The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

The pot base was served quickly. After being heated, steam rose up and the red and white soup bases rolled and boiled in the pot, creating a sharp contrast.

Zhou Yian picked up a few pieces of tripe and put them into the boiling red oil pot. After a while, he scooped them up with a spoon and put a piece into Fu Shenyan's bowl. "Try it and see if it's spicy. If it's spicy, don't force it. Eat something that's not spicy."

Fu Shenyan picked up the piece of tripe dipped in the sauce, put it in his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. He ate it generously and exhaled a few times after finishing it. "Well, it's a little spicy, but satisfying and delicious. I can still accept this level of spiciness."

After saying that, he took some dishes and put them into the red soup pot skillfully. He looked very happy.

Seeing that Fu Shenyan was enjoying his meal, Zhou Yian felt much less psychologically burdened and he also picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

After the meal, the two chatted like old friends, and their relationship seemed much closer.

"You performed well today and didn't compete with me for the bill." Zhou Yian smiled sincerely at Fu Shenyan.

"I can't help it. If I snatch it and make you angry, you won't take me out to hunt for food in the future, and I won't be able to eat such delicious food." Fu Shenyan sat lazily leaning on the chair with a satisfied look on his face. Tonight's hot pot was very much to his liking.

"Compared to the delicious food you usually eat, today's hot pot seems a bit rough."

Fu Shenyan waved his hand and said carelessly: "No, no, no, only love and food cannot be wasted. You are here, I have both. What are the delicacies from mountains and seas? What you treat me is the most delicious."

Fu Shenyan's personality is very changeable. Sometimes he is sharp, vicious, cruel, and heartless. Sometimes he hides his true colors and seems gentle and affectionate.

This type of people are usually meticulous and complicated. Zhou Yian has always kept her distance from this type of people. She never thought that today would come when the two of them could have a meal and chat in such a peaceful manner.

"We're done eating, let's go back." Zhou Yian looked at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock.

"I send you."

Fu Shenyan immediately stood up and picked up the mobile phone and car keys on the table.

"Uh, no, thank you." Zhou Yian did not stand up. He still sat in his seat and looked at Fu Shenyan, rejecting him openly.

Fu Shenyan was stunned for a moment, frowned, turned to look at her, "What's wrong? Is it inconvenient?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yian nodded as usual.

Fu Shenyan put down the keys and phone in his hand, sat back in his seat, and looked at her seriously, "Zhou Yian, is he... good to you?"

Zhou Yian was a little surprised. He didn't expect Fu Shenyan to mention these things on his own initiative.

"Very good. He hired someone to take good care of my mother and arranged the best nursing home for her. He gave me money to buy me gifts and was always generous to me. He..."

"Do you love him? Or does he love you?" Fu Shenyan interrupted her and looked at her straight in the eyes.

Zhou Yian knew very well what Xu Zehao had done to her. If it weren't for him, she would not have the chance to sit down and have dinner with Fu Shenyan now. She used to be poor, downtrodden, and desperate with no way out.

But was there love between them? She wasn't sure, maybe there was a moment when they did, but that love was like the fireworks he had set off for her that year, colorful and beautiful, so real yet so short-lived.

Zhou Yian hung his head in silence, looking a little sad, and did not answer. The answer was self-evident.

Fu Shenyan's heart suddenly softened, and he felt a kind of pity. He tried his best to suppress that emotion and not let himself reveal any flaws.

"If he treats you badly and hurts you, please tell me, okay?" Fu Shenyan said this sincerely, with a rare sincerity in his eyes.

Zhou Yian took a deep breath and nodded slightly, "Okay."

At this moment, the two people clearly didn't say anything, but it seemed as if they had reached some kind of contract and trusted each other unconditionally.

Fu Shenyan bit his lip and nodded, pretending to be cool and said: "Well, then you go back by yourself, be careful on the road, I'm leaving first."

"it is good."

After saying that, Fu Shenyan stood up again, took the car keys and cell phone and left.

Zhou Yian sat for a while and then took the bus away. When he returned to Nanwan, Xu Zehao had not returned either.

"Miss, you went out to eat hotpot, right? You smell like spicy hotpot." Aunt Zhao handed her shoes and took her bag.

"Is there?" Zhou Yian raised his arm and smelled it, and there was indeed a faint smell of spicy hot pot.

"Indeed, I'll go take a shower first." Zhou Yian was like a guilty thief, eager to cover up the smell of hot pot on his body.

After washing up, Zhou Yian sat on the bed with a small quilt wrapped around him and took out his mobile phone to check how much savings he had accumulated over the years.

Since she started working, she has saved part of her monthly salary into the card given by Xu Zehao as living expenses, and kept the rest in her own card for future plans.

Watching the deposit in her card gradually increase from single digits to six figures in the past two years, she felt relieved. This money was the confidence for her to start over.

Once the three-year agreement is up, she can take her mother home. She can then hire a nanny to take care of her mother while she continues to work, and everything will be fine.

She was in a good mood today, except that she felt a little uncomfortable when facing Xu Zehao, but everything was moving in a good direction and getting better. This was something that made her happy and worth looking forward to.

She was so immersed in her own fantasy that she didn't even notice that Xu Zehao was standing at the door watching her for a long time.

He leaned against the door with his arms folded across his chest, just looking at Zhou Yian quietly. She seemed very happy, with a big smile on her face. Was there someone or something on the phone that made her so happy?

After watching for a while, he walked over with light steps and reached out to take the phone from Zhou Yian's hand, "What are you looking at? You look so happy."

The sudden noise startled Zhou Yian, and he subconsciously put down the hand holding the phone, held the phone tightly in his hand and put it behind him.

Xu Zehao's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. His expressionless face looked a little cold. "Give it to me."

Zhou Yian looked at him with a somewhat timid look in his eyes, afraid that he would see through his little thoughts.

After hesitating for a moment, she handed the phone to him. The screen was still on and she hadn't had time to close the interface she had just been looking at.

Xu Zehao took the phone, glanced at it and felt a little surprised. She was not chatting with anyone nor watching any entertainment videos.

The phone interface was stuck on a bank app, and the deposit shown on it was pitifully small. This amount of money was not even worth his attention. So she was just looking at this small amount of deposit and was so happy alone? Xu Zehao even found it a little unbelievable. After all, the card he gave her could easily get more than this amount with just a few small changes.