In the early morning, Zhuang Yibo was still in a groggy dreamland when he was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone.
I opened my eyes and touched the phone. Unsurprisingly, it was Zhuang Zhonghong calling.
She skillfully pressed the mute button, then lifted the quilt and got up.
However, at eight o'clock in the morning, Shen Wangjin was no longer in her room, but his breath still lingered on the bed.
Not just on the bed - when she walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, she could also see traces of him all over her body.
The bruises on his neck that were pinched by his hands have long since faded away, replaced by dots of red marks, clear and ambiguous.
Zhuang Yibo slowly raised his hand to wipe those marks, but it was all in vain.
Soon she let herself go and lowered her head to wash up.
At the same time, Shen Ruiwen's cell phone rang in the living room downstairs.
After taking a look at the caller ID, Shen Ruiwen skillfully turned off the phone, looked at the time, and then stood up and walked towards the door of the villa.
When he arrived at the door, he had just returned from a walk. Shen Wangjin, dressed in casual clothes, walked in from the door. Shen Ruiwen immediately handed over two documents, "These two documents are to be sent away immediately and require your signature, Mr. Shen."
Shen Wangjin took the document, stood at the door and browsed it quickly, then took out a pen and signed it.
Shen Ruiwen immediately handed the documents to the driver waiting at the door and asked the driver to take him away.
Shen Wangjin entered the room, glanced at the empty restaurant, and only asked the servant: "Aren't you up yet?"
"No," the servant said while handing Shen Wangjin a hot towel, "Miss Zhuang always wakes up later, but it should be about the same time."
Shen Wangjin sat down at the dining table, and Shen Ruiwen soon walked in. After reporting to him several key tasks today, he added: "Just now Zhuang Zhonghong called again. He seems to be very anxious."
After hearing this, Shen Wangjin just smiled lightly and said: "Zhuang's company can't collapse without my capital injection. It's worth his hurry."
Shen Ruiwen said: "Zhuang has always had serious internal conflicts, which shows that he must be under a lot of pressure recently."
As he was talking, Zhuang Yibo's figure happened to appear on the stairs.
While wiping his hands with a hot towel, Shen Wangjin looked at Zhuang Yibo's figure on the stairs and said unhurriedly: "There's no rush, we have plenty of time anyway, let's just wait and see."
Zhuang Yibo went downstairs and walked straight to the dining table as if he didn't hear anything despite clearly hearing his words.
"Good morning, Miss Zhuang." Shen Ruiwen greeted her.
"Good morning, Mr. Shen." She responded softly, and then sat down at the dining table.
When the maid brought breakfast to her, she would lightly nod and say, "Thank you, auntie."
Situations like this happened every day. It was a normal situation, but today, Shen Wangjin just looked at her as if he were seeing her for the first time, with a bit of inquiry and interest.
She only raised her eyes to glance at him, and then quickly looked away.
Shen Wangjin sat back in his chair, and when he saw her starting to eat, he spoke again: "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Zhuang Yibo slowly shook his head.
When Shen Wangjin saw this, he just smiled lightly, said nothing more, lowered his head and started eating.
The two of them sat at the dining table eating as usual, almost silently.
Shen Ruiwen was sitting next to him, looking at such a scene, but suddenly he frowned uncontrollably.
After breakfast, Shen Wangjin took Shen Ruiwen back to the office area to work, while Zhuang Yibo sat downstairs and played the piano.
In the office area, Shen Ruiwen heard the sound of the piano coming from downstairs and subconsciously glanced at Shen Wangjin again.
Shen Wangjin was originally looking at the documents seriously, but after the music of the piano played for a while downstairs, the hand he placed on the table began to unconsciously follow the rhythm of the music, tapping one after another.
The sound of the piano stopped downstairs, and the finger he placed on the table just tapped unconsciously, getting faster and faster, which was a sign of his impatience.
When the piano sounded again and his fingers vibrated with the rhythm again, he was back to normal.
Shen Ruiwen saw this and slowly lowered his eyes.
In fact, judging from his experience in the past few days, Shen Wangjin is in a good mood as long as Zhuang Yibo's music is there -
This has nothing to do with music.
Because during the one or two years when he was recuperating abroad, he would also play various piano and cello music every day, but no matter how pleasant the music was coming from the speakers, he would still be moody.
And now, even if sometimes Zhuang Yibo's music is played intermittently, he will only show a little irritability during the waiting period. At other times, Zhuang Yibo's piano sound can always soothe his emotions well.
But, is just the sound of the piano enough?
Shen Ruiwen thought about the situation between the two people and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
After Shen Wangjin finished reviewing another document, Shen Ruiwen paused and then said again: "Mr. Shen wants to wait for Miss Zhuang to speak about Ms. Zhuang's matter?"
Hearing this question, Shen Wangjin's pen in his hand visibly paused, and then he raised his eyes to look at Shen Ruiwen and said, "What?"
"If Mr. Shen wants to wait for Miss Zhuang to speak before taking action, then we should do some preparations in the early stage, so as to avoid the people below from being in a hurry -"
Before Shen Ruiwen finished speaking, Shen Wangjin suddenly interrupted him and said, "Do you think she would say this?"
Shen Ruiwen was silent for a moment, and then said: "I think... with Miss Zhuang's temperament, she might not say this."
Hearing this, Shen Wangjin slowly raised his lips and said, "That's right. I didn't think she would speak...but I just wanted to see how long she could last."
After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but want to say something, but in the end, he didn't speak again.
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In the next two days, Zhuang Yibo continued to play his piano as usual and didn't care about anything else.
There is not a word about Zhuang.
However, on the third day, Zhuang Zhonghong came directly to the door.
When he arrived, Zhuang Yibo was about to go out. When he opened the door and saw him, he was stunned for a moment.
"Yibo." Zhuang Zhonghong frowned slightly and looked at her, "Where are you going? Where is Wangjin?"
"He's not here." Zhuang Yibo replied in a low voice, "I have to go to class."
When Zhuang Zhonghong heard that Shen Wangjin was not here, he was slightly discouraged. When he heard Zhuang Yibo's answer, he couldn't help but said: "What other classes are you taking? Isn't this a waste of time? Wouldn't it be better to stay at home with Wangjin?
?”
Seeing that Zhuang Yibo didn't answer, Zhuang Zhonghong didn't bother to say anything more on this topic. He just pulled Zhuang Yibo and said, "Let me ask you, have you mentioned the capital injection to Wangjin? What is his attitude?"