The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

After separating from Fu Shenyan, Zhou Yian walked back slowly, thinking for a long time along the way. If she was really a mistress, the only one who could justifiably accuse her was Miss Qin. However, when Zhou Yian thought of that cold and stubborn face, he felt that it was impossible for her to do such a thing.

When Zhou Yian returned to Nanwan, the dining table in the living room was already filled with delicious food, but there was no sign of Xu Zehao.

"Miss Zhou, you're back. Mr. Xu is upstairs." Nanny Aunt Zhao greeted Zhou Yian warmly, and tactfully ran over to help her with her bag, and took out the shoes from the shoe cabinet so that she could change.

"Okay, thank you Aunt Zhao." Zhou Yian thanked politely without putting on airs.

Zhou Yian took off his shoes and looked at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock. "Aunt Zhao, haven't you eaten yet?"

"No, Miss, you haven't come back yet, Mr. Xu wants to wait for you to eat together."

"Aunt Zhao, if I come back late in the future, you can eat first and don't worry about me."

"Oh, you are a lady and I am a servant. How can I eat before your master comes to the table to eat?"

"Special cases require special treatment. It's okay." Zhou Yian's voice was gentle, making people feel comfortable as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

At the beginning, Zhou Yian was not used to having one more person in the house, but he could not persuade Xu Zehao. He felt that her hand was injured and she needed someone to take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhao is an experienced aunt. If she had not been unwilling to go abroad with her master, her previous employer would have been reluctant to let her go.

Moreover, she knows her limits and is very considerate, and has a good sense of boundaries. She knows what to say and what not to ask.

When she first came to Nanwan, she was worried that she would meet a host who was difficult to get along with. Later, she found that the hostess was not only easy to talk to, but also very polite and respectful. Although the host didn't talk much and looked serious, he didn't put on airs and wouldn't make things difficult for others. More importantly, he was very generous.

Zhou Yian went up to the door of the study on the second floor and knocked gently.

"Come in." A cold and magnetic male voice came from inside.

Zhou Yian pushed the door open and walked in. Xu Zehao was looking down, scribbling on a notebook with a pen in one hand and typing on the keyboard with the other hand, looking serious and earnest.

Zhou Yian said softly, "It's time to eat."

When Xu Zehao heard Zhou Yian's voice, he paused, raised his head and looked at her, and asked in a calm tone: "You're back, why are you back so late today?"

"I have something to do today."

"Okay, let's go downstairs to eat." When Zhou Yian was unwilling to elaborate, Xu Zehao respected her and never asked questions.

At the dinner table, the two of them truly ate and slept without talking, and the occasional words they spoke were just recognition of Aunt Zhao's cooking skills.

When going to bed at night, Xu Zehao liked to hold Zhou Yian in his arms, like an octopus, and couldn't get rid of him. However, two people who had such close physical contact could not open their hearts to each other.

Their current life, to put it nicely, is ordinary and dull. To put it bluntly, they are like a middle-aged couple who have been married for many years but have a bad relationship, living under the same roof and doing well on their own.

Since Xu Zehao took over Xu Corporation, there have been fewer gossips about him, and he has returned to South Bay more often.

It seemed that there were no other women around him except Miss Qin and Gu Jiatong.

But at this time, Zhou Yian didn't care how many women were around him. She only knew that most of the contract period had passed. Now she just needed to work hard, save money, and make plans for the future.

A few days later, Zhou Yian was at work when the cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang. She looked and saw that it was Fu Shenyan calling.

"Yian, are you free? I found something I want to tell you."

"You said, I'm free now." Zhou Yian tilted his head, holding the phone between his head and shoulder, his fingertips jumping quickly on the keyboard, busy with the work at hand.

"It may be hard to explain, let's meet if you are free."

"Meet?"

"Yes, an in-person interview would be better. Tell me when you are free so I can prepare."

Zhou Yian glanced at the time and date on the computer. Today was already Thursday, and the weekend would be in one day.

"See you this weekend then."

"Okay, I'll pick you up then."

"Wait, let's do it tomorrow. I can't wait to know the truth." Zhou Yian suddenly changed her mind, not because she wanted to know the truth in a hurry, but because she was afraid that if Xu Zehao asked about it during the weekend, she would have a hard time explaining it.

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"No need to be so troublesome, just tell me the address and I'll take a taxi there myself." The risk of coming to pick her up was too great. If she was caught by Xu Zehao, she would be in trouble even if she had nine lives. She didn't dare to take the risk.

"Okay, I'll send you the address later."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yian received the address. She copied the address to the message board and deleted the dialog box with Fu Shenyan.

She knew Xu Zehao would not look through her phone, but she deleted it just in case.

The next morning, Zhou Yian went to the bus stop at the entrance of the community to wait for the bus as usual. In order to prevent Xu Zehao from noticing anything, she pretended that she had to go to work today.

Xu Zehao bought a car for Zhou Yian, but the car was parked in the garage and covered in dust. She never drove it once. She knew that they were not from the same class. She could not achieve the class leap with her own strength, and she could not rely on him forever. Now everything she had was nothing but a bubble illusion, beautiful but not long-lasting.

She knew very well that human desires would expand. There is a saying that goes "greeds are hard to satisfy." People don't feel much when they gradually move from a low place to a high place, but once they have experienced the high place and then fall back to the low place in an instant, this sense of gap can be fatal if it is serious.

Fu Shenyan asked her to meet him in a very secret private villa. After she got off the bus, she took a taxi to her destination.

She got out of the car at the door and waited for a while before Fu Shenyan came out to pick her up. "This place is a little hard to find. Why is it so secretive?"

Fu Shenyan smiled and said, "This is a serious matter, so we've kept it a secret. Guess who's behind this?"

"I don't know. If I could guess it I wouldn't be so confused."

"You'll find out later."

"By the way, how is your wound?"

"It's okay. It's already starting to scab over."

After they walked for a while, Fu Shenyan brought her to a large private dining room. There was no one else in the room except the two of them.

"Let me show you something." Fu Shenyan said as he clicked on the big screen in the room.

A young man wearing a striped hospital gown and sitting in a wheelchair appeared on the big screen. The man looked a little dazed and his expression was dull. A woman was squatting next to him talking to him and trying to make him happy, but his reaction was very slow. He just stared at the person in front of him without any other reaction. Occasionally, he grinned dully, and it seemed that he either had an abnormal IQ or was mentally ill.

"Do you know this person?"

Zhou Yian looked at the man on the big screen in confusion, and felt that he looked familiar. Suddenly she exclaimed, "Is this Duan Feng?"