After Zhuang Yibo returned to the suburban villa, he quickly returned to his room.
She had nothing else to do. She wanted to play the piano, but she felt powerless. She could only sit on the chair by the window and look at the scenery outside the window calmly.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but the servant suddenly knocked on her door. After opening the door, he said to her: "Miss Zhuang, there is a Miss Song outside, who says she is your friend and is here to see you..."
Hearing this, Zhuang Yibo suddenly came back to his senses and stood up. His first reaction was to walk to the mirror and stare at his own appearance nervously.
Although she went out with makeup on today, her red and swollen eyes were still too obvious at this moment and she couldn't hide them.
She stared at herself again and again, but in the end she had no choice but to cover her face with her hair, turned around and hurried downstairs.
Qianxing was standing at the door looking in. As soon as he saw her walking down the stairs, he quickly walked in, "Yibo!"
Zhuang Yibo met her and laughed softly, "Why are you here? When did you come back?"
"I just got off the plane." Qianxing said, "I knew today was your father's birthday, and I thought you would go back to celebrate him. Who knew that when I got there, I realized that you had already left, so I could only chase after you.
Coming for you!"
After saying that, Qianxing's gaze stayed on her face for a long time. Zhuang Yibo quickly avoided her gaze and said, "Come on, come in and sit down."
"Have you ever cried?" Qianxing finally said, "What's wrong? Is your family again--"
"No, it's okay." Zhuang Yibo said, "You also know my mother's temper. I had a few arguments with her... Today is my father's birthday. I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so I left first..."
Qianxing listened and followed her to the sofa with furrowed brows. He raised his eyes again and looked at the villa before saying again: "Where is Shen Wangjin?"
"He's not here," Zhuang Yibo said, "he went abroad."
After Qianxing heard this, he seemed to be relieved, but he couldn't completely relax. He still looked at Zhuang Yibo with some worry and said, "Why do I feel like you have lost weight again?"
"No way." Zhuang Yibo said with a smile, "Maybe the dark clothes I wore today make me look slimmer."
After hearing this, Qianxing just stretched out his hand to hold her hand, staring at her without saying anything.
"Would you like to sit in my room?" Zhuang Yibo said.
Qianxing obviously hesitated, "Your room?"
Zhuang Yibo responded, paused, and then added: "The room he prepared for me is my own room."
After saying that, she pulled Qianxing and walked upstairs.
The moment she pushed the door open, Qianxing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhuang Yibo and said, "You didn't design this yourself before..."
Zhuang Yibo just smiled faintly and said: "Yes, I didn't expect to have it here. Come in and take a look -"
Qianxing took a quick look and could naturally see that every piece of furniture and decoration in this room was Zhuang Yibo's style. There were no traces left by Shen Wangjin here, but she could also see that Zhuang Yibo had left a mark here.
There are very few traces.
Although this is her room, the house where she lives every day, her personal belongings are too few. The few pieces of clothing in the cloakroom only take up two or three shelves, and are neatly placed
The cosmetics and skin care products in the bag... Although it had not been long since she moved here, and this situation seemed reasonable, Qianxing could still faintly notice her uneasiness and awkwardness in this room.
Admittedly, this kind of uneasiness and embarrassment was what she had thought about early on, but in such an environment, facing Zhuang Yibo who tried his best to prove to her that he was living a good life, Qianxing still felt unspeakably sad.
Qianxing couldn't help but stretched out her hand to hold Zhuang Yibo, looked at her and said, "Is Shen Wangjin good to you? You promised me not to lie to me."
Hearing this, Zhuang Yibo seemed to be stunned for a long time before finally speaking slowly: "Qianxing, I said he is very good to me, do you believe it?"
Qianxing stared at her closely and didn't answer for a while.
Zhuang Yibo suddenly smiled softly again, "I think in this world, apart from you, he is the best to me... He asked me to move here to take care of my daily life and food. He prepared this room
Give it to me, let me live at my own pace, and never force anything on me..."
"Really?" Qianxing obviously didn't believe it.
Zhuang Yibo whispered: "It's incredible, isn't it? But it's true. I promised not to lie to you."
"and you……"
"Yes, the problem is with me." Zhuang Yibo said, "It's because I couldn't get over that hurdle. It's because I always rejected him. It's because I didn't handle it well enough -"
When Qianxing heard this, he instantly became angry and said: "You are not wrong! What's wrong with you? If he really hadn't forced you, then you wouldn't be here! None of this would have happened, and neither would you.
You will be so unhappy...Yibo, from beginning to end, you did nothing wrong! The wrong person is him——"
"Everyone has something they want to strive for and get." Zhuang Yibo said, "He wants me, and I want something from him. Thinking about it this way, things seem to be quite simple..."
"What do you want from him?" Qianxing asked, "What do you want from him?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she thought of the answer first - why Zhuang Yibo married into the Shen family in the first place was probably the reason why she turned to Shen Wangjin.
After all, it was still because of the banker or her parents——
Qianxing actually had a lot to say, but she also knew that no matter how much she said, it would be useless. Once it involves the banker and parents, it is a dead end for Zhuang Yibo and there is no solution.
"Yibo..." Qianxing called her again in a low voice and said, "I don't want to see you living like this."
Zhuang Yibo was quiet for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her, "Fortunately you came today, fortunately you talked to me about this...otherwise I wouldn't have realized that he was really good to me...
Don't worry, I will learn to accept and adapt, and everything will be fine by then. You really don't have to worry about me."
Because Shen Wangjin was not there, Qianxing stayed with Zhuang Yibo in the villa until the evening, and was finally urged to leave by Zhuang Yibo.
Zhuang Yibo stood at the door of the villa, watching Qianxing leave in the car. When the car was no longer visible, she took back her hand, suppressed a smile, and stood at the door with some relief, staring blankly at the sky in the distance.
"...Miss Zhuang? Miss Zhuang?"
The servant called her several times from behind, and she finally came back to her senses. The servant hurriedly said: "What are you thinking about and why you are so fascinated? Come in quickly, it's very cold outside."
"It's nothing." Zhuang Yibo whispered, "I'm just thinking that some things are easy to say but really difficult to do..."