Chapter 237

「I asked my cousin; he said that before you came to M Country, the Zhou Family had locked Zhou Jingyuan up. 」

Zhou Yinhe's heart jumped suddenly, and under Wen Ling's gaze he forced himself to stay calm as he said: 「There is such a thing; he wasn't honest and did some things, so my dad had him locked up. 」

「What? 」 Wen Ling leaned close, staring intently into his eyes, and asked: 「Your Zhou Family never has internal strife, and the atmosphere of getting along goes without saying—you wouldn't forget your own words, would you? 」

Zhou Yinhe stepped back, glanced away to avoid her gaze, pressed his lips, and said: 「There will always be disobedient ones; moreover, it was just confinement, and nothing else was done. 」

「Really? 」 Seeing his guilt, Wen Ling gave a light laugh, and finally stopped staring at Zhou Yinhe as she had just done.

She turned and sat on the sofa, tapping her chin to signal Zhou Yinhe to sit down as well.

After Zhou Yinhe was seated, she then softly asked: 「All right, you can speak now. 」

Zhou Yinhe had already been dazed by her relentless questioning, unable to react quickly, and let out an "ah".

Wen Ling, helpless, asked again: 「When you came to see me, what did you mean by those words you said to me at our first meeting? 」

Zhou Yinhe let out another "oh", looking dazed, no longer resembling the image Wen Ling remembered from before.

「I just had a dream, then woke up to find it different from the dream, and felt a bit dazed. 」

Wen Ling narrowed her eyes and continued: 「Why do Hehe and Heng Heng know you, when you've clearly only just met? 」

Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips, unwilling to speak; he feared that if he spoke, Wen Ling might accept it, but if she didn't, she'd think he was ill—what would he do then?

Wen Ling stood up, walked to him, and knelt before his knees; the seriousness on her face earlier had vanished, and she softly said: 「Did you have a dream about me always being by your side, only to wake up suddenly and realize it was merely a hallucination from your drunkenness during your hospital stay, which is why you came to find me? 」

Zhou Yinhe's heart suddenly calmed; he nodded and whispered: 「Yes. 」

「So, you didn't come to find me because you can't forget me; it's just that the dream was too unforgettable, so you came. 」

「No! 」 Zhou Yinhe was dazed, and hurriedly explained: 「How could you think that? I came to find you because I love you and can't forget you; although it's also related to the dream, how can you ignore my love for you? 」

He was a bit angry; Wen Ling watched him silently as he stood up, looking down at her, and said word by word: 「You may first not reconcile with me, but you cannot think of me this way. 」

He bit his lip, turned and strode away, leaving Wen Ling somewhat at a loss.

She slowly rose, stared blankly at his retreating back until it disappeared, and then the secretary entered.

「Little Wen Director, this is…」

Wen Ling came to her senses, shook her head at the secretary, and said: 「Follow him, see where he returns to, then come back. 」

She was afraid Zhou Yinhe would run around recklessly because of his anger, and also wanted to know whether, in his angry departure, he had returned to her residence or to the hotel.

After the secretary left, Wen Ling walked to her desk and sat down; she had just lit a cigarette for herself, but recalling how Zhou Yinhe had found the smoke unpleasant earlier, she paused her fingers and still stubbed it out.

She also felt regretful; the words she had just spoken were not actually meant to deny Zhou Yinhe's feelings for her, but sometimes when facing someone one likes, one inevitably feels insecure, and in awkward moments hopes to receive the beloved's exclusive devotion.

Indeed, she seemed a bit overly sentimental; Wen Ling sighed, and her eye sockets grew slightly red.

Zhou Yinhe strode out of the building, turned back to glance at the towering, solemn edifice, and felt boundless grievance in his heart.

He clenched his teeth tightly and forced out a few words from between them.

「Bad woman. 」

He sobbed a few times, waved his hand to hail a taxi, and with a cold face gazed at the scenery outside; upon arriving at the destination, he again entered the hotel with a cold face.

The secretary trailing behind him sighed inwardly upon seeing him enter the hotel.

Since Wen Ling took over the Wen enterprise, he has been by her side; he also has a slight understanding of this young lady who had been pampered since childhood, and furthermore, earlier Wen Lao had specially summoned him to his side to give him a proper lesson on how to care for Wen Ling.

Just now, Little Wen Director had him follow Zhou Yinhe, actually still hoping Zhou Yinhe would go to her residence, but unexpectedly he returned to the hotel.

He rubbed his forehead, turned back to report back, and completely failed to notice that after his car drove away, Zhou Yinhe walked out of the hotel again.

Zhou Yinhe watched the departing car and gave a contemptuous snort-laugh.

Ever since he got in the car, he knew there had been a vehicle tailing him; his bodyguard asked whether to intercept it, and secretly took a photo of the driver and sent it to him.

He looked and saw—wasn't that Wen Ling's secretary?

Soon he understood: Wen Ling was uneasy about him and probably also wanted to know where he was going.

Zhou Yinhe hailed another car, gave the location of Wen Ling's villa district, and as the car set off, he called those people from just before.

Those people were probably still nearby, arriving even earlier than he; after Zhou Yinhe got out of the car, he stood to the side with his hands on his hips, watching them carefully move things into Wen Ling's neighboring villa.

Fortunately, there wasn't much stuff, just somewhat valuable, and they finished moving it all before the midday heat.

Zhou Yinhe hired a few Filipino maids to clean, and he sat on the sofa looking at messages on his phone.

At this moment, Hua Guo was already past midnight; the night owls in the group hadn't slept yet, and were actually still drinking at the bar.

【What a pity, we opened a few bottles of good wine, but only we could enjoy them.】

Who's it a pity for? Not anyone else but Zhou Yinhe—it's a pity that Zhou Yinhe no longer likes drinking.

After the breakup, Zhou Yinhe basically never missed their gatherings; each time he got dead-drunk and went home, his physique was still fine, with no hangover symptoms the next day, and he could still go out that night.

He crossed his legs and replied: "【Mm-hm, what a pity—I can only hold my wife and stare longingly.】"

Suddenly a bunch of people popped up in the group, one after another sending eye-roll emojis; some who hadn't recently been in touch with Zhou Yinhe actually believed his words, and asked in the group: "【Reconciled? So fast—indeed Hua Guo speed.】"

Jiang Jibai lazily sent a Hehe emoji, then said: "【Look at him bragging—I reckon he can't even get through someone's front door now.】"

Zhou Yinhe gritted his teeth, directly launched a group call, and snapped: "Who curses people like this? What does "can't even get through someone's front door" mean? Quickly ptui ptui ptui, then apologize to me!"

Jiang Jibai couldn't stop laughing, saying: "Really? Still ptui ptui ptui, and you still believe this?"

"I believe it." Zhou Yinhe solemnly said: "Quick, ptui ptui ptui!"

"Fine, I ptui ptui ptui, all good?"