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It wasn’t until they left the hotel and got into the car that Song Zhi’s mind was still in a state of confusion.
She had been chosen just like that?
Xiao Xu beside her was so excited that his entire face seemed to be straining with effort: “Sister Song Zhi, you’re so amazing! You even defeated Xia Chulan! Did you see her pale face after losing? Hahaha, I feel so good!”
Xiao Xu had endured a lot of abuse while following her. Those black fans were extremely dedicated, passionately cursing Song Zhi and not forgetting to drag those around her into it.
To summarize, from the time Song Zhi received that award until now, over eight hundred people had gone to her ancestral graves to dance wildly, passing by Xiao Xu’s home to “kill his mother.”
Their curses were venomous. As a staff member, Xiao Xu was also implicated.
Finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, he was naturally thrilled.
However, he noticed that Song Zhi didn’t seem particularly excited.
From when he went to the hotel to find her until now, her mood seemed consistently low.
He worriedly leaned over: “Sister Song Zhi, are you feeling down?”
Song Zhi was brought back to reality by his question.
She shook her head: “No, I just didn’t sleep at all last night, so I’m a bit sleepy now.”
Xiao Xu thoughtfully took out a woolen blanket: “If you’re sleepy, go ahead and rest. I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”
Song Zhi stared at the blanket in his hand for a few seconds.
This was something she bought last month using Jiang Yanzhou’s card, still carrying the fresh scent of capitalist copper.
Feeling troubled, she waved her hand: “This blanket is yours.”
To completely escape from him, she needed to remove every trace of his presence.
Xiao Xu was stunned: “Ah?”
Song Zhi raised her eyes: “If you don’t want it, throw it in the trash after we get out of the car. Just don’t let me see it again.”
Xiao Xu quickly responded: “I want it, I want it.”
As he spoke, he tucked it into his arms.
Song Zhi roughly glanced at herself—her ring on her pinky finger, the Tiffany custom-made bracelet, and the Bulgari necklace around her neck.
These were all purchased with Jiang Yanzhou’s card.
She removed them all and handed them to Xiao Xu: “These are all yours too.”
Xiao Xu took a long time to process this.
He could understand giving him the blanket, but these jewelry pieces—diamond rings and limited-edition necklaces—were worth more than his entire being.
Song Zhi was usually generous, bringing back many high-end luxury gifts whenever she traveled abroad.
But today’s abnormal behavior had never happened before.
Thinking back to her weary appearance in the hotel, an ominous premonition gradually formed in his mind.
Song Zhi misunderstood his expression as disdain: “If you don’t like them, sell them. Even though they’re second-hand, they should still fetch some money.”
Xiao Xu sniffed hard, his eyes red from sadness: “Sister Song Zhi, it’s alright. Medicine is so advanced now; you will definitely get better.”
Song Zhi frowned: What nonsense?
A man nearly one meter eighty tall was crying profusely, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Song Zhi slowly realized that he thought she had some incurable disease and was nearing the end of her life.
She was somewhat speechless: “You should probably check your brain first. With such advanced medicine nowadays, there might still be hope for you.”
The familiar tone of speech was comforting—it was still the Song Zhi he knew.
He hastily wiped away his tears: “I thought you were giving your last words.”
Song Zhi: “….”
She leaned back against the seat: “Almost, but it’s not about me.”
Xiao Xu was puzzled: “Then who?”
She sighed, her eyes drifting toward the car window, gazing sorrowfully at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle: “My ex-boyfriend. He passed away young; what a pity.”
Xiao Xu was Song Zhi’s work assistant, so he didn’t know much about her private life.
He certainly didn’t know she had an ex-boyfriend.
Clumsy at comforting, he felt a bit helpless. After hesitating for a few seconds, he patted her shoulder: “Condolences.”
Her phone rang beside her. Song Zhi, yawning while listening to Xiao Xu console her, didn’t notice.
Tang Xiaoyan was almost in tears.
Why wasn’t she answering the phone at such a crucial moment?
Even if pretending to be blind, she could feel the cold and indifferent gaze locked onto her.
