In the absence of Shen Wangjin, Zhuang Yibo's life became simpler.
Except for necessary trips to Huo's house, she basically stayed behind closed doors at other times. At home, she was also a quiet person, and the only thing that made sound was her musical instrument.
The servants at home only felt that she was practicing the piano anytime and anywhere, morning and evening, day and night.
Fortunately, the villa is large enough and the surrounding area is open enough. Even if she practices the piano day and night, she will not disturb anyone.
Zhuang Yibo practiced like this for two days, and finally stopped for a few hours on the third day.
Those hours were because she received a call from Zhuang Zhonghong.
"I just called Wangjin and mentioned the company to him, but he hung up the phone without saying a few words." Zhuang Zhonghong asked her, "Yibo, haven't you guys reconciled yet? I said before
I asked you to call him and tell him clearly, did you call him?"
Zhuang Yibo sat in a chair and listened to the phone, silent and did not answer.
Seeing this, Zhuang Zhonghong just sighed slightly uncontrollably, and then said: "Yibo, you have always been very good and obedient. Dad believes that you are a sensible child. You have your own considerations in everything you do, but
There should be a degree in everything, especially between two people. There is always one party who has to bow his head first, right? Just like your mother and I, if anything happens over the years, isn’t it always me who bows her head first? Of course, I hope
He is a person who does big things, and you are just starting out. He may have a more domineering temper and is not so easy to give in, so you have to be softer. If both of you are tough, how can you go on in the long run?"
Listening to Zhuang Zhonghong on the other end of the phone teaching earnestly as a veteran, Zhuang Yibo just listened quietly, without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.
Zhuang Zhonghong said something else before returning to the topic and said: "As for the company, I am considering inviting Wangjin to become a shareholder. In this way, we will truly become a family. With the support of the Shen family, we will become the banker in the future."
You have no worries. This is a big thing, Yibo. You have to think not only for yourself, but also for the banker, for me and your mother... Your mother can't eat these days because of the company and your affairs.
I can't sleep, I'm extremely anxious...you're obedient, huh?"
"Okay." Zhuang Yibo finally responded, without saying anything more, and quickly hung up the phone.
She still did not call Shen Wangjin, but quietly sat in a daze in her chair. It was not until the evening that her piano sounded again, and it continued until late at night.
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As long as Shen Wangjin has been away, Zhuang Yibo has been in this state.
One day more than a week later, Zhuang Yibo returned from Huo's house. As soon as he entered the door, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The servant just walked out of the kitchen holding tea. When he saw her, he immediately said happily: "Miss Zhuang, Mr. Shen is back!"
Her tone was really happy, as if she had been waiting for this day for a long time.
After all, it is not easy to work in such a job and face two such weird and weird people.
Zhuang Yibo didn't say anything, didn't stop downstairs as usual, turned around and went upstairs.
Upstairs, clear voices could be heard from Shen Wangjin's semi-open office area. He and Shen Ruiwen were discussing official matters. Zhuang Yibo passed by the open door and went straight back to his room.
She walked very lightly, opened the door very lightly, and closed the door very lightly, all in the same manner as before.
But just as she closed the door, Shen Wangjin, who was talking behind the desk, suddenly paused slightly and raised his eyes in the direction of the door.
Just then the servant came in with tea and reported to him equally happily: "Mr. Shen, Miss Zhuang is back."
Hearing this, Shen Wangjin just nodded slowly and said nothing for a while.
The servant came forward to pour him tea and put it at hand. He looked at him carefully before saying, "Mr. Shen seems to be looking much better when he comes back this time. It'll be fine when you're back. If you're not at home, Miss Zhuang will take care of herself every day."
Locked in the room, no matter how hard I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't come out..."
Shen Wangjin still just responded lightly, took the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
The servant quickly withdrew again. Shen Ruiwen saw Shen Wangjin sitting back in the chair and probably guessed what he was thinking, so he asked, "How about we stop here today?"
"Yeah." Shen Wangjin didn't say much.
Shen Ruiwen quickly packed up the documents in front of him and put them into categories. Then he took his belongings and left the second floor.
Shen Wangjin was still sitting there, drinking the cup of tea slowly, then slowly stood up and walked to the room where Zhuang Yibo was.
When he entered, Zhuang Yibo was washing his face in the bathroom. When he raised his face from the sink, only an uncarved lotus face was revealed.
Her face is very attractive, probably because of God's blessing. Even though her body has lost weight, her face remains the same as before. This is why he never noticed that she was getting thinner. But now, although her face is still pale,
Still no blood, but still beautiful.
When Zhuang Yibo saw him appearing in the mirror, the expression on his face didn't change much. He just looked at him quietly and walked closer from the doorway.
When he got close, he slowly raised his hand and stretched it directly towards her neck.
Her body stiffened subconsciously, but she didn't hide.
The next moment, Shen Wangjin just stretched out his hand and gently opened her collar.
Under the turtleneck sweater, although the bruise on her neck is no longer obvious, a clear line can still be seen...
Shen Wangjin's fingertips slowly stroked the thin line from beginning to end.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked.
Zhuang Yibo stood quietly, letting him touch her gently, without moving or answering.
Shen Wangjin's eyes fell on her face again, and he looked at her quietly.
There was still no expression on her face, but he just felt that something was different.
His eyes stayed on her face for a long time, and he did not dwell on the previous question anymore. He just said: "I heard from the servant that you stay in the room every day and don't even leave the door?"
She still didn't answer, just lowered her eyes slightly.
But Shen Wangjin took another step forward, got closer to her, and whispered: "Is the room so comfortable?"
This sentence is not a question.
Zhuang Yibo slowly raised his eyes, and the moment he met his gaze again, Shen Wangjin slowly laughed.
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The servant originally thought that after Shen Wangjin came back, Zhuang Yibo would be able to return to his previous living conditions. Although it didn't seem quite right, it was still better than the days when Shen Wangjin was not at home.
But she never thought that after Shen Wangjin came back, not only Zhuang Yibo did not leave the room, but Shen Wangjin also stayed in that room and did not go out the whole night...