The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Xu Zehao threw back the quilt and lay down, staring fixedly at Zhou Yian's back. He stretched out his hand to touch her, but when it was about to touch her shoulder, he pulled it back.

After hesitating for a moment, he moved his position and stood close to Zhou Yian. He put his arms around her waist, and his chest was pressed tightly against her back.

There was no dodging and struggling as expected. Xu Zehao was secretly happy. It seemed that Zhou Yian was just throwing a tantrum and finally compromised. He tightened the hug, rubbed his forehead against her neck, and fell asleep contentedly.

Zhou Yian was sleeping very soundly. She could vaguely feel a force restraining her. She wanted to open her eyes, but her body was too weak to move due to the effect of the drug. She could only let others hold her in their arms.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning poured in from the windowsill and hit Zhou Yian's face. Her eyelids trembled slightly a few times and then slowly opened.

Her eyes went from blurred to gradually focused, and her consciousness began to become clear. She turned her head and Xu Zehao's handsome face unexpectedly caught her eyes. She frowned slightly and took his hand off her waist with disgust.

Aunt Zhao was keenly aware that the atmosphere was a bit subtle when she came back from vacation. She didn't know what had happened during her one-day vacation, but the gentleman and the lady suddenly had nothing to say to each other.

Xu Zehao came back very early today. When he got off the car and stood in the courtyard, he happened to see Zhou Yian standing quietly in front of the open-air balcony on the second floor. The breeze blew her flowing long hair, quietly and softly, as beautiful as a painting.

When he looked at her, she also saw him. Their eyes met. Zhou Yian's expression was indifferent, without any ripples. She had been much quieter recently.

Xu Zehao tugged at his tie irritably, threw the keys on the table, and sat on the sofa with his limbs spread out. He leaned his head against the back of the chair and looked at the ceiling with a bit of helplessness in his eyes. "Aunt Zhao, did the young lady say anything to you?"

Aunt Zhao, who was cleaning up nearby, was stunned. She didn't expect Xu Zehao to ask her about Zhou Yian. She was even more certain that there must have been a conflict between the two of them.

"No, the young lady seems to be worried recently. She is silent and unhappy every day."

Living under the same roof, the two looked at each other without saying a word. During the meal, Aunt Zhao tried to ease the atmosphere, but Zhou Yian did not cooperate. He ate seriously when he ate and slept seriously when he slept, truly living up to the motto of not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping.

After dinner, Zhou Yian sat quietly in the living room watching TV, which was playing a heartwarming family drama. "What are you watching?" Xu Zehao asked as he sat down next to Zhou Yian and stretched out his hand to put his arm around her shoulders. However, before his hand could reach down, Zhou Yian had already stood up and avoided him.

Before he could take his hand back, it was just frozen in mid-air, which was a bit funny. Zhou Yian ignored his advances, turned around silently, and went to the bedroom on the second floor.

Xu Zehao was not angry. He didn't know why he, who was always calm and composed, would often lose control of his emotions when facing her. Sometimes he clearly wanted to get closer to her, but he did things to hurt her. Perhaps people can be at ease when dealing with things they don't care about.

He shook his head helplessly, and after hesitating for a moment, he followed her footsteps and went to the bedroom on the second floor.

"An An, let's talk."

Zhou Yian lay on his side and did not respond to him. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly as if he had fallen asleep.

He walked over gently, sat at the head of the bed, and stroked her back with his hand, his movements gentle.

"An An, I know you're still awake. Let's talk. Don't use silence to confront me. I don't like this."

Zhou Yian suddenly opened his eyes and laughed, with a look of contempt on his face.

"Xu Zehao, wasn't this situation caused by you?" Zhou Yian had been holding back his anger, and the look in his eyes when he looked at him was filled with naked provocation.

"Can we not be like this?" Facing her provocation, Xu Zehao turned a blind eye and spoke in a rare gentle tone.

"Don't be like this? You force me to stay, and you want me to face you with a smile? Xu Zehao, don't you think this is too overbearing? It's too embarrassing."

"Then you don't have to hide from me. You are more indifferent to me than a stranger. As long as you stay, I will give you whatever you want." Xu Zehao continued to show weakness and please.

"I don't want anything but freedom."

"Freedom? Aren't you free enough now? You can go wherever you want and spend as much money as you want. I have never restricted your personal freedom..."

"enough……"

Zhou Yian suddenly interrupted him and said quietly, "Xu Zehao, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand? As long as you are here, I will never be truly free."

Xu Zehao was speechless, overwhelmed with grief and didn't know how to answer her. He was reluctant to let her go, but he couldn't face her indifference if he kept her. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with her.

"Xu Zehao, I am of no use to you. Can you let me go? Can you let me go? Let's part ways in peace. I will be very grateful to you." Seeing Xu Zehao's silence, Zhou Yian mistakenly thought that he had wavered and saw a glimmer of hope as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

She sat up suddenly, held his arm tightly, and looked at him expectantly with bright eyes.

He just looked at her quietly, and suddenly chuckled at himself. She ignored his lowering of the head and his attempts to be nice, and all she wanted was to leave.

The next second he gently pulled away his arm that she was holding tightly, stood up and looked at her coldly, took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, as if he had made some important decision.

His voice was hoarse and weak, "An An, if you want to be cold, then be cold."

At this moment, a rare look of sadness appeared in his eyes.

Zhou Yian was a little surprised. She looked at Xu Zehao in disbelief. She thought that her indifference would be rewarded with his compliance, or at least his wrath. She never thought that he would indulge in his indifference. After all, he was such a proud person.

Xu Zehao walked around to the side of the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down on his side. He closed his eyes and stopped talking and ignored Zhou Yian.

After Zhou Yian looked at him blankly, he gave a silent bitter smile and then lay down next to the edge of the bed. In the end, the two of them were sitting back to back, only a fist away from each other, sleeping in the same bed but each with their own thoughts.

It was late at night. Xu Zehao closed and opened his eyes again and again. There was always an unknown evil fire blocking his heart, making him toss and turn and unable to sleep.

In the following days, Zhou Yian did not mention leaving again, nor did he speak to Xu Zehao. The two of them remained silent tacitly. Aunt Zhao didn't know what to say when she saw this, and the atmosphere in Nanwan became subtle and awkward.

Later, Xu Zehao came back very late. Every time he came back, it was late at night and Zhou Yian had already fallen asleep. When he woke up, Zhou Yian had already gotten up early to go to work. The two had almost no intersection and avoided conflicts.