Jiang Yanzhou rarely visited anyone’s home. His aloof nature meant he lived a two-point life—home to company, company to home—only going out for necessary social events.
Unexpectedly, he showed up today without even a call.
This made Tang Yuhai very happy.
Obviously, Jiang Yanzhou wasn’t interested in the precious tea leaves Tang Yuhai was boasting about.
Casually glancing at Tang Xiaoyan: “Is Xiaoyan twenty-two?”
His question carried no significant emotional fluctuation, like a casual inquiry about a younger generation.
Tang Xiaoyan, however, was sweating profusely: “Yes… yes.”
Beside them, Tang Yuhai, brewing the tea, shook his head: “Twenty-two and still acting like a child, thanks to her mother spoiling her since childhood. She’s always partying and clubbing. I don’t expect much from her; I just hope to marry her off soon to keep her in line.”
Jiang Yanzhou pondered, nodding slightly, his cool fingertips lightly turning the teacup: “A friend of mine recently returned from abroad. He’s only a few years older than Xiaoyan.”
Though not explicitly stated, the implication was clear enough for anyone with normal intelligence to understand.
Tang Yuhai’s face brightened: “Really? But our Xiaoyan is disobedient and not academically inclined. Will a top student look down on her?”
Jiang Yanzhou chuckled softly: “No, he won’t.”
Tang Xiaoyan’s hands and feet slowly turned cold. Jiang Yanzhou was a thorough schemer.
In her heart, she apologized to Song Zhi: “Zhi Zhi, I’m sorry. If I don’t tell him where you’re staying, I might be married off next month.”
She hesitantly stood up, looking at Jiang Yanzhou with hesitation.
He furrowed his brows, seemingly seeing through her thoughts instantly.
He smiled at Tang Yuhai: “Can I talk to Xiaoyan alone?”
Tang Yuhai quickly nodded with a smile: “Sure, sure. I’ll go outside for a smoke.”
After he left, the living room became quieter.
Jiang Yanzhou leaned back, crossing his legs casually, waiting for her to speak.
His demeanor was somewhat lazy and infuriating.
Tang Xiaoyan seethed internally but appeared obedient externally: “She usually stays in hotels, but the company has arranged so many hotels for her that I’m not sure where she’s staying now.”
She hesitated before reporting a hotel name.
Jiang Yanzhou slightly raised an eyebrow: “Hmm?”
Tang Xiaoyan immediately spilled everything, reporting two more hotel names: “I really only know these.”
She was almost in tears: “Really.”
Jiang Yanzhou silently looked at her for a while, seemingly believing her.
He leisurely stood up: “It’s getting late. Let your father know; I’ll leave first.”
Tang Xiaoyan cautiously asked: “What about my matchmaking…?”
“Don’t worry,” Jiang Yanzhou said indifferently, “I have no friends.”
…
Damn, so he was deceiving her?
Fortunately, she had kept one thing hidden—the hotel where Song Zhi was currently staying.
Go to hell, you bastard, serves you right to be dumped!
Jiang Yanzhou had someone check those hotels. Song Zhi had indeed stayed there, but hadn’t returned for some time.
After the special assistant finished reporting, he stood by with his phone, not daring to breathe loudly. Lately, Jiang Yanzhou’s mood had been very off.
Although he usually didn’t talk much, his typically steady and reserved demeanor rarely showed emotional fluctuations.
But these past few days, he had been unpredictable.
Even during regular work, he had some tolerance for employees.
Now, several had already been fired.
The first to go was the assistant caught watching Song Zhi and He Hanyang CP videos on the company computer during work hours.
He was terrified of being next.
Shaking, he stood there for a long time. Finally, Jiang Yanzhou closed his laptop, rubbing his temples wearily, his voice hoarse: “Go ahead.”
There was a problem with a proposal from another country. For this matter, Jiang Yanzhou hadn’t slept for several nights, and there was still a remote meeting at two in the morning.
After the special assistant left, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Lost in thought, he watched the cars passing by outside.
