It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhou Yinghuai's deep eyes darkened.

"not necessarily."

In his opinion, Zhuhe didn't understand his sister.

Zhu Xi was clearly not the type to go back to an ex.

Congratulations! He shrugged and said, "You don't have to believe me, and that's not important."

"Mr. Zhou, your marriage was arranged due to various errors, and it wasn't Zhu Xi's wish. Of course, I'm also very grateful that you didn't offend her and chose to marry her."

The congratulations continued: "I've been hearing a lot about Mr. Zhou's reputation as a fiercely protective brother lately, so I think you can understand how a brother wants his sister to be happy."

Zhou Yinghuai clenched and unclenched his fists on his knees.

Congratulatory words are like a scalpel cutting through the fog, each cut piercing to the bone, each word stabbing to the heart.

He seemed unwilling to let Zhu Xi leave him.

He wanted to capture that leisurely afternoon in the cave, but even more so, he wanted to capture the interesting soul of the phone's owner.

Zhu Xi returned leisurely from the ward area and saw Zhou Yinghuai battling with her makeshift wardrobe again when she entered the room.

"Hang up?" She held an ice pop in her hand, its flavor strong with strawberries. She took a bite, and a little pink tinge appeared on the corner of her lips.

Zhou Yinghuai gripped the clothes hanger, his knuckles clearly defined. "Who hung up? Your brother was perfectly fine before he hung up the video call, he even said goodnight to me."

Zhu Xi rolled her eyes, feeling that this version of Zhou Yinghuai was quite unfamiliar.

Who is Zhou Yinghuai? He is the actual owner of the president's office of Dazhou Group.

His heart is quite strong.

"So Su Daiqing passed away?" he asked deliberately. "They couldn't save him even at the hospital? That's regrettable. Since we've known each other, I'll go with you to pay my respects."

Zhu Xi took a bite of the strawberry milk cake, feeling refreshed and elated. "You're acting so strange today."

She shut up and carefully observed Zhou Yinghuai for a while, and found that he was obviously saying things out of anger.

"Did Lingyi upset you again?" she asked tentatively.

Zhou Yinghuai hung up her clothes. "She didn't."

Did Liang Chenxing make you jealous?

Zhou Yinghuai: "We haven't seen her since she returned to China."

Zhu Xi suddenly realized, "Then let's arrange a meeting quickly. Home-cooked meals are worse than white people's food."

Zhou Yinghuai: "You!"

Zhu Xi raised his hand, indicating that he knew he had no interest in Liang Chenxing. "That's strange. In the entire Libei City, who would dare to provoke you like this?"

Zhou Yinghuai stood high above her, arms crossed, watching her with a leisurely air.

Feeling guilty, Zhu Xi didn't even wipe the melted milk cake that dripped onto the back of her hand. Instead, she immediately connected it to the woman who might be involved with Zhou Yinghuai, asking, "Did Yu Qingge offend you?"

As he spoke, he nodded in agreement, "I just saw her, and she said she wanted to discuss some project with you."

However, she wasn't interested and didn't let Yu Qingge finish speaking.

Zhou Yinghuai was defeated by her.

"It's getting late, I'll head back now so as not to disturb your rest."

They faced each other. He lifted his foot and gently brushed against her shoulder. "I won't be coming tomorrow."

Zhu Xi pinched the flat wooden handle of the milk cake and said, "Oh."

She turned and watched him go.

Zhou Yinghuai was facing away from the light, so his emotions were not visible.

All I heard him say before he left was, "I'll have the housekeeper come over tomorrow and bring you fruit and freshly made drinks."

"Remember to eat."

"oh."

Zhu Xi followed him out, her slender white fingers covered in sticky residue.

"Zhou..." she began, about to say something more, but was stopped by a nurse who rushed over.

"Mr. Zhu, the patient's condition is not right."

Zhu Xi snapped out of her reverie and instantly switched into work mode, "Coming!"

She took off running, not noticing Zhou Yinghuai's gaze returning behind her.

He watched her run so fast that the last piece of the milk cake stick landed precisely in the trash can next to her.

A soft sound.

Zhou Yinghuai's gaze was deep and his lips were taut.

-

For several days in a row, Zhu Xi did not see Zhou Yinghuai.

Her bed was a mess, and so was her wardrobe.

The food in the refrigerator is constantly being changed, but the strawberries still taste the same.

It was 2 a.m., just after the midnight horror movie ended.

The entire hospital was surprisingly quiet.

Zhu Xi had just returned from a shower and noticed that the dormitory door was not closed properly.

