Zhou Yushen turned his head to look at her, a smile curving at the corners of his lips.
“Worried about me? Planning to become my caring wife?”
Shen Nanyue rolled her eyes, pushing herself up from the steering wheel before leaning back into her seat again.
“Stop being so full of yourself. Meng Yan said he’s going to make trouble for you, so you’d better be careful.”
“So you really are worried about me.” Zhou Yushen’s voice sounded bright and cheerful, clearly putting him in a very good mood.
He smiled as though he didn’t care in the slightest.
“I’m also one of Huansheng Group’s key pillars. Even the old chairman values me highly. If Meng Yan wants to touch me, he’s still lacking a bit of ability.”
His words were arrogant, yet his voice remained warm and gentle, like calm mountain spring water—so tranquil that the tranquility itself became a form of wild confidence.
Instinctively, Shen Nanyue felt that he probably did have that capability.
Ever since she first met him, she’d felt he possessed a steadiness far beyond his age, his emotions stable like an elderly man weathered by countless storms.
Someone who could sit in the position of investment manager at Huansheng Group certainly wasn’t incompetent.
Still, she couldn’t shake the faint worry lingering in her heart.
“Fine then. If there’s anything I can help with, remember to tell me.”
As she spoke, she started the car.
The Porsche made a turn and drove onto the main road.
“I drove here myself,” Zhou Yushen said.
“Give me your keys. I’ll have someone drive your car back later. Where do you live?”
The shifting light and shadow illuminated the stubborn determination on her face.
Zhou Yushen frowned slightly.
Only when Shen Nanyue was about to lose patience did he finally give her the address.
“Yunding Apartments?”
That was the most luxurious apartment complex in Fengcheng.
Every unit cost tens of millions.
How could an ordinary office worker like Zhou Yushen afford a place there?
“You bought it?”
Finding a moment, she turned and shot him a suspicious glance.
Zhou Yushen shook his head.
“The apartment belongs to Young Master Zhou. I only recently arrived in Fengcheng, and the house I bought is still being renovated, so he let me stay there for a while.”
“You and your young master must be pretty close.”
A multi-million apartment, casually lent out just like that.
Zhou Yushen pressed his lips together and calmly watched the stream of traffic ahead, though a trace of discomfort flickered deep in his eyes.
“Are you planning to settle down in Fengcheng? You bought a house as soon as you arrived—I thought you were just here on a business trip.”
Zhou Yushen fell silent for two seconds before nodding.
“My mother was from Fengcheng. Since the company arranged for me to work here, I figured I might as well settle down.”
“What about your parents? Do they agree?”
“…My mother passed away when I was little. As for my father…”
Shen Nanyue seemed to hear a cold laugh.
“Just treat him as if he’s dead. He has no right to control me.”
She had only been asking casually, yet somehow it felt like she had touched upon his painful past.
Still, another question surfaced in her mind.
If his mother had passed away and his father didn’t care about him, then what about the family pressure he mentioned before—the one forcing him into blind dates?
She wanted to ask, but suddenly didn’t know how to bring it up.
As though he had guessed what she was wondering, Zhou Yushen spoke calmly.
“The one pressuring me to marry is my grandfather. He’s very enthusiastic about interfering in my life. He even threatened that if I don’t get married, he’ll hang himself with a strip of white silk.”
Shen Nanyue nearly burst out laughing.
That dramatic image felt completely incompatible with Zhou Yushen’s face.
“Good thing my grandfather doesn’t pressure me like that,” she said smugly.
“But your mother pressures you even harder than my grandfather does.”
Shen Nanyue: “…”
She swore she would never seek a sense of superiority from other people ever again.
The car sped along the highway.
What should have been a one-hour drive was forcefully shortened to half an hour thanks to Shen Nanyue’s aggressive driving.
Once again, Zhou Yushen witnessed Shen Nanyue’s driving skills.
She managed to race steadily while still keeping within traffic speed limits.
No wonder she was a racing champion.
When they arrived at Yunding Apartments, Zhou Yushen extended an invitation to Shen Nanyue.
“Do you want to come upstairs for a while?”
“My grandpa gave me a curfew, so I won’t disturb you. Give me your car keys—I’ll have someone drive your car back for you later.”
“No need. I have another gathering at that restaurant tomorrow anyway. I’ll just pick it up myself then.”
As he spoke, Zhou Yushen unfastened his seatbelt.
But instead of getting out of the car, he leaned toward Shen Nanyue.
The cool sandalwood scent unique to him instantly filled the driver’s seat.
Shen Nanyue instinctively leaned backward, only for Zhou Yushen’s large hand to clasp the back of her head, forcing her to face him.
“What are you doing?”
The startled gaze in her bright, deer-like eyes put Zhou Yushen in an absurdly good mood.
“I want to thank you—for worrying about me being bullied and specially driving me home. I’m really happy.”
His low magnetic voice carried a lingering tenderness that instantly poured into Shen Nanyue’s ears.
She felt like her ears were about to get pregnant.
Her cheeks gradually flushed red.
She froze in place, unable to move at all.
Even when Zhou Yushen’s lips descended toward hers, she still didn’t move.
The kiss was light and fleeting, without the slightest trace of lust.
Zhou Yushen gently rubbed her hair and softly said, “Drive slower on the way back. Message me when you get home.”
After saying that, he got out of the car, closed the door, waved at her, and then walked into the apartment complex.
Shen Nanyue sat in the car with a flushed face for a very long time.
Only after Zhou Yushen’s figure disappeared into the complex did she slowly regain her senses.
Her heart pounded violently as she raised a hand to cover her chest.
Warmth still lingered on her lips, and in her daze she could almost still feel his breath brushing against her face.
After a long while, Shen Nanyue clenched her fist and slammed it against the steering wheel.
“Fox spirit! Seducing me anytime and anywhere!”
She muttered the complaint with embarrassed irritation.
Only after calming herself down did she finally drive away.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yushen returned home in an excellent mood before finally taking out the phone whose messages he had been ignoring the entire time.
Among Zhao Xuan’s countless missed calls and Xu Ping’s single call, he chose to return Xu Ping’s call.
The moment the call connected, Xu Ping immediately got to the point.
“I found out that four years ago, Meng Yan was involved in the death of a female university student. He didn’t kill her directly—it was ruled an accident—but he absolutely couldn’t escape responsibility.”
“Send me the detailed report in text later. What about the specialists I asked you to contact? Any results?”
Xu Ping sighed.
“Some experts did respond, but after reviewing Old Master Shen’s medical records, none of them said they could treat him. Even Old K said the same thing. If he says there’s no hope, then there’s probably really no saving him.”
The smile at the corner of Zhou Yushen’s lips gradually faded.
Only after a long silence did he reply calmly, “Understood.”
“I think you’re getting more and more invested in Shen Nanyue now. Helping her find specialists for her grandfather, making trouble for Meng Yan… You haven’t even married her yet, and you’re already treating her like your wife.”
Xu Ping couldn’t help teasing him.
Although he personally didn’t like women like Shen Nanyue, Zhou Yushen did.
As a brother, all he could do was support him.
“It’s only a matter of time. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”
Zhou Yushen ended the call first.
Not long afterward, Xu Ping sent over the information regarding the university student whose death Meng Yan had caused four years ago.
After quickly reading through it, a trace of coldness surfaced on Zhou Yushen’s face.
Right then, Zhao Xuan’s call came in again.
Answering the phone, Zhou Yushen spoke indifferently:
“Contact the most famous media outlets in Fengcheng.”
— The end of the Chapter–
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