The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

At this moment in a luxurious private room, a group of people were eating and drinking. The screen of the man's mobile phone placed on the table lit up, indicating that there was a new message. The man picked up the phone, opened it, took a look, and put it down again. His face was calm and no emotion could be seen.

The mobile phone screen was on, and a line of words was displayed in the dialog box that had not been closed: Boss, the fish didn’t take the bait, do you still need to put out bait?

The man did not reply to the message. Instead, he took a sip of wine from the glass, closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and sipped the wine with an intoxicated look on his face.

Zhou Yian held the pages of paper tightly in his hands, walking hurriedly and stumbling among the crowd.

The severe physical discomfort made her feel uncomfortable all over. She endured the pain and walked to a chair by the roadside and sat down, her lips slightly open, breathing rapidly and panting.

She frantically rummaged through her bag, found the medicine bottle, twisted it open, and poured two white pills into her palm. She raised her hand and put the pills into her mouth, tilting her head back and swallowing the pills dry without drinking any water. Her brows were furrowed in pain, and her beautiful face was sickly pale.

She leaned weakly on the back of the chair, sitting still with her eyes closed. People coming and going around her were busy with their own things and no one noticed anything unusual about her.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting there. When she opened her eyes, it was already dark. People on the road were still hurrying. In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, so it always gets dark quickly.

She blinked her eyes and shook her head left and right, trying to wake herself up. Then she reached into her bag for her cell phone. After searching for a long time without success, she remembered that her cell phone had been left in the club since yesterday.

In order to get her phone back, she had to go back to the club.

She came to the door of Gao Jing's office and hesitated for a while, but finally raised her hand and knocked on the door gently.

"Come in." The female voice was as crisp and clear as ever.

"Manager Gao, I'm here to get my phone back. They said they handed it over to you."

Gao Jing was surprised that she came back. When she heard that she wanted a phone, she opened the drawer, took out the phone and handed it to her. "Zhou Yian, are you really not going to think about what we talked about this afternoon?"

"I'm sorry, Manager Gao. I lost control of my emotions this afternoon. No matter what, you helped me before, and I shouldn't have vented my dissatisfaction on you."

"Yeah, I understand. What about the follow-up? Have you thought about it? You know I'm helping you. If you insist on the truth, things will only get more and more difficult. I hope you can understand that this is the best solution."

Zhou Yian stood there in silence and didn't continue talking.

"Really, if this matter can be solved with money, it's already a small matter." Gao Jing tried her best to persuade Zhou Yian to make a big deal out of a small matter.

Zhou Yian's eyes revealed deep helplessness and confusion. Her eyes were empty and deep, as if she was staring at an invisible future. She shook her head gently, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which was full of bitterness and helplessness.

"After leaving Xu's, I felt like a ship that had lost its direction, drifting in the vast ocean. I thought I could control my own life, but I found out that I was wrong. One wrong step led to another. It seemed that the trajectory of my life had been predetermined by others, and I was just following this trajectory."

Zhou Yian paused, as if she was organizing her thoughts. A glimmer of determination flashed in her eyes, but was quickly replaced by disappointment.

"I used to think that all this was my illusion, that I was too sensitive. But what happened recently made me realize that this was not my illusion. There is a pair of invisible hands controlling my life, and I don't know where he wants to take me. I just feel so tired, and I really don't want to go on like this."

His words were filled with fatigue and weakness, and his voice gradually became weak and trembling.

She raised her head and looked into the distance outside the window, as if looking for answers and relief.

"Then what are you going to do?" Gao Jing looked at the girl who was just in her early twenties and couldn't bear to force her to compromise.

Zhou Yian sighed and smiled casually: "I don't know. I just want to avoid the problem and avoid this reality. I'm really tired recently."

She was grinning, but she didn't look happy at all.

"Manager Gao, I'm going back. I'll find a way to resolve the money issue. I won't sign the IOU or the settlement agreement yet. Please give me some time and I'll take my time. Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you."

"Okay, I believe you."

Zhou Yian had just walked downstairs. He was in a hurry to go back and didn't notice someone at the corner. He bumped into him and the documents in his hand fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was in a hurry and didn't notice you," she apologized as she bent down to pick up the scattered papers on the ground.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Zhou? Long time no see." A familiar voice came into my ears.

It was Fu Shenyan. Zhou Yian's heart skipped a beat and he looked up quickly. That handsome and evil face came into his eyes without any warning.

"What are these things?" Fu Shenyan asked curiously as he looked at the A4 papers scattered on the ground.

She hurriedly swept the scattered papers into a pile with her hands, trying to grab them, but before she could put them away, a slender white hand flashed before her eyes and picked up one of the papers.

"IOU? Is this yours?"

Zhou Yian stood up and reached out to take the paper from his hand. "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I bumped into you."

"Enemies always meet again. What's wrong? Do you need help? Perhaps I can help you." Fu Shenyan smiled and looked in a good mood, as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness that had happened between the two of them before.

"Thank you. Don't bother me, Mr. Fu." Zhou Yian wanted to leave after saying this, but was stopped by Fu Shenyan.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? We haven't seen each other for so long, shouldn't we catch up?"