I loosened the towel from my hair, took a few quick steps, and pushed open the door.

"You didn't mean to..."

As she finished speaking, the towel swayed against her bare calves, and the dripping hair quickly soaked the eyes of her dog-themed T-shirt.

Xiaoyue, her mouth bulging as she secretly ate from the refrigerator, mumbled, "Is your refrigerator Doraemon's pocket? It has everything!"

Zhu Xi felt a pang of disappointment, as if a stone was lodged in her heart.

She raised her hand again to wipe her hair, without saying anything.

Xiaoyue, confused, pinched the strawberry's bottom and brought it to her lips. "Who did you think I was?"

Zhu Xi tilted her head, looking sullen, and said, "I've already brushed my teeth."

Xiaoyue frowned, completely bewildered. "You used to brush your teeth and even took me to eat lamb spine hot pot."

Zhu Xi found the hair dryer and retorted, "I'm afraid if I eat strawberries in the middle of the night, the strawberry seeds will take root in my teeth and grow into a towering tree."

"Huh?" Xiaoyue touched her forehead with the back of her hand. "Director Hao, have some decency! You've worn the child out of her mind!"

Zhu Xi shoved her hand away, "Go eat!"

With her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, Zhu Xi sat under the hairdryer, enjoying the semi-automated service.

A fixed shelf has been added to the wall next to the desk, which can be used to embed the hair dryer.

This way, you can free your hands and save time and effort.

Xiaoyue ate, drank, and teased, "Your mother is so thoughtful; she even thought of the fact that you're too lazy to blow-dry your hair."

No wonder Xiaoyue was envious; this dormitory, from its layout to the smallest details like the electrical outlets, was entirely tailored to Zhu Xi's personal habits.

It really is a customized design.

"It wasn't my mother who did it." Ms. He Mianxin, who was used to a life of luxury, would never have thought of such things.

"Who is that?"

"Zhou Yinghuai." A soft ringing sound came from beside Zhu Xi's ear.

"Your new husband? What a good man!"

Suddenly being brought up Zhou Yinghuai, Zhu Xixiao recalled Xiaoyue's earlier comment, "Don't you mind that he disappears when you need him?"

Things are different now. Xiaoyue left her half a strawberry and then heated up two walnut shortbreads in the microwave.

"Oh right, where is he? He hasn't come for several days."

Zhu Xi: "Busy! I can't come."

"Going on another business trip to make money?" Xiaoyue changed her tune this time, "A thoughtful man who knows how to make money."

Zhu Xi: "?!"

After eating and drinking her fill, Xiaoyue went back to the nurses' station for her shift.

Zhu Xi sat at her desk, resting her chin on her hand. She couldn't concentrate on the surgical video, and she had no ideas whatsoever for the report she was supposed to write.

He kept twirling the pen in his right hand, becoming more and more agitated.

The oppressive energy within his body, originating from an unknown source, quickly spread to his limbs and brain.

The blockage was most severe in my chest; even pressing my fist against it didn't help.

She raised her hand and forcefully pushed the tightly closed window outwards.

The wind outside blew the vase to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The bone china was cracked, and the dried petals, stained with the spilled water, became muddy.

Zhu Xi was startled, and her dark eyes widened in panic.

The wind howled, and the shadows of the trees were dappled.

She plopped down in the chair, stepping on Zhou Yinghuai's chair, and wiped her feet, which were scratched by shards of bone china.

The wound, less than a centimeter in size, was gushing blood.

Zhu Xi picked up her phone, which was charging, to call Xiao Yue and ask her to bring her a band-aid.

After unlocking, a pop-up video takes up the entire screen.

The man in the video had cut his hair short, making him look even more aloof and cold.

The venue, filled with high-tech elements, was bustling with people and a dazzling display of light and shadow.

Zhu Xi only saw the man in a formal suit, who exuded nobility, confidence, and composure.

A reporter asked, "Mr. Zhou, some people say that the initial intention behind the founding of Fanzhou Technology was as a wedding gift from you to your future wife. Is that true?"

Under high-definition lenses, Zhou Yinghuai is so perfect that no flaws can be found.

Even through the screen, Zhu Xi was drawn into those deep, affectionate eyes.

Zhou Yinghuai smiled slightly, raised his hand to show the plain ring on his ring finger, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm already married."

Before the words had even finished, the entire room erupted in uproar.

The reporter pressed on, "Ms. Liang Chenxing, do you like this gift that you've prepared so carefully over the years?"

"Will your wedding with Ms. Liang be held in New Zealand?"