diary. You wrote one page and tore it up, so the most dangerous place was the safest place!" When they were little, children of that age all had the habit of keeping diaries. Even a troublemaker like Wang Kunxiang liked to write down what he did each day. Similarly, parents at that time also liked to look through their children's diaries.
Wang Kunxiang suffered greatly in this regard. He overspent his allowance to participate in the lottery at the convenience store near the gate, liked to pull the pigtails of the girl in front of him, and dared to write anything he dared to do, which earned him a lot of trouble from Seven Wolves.
"Same as me." The diary papers in his hand were crumpled from being gripped tightly by his fingertips.
"Huh?" Wang Kunxiang thought he was talking to him, so he leaned closer. "I didn't hear you clearly, Zhou, could you say it again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the other person's body was trembling, his eyes were full of disbelief, and if you looked closely, there were even some tears in his eyes.
[Author's Note: The hidden content was posted on Weibo yesterday. There were two images: one from another campus novel, and the other from chapter 74.]
Chapter Seventy-Six: I'm only talking to you about this.
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"Holy crap!" Wang Kunxiang had never seen the other party act like this before. He rummaged in his pocket for a long time but couldn't find a tissue. Helpless, he said, "Don't cry, Zhou. Say what you have to say. What are you crying about?!"
"I didn't cry." Zhou Zhou quickly composed herself, turned her gaze to the bookshelf against the wall, locked onto a few teaching materials, took them down and flipped through them at a glance, her speed increasing, and then pulled out another book from the other side of the shelf to continue looking at it.
"He's obsessed! He's completely absorbed!" Wang Kunxiang thought, feeling a strange sense of panic rising from the bottom of his heart as he watched him so engrossed in flipping through the pages. The other man seemed like a villain obsessed with a martial arts manual, about to go mad with power. Wang Kunxiang couldn't help but take a half step back.
"Kunxiang." Zhou Zhou frowned after flipping through the pages for a while without finding many words written with ballpoint pen ink, and asked, "Do you have any handwritten notes from when I went to university?"
"Anything is fine?" Since the other person could communicate with him, Wang Kunxiang was worried one second and started helping the other person solve the problem the next. He took out his phone, opened his private cloud drive, pulled up a picture and handed it to the other person, not caring why the other person made this strange request. "Here, the birthday message you wrote for me when I went abroad."
An A4 sheet of paper is covered with neat square characters, each character ending with a powerful stroke and a dark line at the end.
The same habit of breaking down diary entries into smaller parts, the study materials I was tricked into buying by a senior in college, the handwriting of the most recent date...
With a 'bang,' the phone fell to the ground, and Zhou Zhou slumped to the floor, scattering the papers and books that were stuck in his arms.
Exactly the same. Why are the details of life exactly the same? The white walls and the ceiling are upside down. Zhou Zhou felt dizzy. A large number of fragments of memories forcibly flooded into his brain from who knows where. His head hurt as if it were being sawed open with blunt teeth.
"Zhou! Don't scare me!" Wang Kunxiang touched the other's forehead, wiping his hand with sweat. He didn't care about anything else, and used his neat suit sleeve to wipe it. With his other hand, he picked up his phone and hurriedly dialed 120. He pressed down the three numbers, but before he could press the green communication button, Zhou Zhou grabbed his hand and pressed it down.
"No need to call an ambulance, I'm fine." After the headache, her mind was still foggy. Although Zhou Zhou had tried to sort out a clear main thread, she failed.
"Are you really alright?" Wang Kunxiang expressed his doubts.
"Hmm." Zhou Zhou tidied up the scattered papers and documents and put them back in their original places. With the other person's help, he got up, thought for a moment, and then took out his phone to take pictures of each item.
"Let's go." Zhou Zhou was a little dazed, but her behavior was still normal, at least not like when she came with Fu Hengzhi last time.
Wang Kunxiang was really worried and secretly wondered whether he should contact Fu Hengzhi. He couldn't wait to read his thoughts on his face, and Zhou Zhou could tell what he was thinking just by looking at him.