His eyes unfocused.
Song Zhi was usually carefree, fond of making him angry.
But she had never mentioned breaking up.
Suddenly finding it hard to breathe, he roughly loosened his tie and undid the collar button.
Yet, the suffocating feeling persisted.
His hands began to tremble slightly.
Breathing heavily, he sat down, leaning on the chair. Perhaps due to excessive late nights and emotional fluctuations, his heart rate was irregular.
His sleep quality had always been poor, especially these years of flying around the world. Sometimes he didn’t even have time to adjust to the time difference before heading to another country.
He had forgotten how long it had been since he last had a good night’s sleep.
The high-pressure work kept his nerves constantly tense. Only when he was with Song Zhi did he relax a little.
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Even though no one had been home for several days, Aunt He still kept everything clean.
Seeing Jiang Yanzhou return, she came forward with a cloth, looking behind him.
Realizing no one was there, she sighed and turned her gaze back: “Did you two have a fight?”
Jiang Yanzhou took off his coat, hung it on the rack nearby, and didn’t say anything.
Aunt He knew his personality—he was not good with words, bottling everything up since childhood.
Whether sad or happy.
Because of this, he didn’t have many friends.
Words spoken sincerely often conveyed emotions more effectively than actions.
Jiang Yanzhou returned to the room, where everything remained untouched.
Song Zhi liked pink, so most things in the room were pink.
Pink curtains, pink bed sheets.
Hesitating for a moment, he went downstairs to her walk-in closet.
She had left in a hurry, leaving behind her cherished limited-edition clothes, bags, jewelry, and watches.
Song Zhi was sentimental about certain things—for example, she had always adored beautiful clothes and shoes since childhood.
If she wanted to take these things with her, she would definitely come back.
He walked to the door, pulled out the key, and closed the door.
Without the key, she couldn’t open it, and eventually, she would come to him.
Aunt He came upstairs with her phone, likely having just finished a call. She hesitated before looking at Jiang Yanzhou: “Yanzhou, Song Zhi just called.”
His pupils dilated as he strode over: “What did she say?”
“She said… she wants me to donate her clothes and jewelry to charity.”
…
Aunt He looked worried: “What exactly happened between you two? Little Zhi has never acted like this before.”
Even after fights, she would recover quickly.
When had it escalated to this point? Not coming home for days and wanting to donate her beloved treasures.
Jiang Yanzhou said softly: “We’re fine. Don’t worry too much. Rest early.”
Just as he was about to go upstairs, his phone rang.
It was a call from the company.
He imperceptibly frowned, moved further away, and answered: “What is it?”
After the other side reported, they quietly awaited his instructions.
The plan had been stolen, and all the previous investments of time and money were wasted.
These days, he had been busy with this matter. The leak of commercial secrets came from a high-level executive in the company.
Jiang Yanzhou pressed his temples and went out, casually taking his coat from the rack, putting it on as he walked out: “Contact the legal department. I’ll handle things at the company.”
Zhang Yi was already waiting outside, the black Maybach parked by the roadside.
He opened the car door for Jiang Yanzhou, who sat inside just as the call ended.
Zhang Yi glanced back through the rearview mirror, hesitantly speaking: “Boss, you haven’t slept for a day and a night. You should rest a bit.”
His voice was indifferent: “It’s fine.”
After a moment of contemplation, he asked Zhang Yi to hand over his phone.
Zhang Yi was taken aback: “Mine?”
Jiang Yanzhou nodded: “Yes.”
Song Zhi had blocked all his contact methods, so he couldn’t reach her.
Zhang Yi reached for his phone with one hand and handed it to him.
Relying on memory, Jiang Yanzhou dialed her number, hesitating before pressing the call button.
If Song Zhi heard his voice, she would probably hang up before he could say a complete sentence.
Thinking about it, he decided to send her a text message instead.
【Song Zhi, it’s me, Jiang Yanzhou. Let’s talk.】
Five minutes later, his phone vibrated. He lowered his eyes to look.
【Sorry, I’m having sex. Talk later.】
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