The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

"An An, you... have lost... weight." Mother Zhou looked at Zhou Yian with eyes full of pity. It had been more than half a month since they last saw each other, and Zhou Yian looked much thinner.

"Mom, I'm not thin. Feel it, I'm all flesh." Zhou Yian grabbed his mother's hand and placed it on his fleshy belly to prove that he had not lost weight.

Mother Zhou was successfully amused by her behavior.

"Mom, let's go out for a walk now. It's so comfortable to bask in the sun in the winter," Zhou Yian said as he pulled the wheelchair over and worked with the nursing staff to transfer Mother Zhou from the bed to the wheelchair.

Mother Zhou has lived in the nursing home for almost two years and has been very well taken care of. Although she cannot take care of herself, she always looks clean and tidy and does not look sloppy at all.

Zhou Yian pushed his mother Zhou to the leisure area downstairs for a walk, and the two chatted casually.

"An An, have you...ever...been...in...love?" After so many years of hemiplegia, Mother Zhou still speaks unclearly and incoherently. Sometimes when she is anxious, it is difficult for her to express a complete sentence.

"Mom, I'm fine on my own."

"My daughter...is...grown...up, she must..."

"I know. I'm not in a hurry. I just want to make money now and take you home when the time comes." Zhou Yian interrupted her mother. She squatted down and looked at her tenderly, and said emotionally, "Mom, I want to take you home, back to our home."

Zhou Yian looked forward to moving back to their little home after the contract ended. Although life was poor, it was filled with love, warmth and freedom. She liked that kind of life.

"Okay... okay." Hearing her say this, Mother Zhou stopped trying to persuade her to get married. Like her, she was looking forward to that day. Although life in the nursing home was comfortable, no place like home could compare to her own.

Zhou Yian pushed Zhou's mother for a long circle until her skin felt slightly hot, then he pushed her under the shade of a tree to do some simple rehabilitation training.

Now is winter, and the long-lost sun is hanging high in the sky. The scorching sun dispels the winter chill, and the weather has warmed up a lot.

In Xu's top floor office, Gu Jiatong handed the investigation information to Xu Zehao.

"Zehao, take a look. These are the follow-up of the repairman that I investigated, as well as some things about Zhou Yian."

Xu Zehao put down the pen in his hand, stared at the document closely, but was hesitant to take it.

Seeing him hesitate, Gu Jiatong put the document on the table, pushed it in front of him, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, don't you want to take a look?"

Xu Zehao leaned back in his chair, changed to a lazy and casual sitting posture, continued to look at the document thoughtfully, and finally reached out to pick it up.

He flipped it open and took a few glances at it. He opened his thin lips, sneered and snorted, then threw the document on the table. He closed his eyes and turned back and forth in his swivel chair, looking calm and unconcerned.

But Gu Jiatong knew that Xu Zehao was not so calm inside.

"How are you going to deal with these things?"

Since helping him investigate those old events, Gu Jiatong finally figured out what kind of person Zhou Yian was to Xu Zehao.

She once thought that Zhou Yian and Xu Zehao were just old acquaintances at most, but as the investigation progressed, the more truth she learned, the more she felt that Xu Zehao's feelings for Zhou Yian were not simple. She didn't know how complicated they were, but it was definitely impossible for them to be just contracted lovers.

He closed his eyes and smiled awkwardly, neither warm nor angry, and said in a cold voice: "The person is dead, you can't just smash his grave and dig up the bones to vent your anger. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. There is no point in doing anything now."

"Is there anyone still alive in his family? It's not too much for a son to pay off his father's debt." Gu Jiatong's implication was very clear.

"Jiatong, you go out first. Thank you for helping me find out the truth of what happened back then. Let's go out for dinner together after get off work tonight. Don't worry, I will take care of the rest." Xu Zehao rubbed his temple with his thumb a little irritably, looking a little tired.

"you……"

"it is good."

Gu Jiatong hesitated to speak, knowing that he was avoiding her question. In the end, she said nothing, nodded gently, stopped at the door, and turned back to him.

"Zehao, you look like you're in a bad mood. If you need my help, I'm happy to help."

"Got it. I'll just take a rest for a while." Xu Zehao turned his back to her, his resolute chin slightly raised, his eyes still closed, and his angular face looked even sharper under the sunlight.

After hearing the door click shut, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, his face was grim, his breathing was heavy, his chest was heaving violently, his eyes were cold and sharp, and filled with intense anger.

He turned his chair, pursed his lips and stared at the documents on the table. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and swept the documents to the ground. He clenched his fist with veins bulging, and slammed it heavily on the desk with a loud "bang".

His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself. After sitting quietly with his eyes closed for a few minutes, his expression returned to normal. He stood up, bent over to pick up the document on the ground, opened it and read it carefully several times, his face full of grief and indignation. Then he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. Finally, his expression returned to normal, and he calmly stuffed the document into the shredder and shredded it.

After coming out of the sanatorium, Zhou Yian unknowingly found herself downstairs at Xu's Building. She looked up at the magnificent building that soared into the sky and fell into deep thought.

From the day she stepped into the Xu Group, her fate began to be rewritten, and this seemed to be the turning point of her destiny.

Looking at the building, she thought of that cold and handsome face. He must be inside now.

After staying for a while, Zhou Yian left here. When he was sitting on the bus, the cell phone in his bag rang. It was Fu Shenyan calling.

"Hey."

"Yian, I have already handled the negotiation. Do you want to think about how to thank me?" Fu Shenyan's tone was cheerful in the microphone, with unconcealable happiness. Zhou Yian could feel it even through the screen.

"Then how do you want me to thank you?" Zhou Yian's voice was cool and soft, refreshing like a summer breeze.

"Are you free today? Is it too much to treat me to a nice meal?"

"today?"

Zhou Yian's expression froze, and he suddenly remembered what Xu Ze said, and he felt troubled.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?" Seeing that Zhou Yian didn't answer for a long time, Fu Shenyan thought that Zhou Yian was unwilling to meet.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Yian agreed to meet, "No, what do you want to eat?"

"Well, I have to think about it carefully. Where are you? I'll pick you up. I know a private restaurant with delicious food."

When Fu Shenyan heard that Zhou Yian was willing, he was obviously in a much happier mood.

"I... let me see." Zhou Yian looked up at the prompt screen on the bus and told him the location of the next stop.

"Okay, then you wait for me there, I'll pick you up right away. It will take about twenty minutes. If you feel bored, you can find a beverage shop, order some drinks and wait." Fu Shenyan was worried that Zhou Yian would have to wait too long, so he gave her some thoughtful advice.

"Yeah, I got it. I'll wait for you at the platform."