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

Zhou Yinghuai drove himself to the police station next to Yilongju.

When he arrived, He Mianxin and Yu Qinghua were also there.

Finally, we arrived in the height of summer.

He was Zhou Yinghuai's personal lawyer and a very successful criminal defense lawyer before returning home to inherit the family business.

At the height of his fame, he was even named one of the top ten stars in the Libei legal profession.

Of course, in the height of summer, at the peak of their fame, they also chose to retire gracefully.

He became a true second-generation rich kid.

The four of them exchanged glances.

Yu Qinghua wanted to speak to Zhou Yinghuai, but Zhou Yinghuai gave a cold laugh and went straight into the hall.

She braved the rain in the sweltering summer and brushed her wet hair aside in front of Yu Qinghua.

He chuckled and said, "Mr. Yu, Mrs. Yu."

"I am Dr. Zhu Xi's lawyer. Please talk to me if you have any issues."

The police officers were still there. "Alright, stop talking, let's go inside and talk."

Zhou Yinghuai walked hurriedly, and his heart tightened when he saw Zhu Xi.

The once vibrant and intelligent girl has now become like someone who has lost their soul, a numb and empty machine.

He slowly walked over and squatted down in front of Zhu Xi.

"Zhu Xi," he called her softly, and seeing her red, tear-filled eyes, his heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles.

Zhu Xi stared at him blankly for a long time.

The police officer stood at the door, without saying a word, but waved and called Zhu He out.

Congratulations subtly hinted to Zhou Yinghuai, and the two men tacitly handed over the task.

Zhou Yinghuai was still squatting in front of Zhu Xi, raising his hand to cup her right cheek, and gently coaxing her, "Sister Xi, I've had someone go find a sofa."

Zhu Xi's lips twitched, and the stinging sensation in her nose and eyes made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Zhou Yinghuai smiled at her and gently pried open her nails, which were almost embedded in her flesh.

He spread his fingers and placed his palm in hers, staring into her eyes. "I promise you, I will definitely help you find it."

Zhu Xi's tears fell silently, her voice trembling with sobs, "Zhou Yinghuai."

Zhou Yinghuai sensed her pain, stepped forward, and pulled her into his arms as she wept.

"Sister Xi, I will definitely restore the room to its original state for you."

My neck was wet.

Zhou Yinghuai tightened his arms and pressed his cheek against her hair.

His sharp, cold eyes were fixed on the source of the commotion.

In the next room, He Mianxin slammed her hand on the table, "I'm her mother!"

The person in my arms was trembling, and the dampness on their neck was even more intense.

Zhou Yinghuai noticed Zhu Xi's fear and decided not to stay any longer.

Just then, Master Bai arrived as well.

Also arriving were the head of the local police station and the deputy director of the branch bureau.

Zhou Yinghuai coaxed Zhu Xi in a low voice, "Sister Xi, there are some congratulatory and summery things here. I'll take you home, okay?"

Zhu Xi remained silent.

Zhou Yinghuai leaned his cheek close to her ear and gently kissed her hair. "Come back with me, okay?"

Zhu Xi pulled away from his neck, her tear-reddened eyes fixed on him.

"Can you really help me find the sofa?"

Zhou Yinghuai wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his fingertips. "Yes!"

He bent down and picked the person up in his arms.

He held her right hand behind her head and pressed Zhu Xi's face against his heart.

Taking a break in the sweltering summer to witness this scene made me serious.

The childhood friends, with perfect understanding, exchanged a few glances, and the message was conveyed.

The rain was torrential, and lightning flashed.

Zhou Yinghuai held her in his arms as they sat in the back seat, with Master Bai still driving.

I made a U-turn at the intersection, went around in circles, and returned to Yilongju.

Zhou Yinghuai carried her upstairs to the master bedroom and placed her on the bench at the foot of the bed.

He's still in the same position as he was at the police station.

He squatted down in front of her, cupped her face in his hands, and smiled at her.

Zhu Xi has stopped crying, but her soul has not yet been found.

Zhou Yinghuai blinked, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He got up, intending to go to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel to wipe her face and apply heat.

As soon as I stood up, my left foot moved and my right shoulder sank.

Zhou Yinghuai lowered his gaze.

Zhu Xi held his right hand with both hands, tilting her small face up.

Zhou Yinghuai held her soft hand in his palm and coaxed her gently, "I'll wring out a hot towel for you to wipe your face."

Zhu Xi shook her head.

The ethereal and lifeless Zhu Xi, like a thorn, ripped open Zhou Yinghuai's heart.

He understood her fear and unease, and saw the helplessness and constraints deep within her heart.

Their eyes met, and Zhou Yinghuai leaned down.

He placed a light kiss on her brow and paused for two seconds.

He slowly moved down, kissing her trembling eyelids first on the left and then on the right.

He held her hand tightly and pressed it against his heart.

They parted with a light kiss, their noses touching.

Zhou Yinghuai locked his gaze on her eyes, then kissed her lips, gently sucking on them, his soft lips pressed against her neck.

Zhu Xi's lips were cool, but Zhou Yinghuai's warm embrace warmed them.

Their breaths mingled, and the light kiss paused.

Zhu Xi opened her hand to Zhou Yinghuai's chest, and he grasped it, allowing her to feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

As their lips parted and opened in the kiss, Zhu Xi heard the most beautiful sound in the world.

The sound was like the oldest electric heater in the family compound when I was a child.

The hissing sound traveled through my ear canal, into my eyes, and soothed my heart.

Zhou Yinghuai said, "Sister Xi, do you want to kiss me?"