"I'm fine, I'm healthy." Zhou Zhou's voice sounded tired. "Don't tell Fu Hengzhi."
"Huh? Oh." Having been seen through in a flash, Wang Kunxiang awkwardly deleted the message he had just typed in the WeChat chat. "Shall I drive?"
"Either is fine." Zhou Zhou opened the passenger door and got in.
Just as Wang Kunxiang adjusted the driver's seat and started driving, his phone rang in his pocket.
This scene seems familiar.
Zhou Zhou stopped the car, turned off the engine, and took out his phone. He watched as the other person's expression gradually became impatient.
"No way! What's the point of treating me like a monkey?! I have plenty of other options. Do you really think I can't live without their company?!" Wang Kunxiang said angrily and hung up the phone, not giving the secretary who was informing him a chance to speak.
When Wang Kunxiang gets angry, he really looks like a character. His brows furrow into a deep frown, and with his wheat-colored skin, people who don't know him well can easily be intimidated by him.
"What's wrong?" This was something he shouldn't ask, but Zhou Zhou, being the other man's best friend, still patted him on the shoulder and inquired, "Business-related?"
"That company that was the first to express interest in cooperation yesterday." Wang Kunxiang spat and cursed, "What a piece of trash! They've come to talk to me several times, and every time they end up saying they can't make up their minds and need to wait and see. They're really treating me like a monkey!"
"They say it's their first choice, so what about switching to another company?"
“Other companies’ cost prices are too high. This company initially offered a price eight percentage points lower than the others, and they were even willing to lower it further later.” Wang Kunxiang rubbed his hair in frustration. “I can switch to another company. It’s just a matter of earning a few tens of millions less… It’s my first business deal since returning to China. I’ll accept it.”
Wang Kunxiang had a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He was about to take one out and have a couple of puffs, but then he remembered that Zhou Zhou next to him didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he didn't light one. He just held it in his mouth and smelled it. "Zhou, I suspect someone is secretly playing me. The other company gave me too much, which was suspicious from the start."
As he spoke, Wang Kunxiang slammed his leg hard, and Zhou Zhou felt the pain just watching it.
"Do you know who it is?" Who's messing with you?
"I think I have someone in mind." Unlike Fu Hengzhi, Wang Kunxiang didn't have a talent for business and couldn't contain his anger at all. As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed his phone to confront Fu Hengzhi.
The phone was answered after two beeps, and a cheerful voice came from the other end.
"Since you took the initiative to contact me?"
Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Zhou's ears twitched, and he silently looked to his side.
"Screw you!" Wang Kunxiang snapped, not giving the other person a chance to exchange pleasantries. "Are you targeting me? Are you crazy? Do you really think you're something special?"
"..." Ye Misheng answered the phone with a relaxed mood, but was immediately berated. It was not easy for him to remain calm. His voice was noticeably colder. "Who is targeting you? Explain yourself."
"It's you! Who else could it be but you? Isn't Hongyun backed by your Ye family?!" Wang Kunxiang gritted his teeth. "Only you could come up with something like this, Young Master Ye. You're something else. I'm not wasting my time with you!"
After Wang Kunxiang finished cursing, he was about to hang up the phone when Ye Misheng, faster than his subordinates, spoke first, making it clear: "I have never interfered with Hongyun's cooperation with you."
The other party was willing to explain, but Wang Kunxiang had no interest in listening. It was Zhou Zhou who held his hand to stop him and gently advised, "Let's listen to what they have to say first. What if it's a misunderstanding?"
"..." Wang Kunxiang's expression was complicated and not very pleasant, but at least his brain was working. After pondering for a long time, he gave up on hanging up the phone. "Go on, I'm listening."
“I know about this project, but I never intended to target you. If I had that intention, I would have snatched your project directly from the government. How could it be your turn?” That made sense, but Wang Kunxiang got even angrier and stared wide-eyed at the call screen.
"Are you trying to say you're really amazing?!"
"No, I was just telling the truth." Having been scolded for no reason, Ye Misheng was naturally not in a good mood. He chuckled twice. "I was just clarifying things for myself. What Young Master Wang thinks and does next is none of my business."