Zhao Xiyin didn't answer, but opened her eyes and unexpectedly met his gaze.
Zhou Qishen was stunned for a moment, his face darkened, as if he was sulking, and he only hastily and carelessly grasped her hand.
The driver asked, "Mr. Zhou, which way to go?"
Without further ado, Zhou Qishen said, "Fan Yue."
Zhao Xiyin gently struggled, "Hey, I want to go home."
“You left something at my house. Go get it, and I’ll drive you back later.” Zhou Qishen made thorough arrangements, leaving no room for her to object.
After getting out of the car, the two held hands and silently entered the elevator and pressed the door lock.
A pleasant electronic voice announced that the door had opened.
Zhao Xiyin took the opportunity to break free from his hand and stood at the door, showing no intention of coming in.
Zhou Qishen turned around, a fleeting look of doubt in his eyes.
Zhao Xiyin slightly raised her chin and said bluntly, "Zhou Qishen, you clearly care a lot and have questions, so why don't you just ask?"
Zhou Qishen was taken aback. "I didn't."
"Your nose will grow longer if you lie," Zhao Xiyin said calmly. "You'd rather your nose grow longer than be straightforward. You keep everything bottled up inside, then fill in the blanks in your mind and add your own drama to my story."
These words struck a nerve, instantly angering Zhou Qishen. He was already displeased and repeated, "I didn't."
Zhao Xiyin knew this man too well, not just because they had known each other for a long time, but because they had truly lived together day and night. They had been husband and wife sharing a bed, and lovers who cherished each other deeply. In every word and action, even a glance, she could glimpse the hidden depths within each other.
Zhao Xiyin did not refute, but looked at him with a straight and bright gaze.
That look was incredibly powerful, like a beam of light that exposed the darkness within him. Zhao Xiyin's words were straightforward and direct, a stark reminder that the arguments, the divorce, the losses—everything stemmed from his distrust.
Has the scar completely healed?
The surface is smooth and flat, a picture of tranquility.
In reality, if given another chance, would Zhou Qishen still repeat the same mistakes?
Zhao Xiyin broke things down, bringing those old wounds to light and addressing the biggest unresolved issue between the two.
Zhou Qishen really fell for the trap.
His face was gloomy, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Zhao Xiyin, emboldened and fearless, took a step forward and pressed, "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you going to eat me? I haven't taken a shower yet."
Zhou Qishen: "..."
Zhao Xiyin's eyes held a hint of coquettishness as she carefully managed the man's emotions. She pouted slightly, her tone carrying a touch of dissatisfaction, "Did I say anything to you when you had hot pot with a pretty girl the other day?"
Zhou Qi smiled faintly, raising an eyebrow as he said, "Yes, he didn't say it, but he put it into action."
Zhao Xiyin blushed at the thought of the tie. She readily admitted, "You know that's good; it was soaked in vinegar, and it was exclusively for you."
Zhou Qishen played along, teasing her, "Alright then, I'll tie you up tonight, that's fair, isn't it?"
Zhao Xiyin was stunned. When it came to shamelessness, she was no match for this stinky man.
The two looked at each other silently.
One second, two seconds, five seconds.
"Ah!! How could someone be so smelly!!" Zhao Xiyin was incredibly fast, grabbing Zhou Qishen's neck and jumping onto him.
Zhou Qishen instinctively supported her waist, bounced her up slightly, and held her securely.
Zhao Xiyin suppressed a laugh and tilted her head to bite his ear.
Zhou Qishen was ticklish and tried his best to hide.
The two of them twirled together, all lovey-dovey.
Taking advantage of his reluctance to let go, Zhao Xiyin scratched his neck. Zhou Qishen laughed out loud, "Damn, don't do that, don't you know I'm sensitive!"
Zhao Xiyin whispered in his ear, "Next time you're jealous, just say it. Don't always act like a wooden doll. The way you don't say a word makes you look at least three years older. Teacher Zhao must really dislike you."
Zhou Qishen felt hot all over from her breath, but still stubbornly said, "I'm not jealous."
Zhao Xiyin swung her legs wildly and gently kicked him, "Really not?"
"No."
"Um?"
"……have."
Zhao Xiyin immediately buried her face in his neck and giggled, gently poking his lips with her index finger before leaning down to kiss him. Zhou Qishen tried to continue, but she nimbly jumped off him and then gave him a tight hug.
She gave him a full hug, her face buried in his shoulder, not knowing what to say, just wanting to hold him tight.
The boiling atmosphere subsided.
Zhou Qishen said in a low voice, "I was in a bad mood when I saw Meng Weixi. But Xi'er, I never doubted you or didn't believe you. Just now in the car, I didn't mean to give you a hard time. You can think I was just struggling with myself. I hated myself for not being open and honest enough, for not being carefree enough, and for having a heart as sharp as a needle..."
Zhao Xiyin's lips curled up into a silent, faint smile.
Zhou Qishen hugged her back, tighter and more sincerely, and said, "I've already learned my lesson once, and I will never do it again. Xiaoxi, believe me, not just tonight, but every day from now on."