Cheap Lover 【Entertainment】

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Gu had no reason to refuse.

He sideways gestured to the secretary next to him: "Go and see Mr. Lin off."

Zhou Ziche walked behind Lin Shiwei, and when he passed by Jiang Gu, the other party suddenly leaned over slightly, and his chin approached his shoulder.

"Wait for me in Hengshi."

Wen Chen's voice was so soft that it was almost breathless, Zhou Ziche nodded slightly, and left quickly under Lin Shiwei's urging voice.

When they reached the underground garage, Zhou Ziche had just opened the door when he was pulled aside by his wrist.

Lin Shiwei's complexion was cloudy and uncertain, and he couldn't tell if he was angry.

"Why are you in a hurry to get in the car? I haven't settled the score with you for what you said wrongly in front of Jiang Gu just now, which made me feel ashamed."

Zhou Ziche supported the car door with one hand, closed his eyes and waited for the fist to come down.

There was a sound of mixed footsteps in the distance, and it seemed that someone, like them, planned to leave the funeral early.

Lin Shiwei cursed regretfully, after all, he couldn't do it in front of outsiders, but he still grabbed Zhou Ziche by the collar, and staggered him to the trunk of the car.

"There's no need to sit on the seat for disobedient things—you climb to the trunk by yourself, and when I let you out, you come out again. It's just a long memory, do you hear me?"

There are a lot of sundries scattered in the trunk, such as car repair tools and various sporting goods, which have not been used for a long time and are covered with a thick layer of dust.

Those sundries almost took up all the space in the trunk. If he wanted to get in, he could only squat or even kneel in a corner.

It's about two hours away from the villa in the suburbs...

Zhou Ziche had known for a long time that Lin Shiwei valued his face very much, and he would never let him go easily, but such a long time of torture still made him feel chills down his spine.

There was a muffled sound of a steel pipe hitting the car door with a "bang", Lin Shiwei held a golf racket in his hand and knocked on the trunk at some point, seeing him in a daze, hit him on the shoulder again.

"Don't want to go in? Then I ask someone to carry you in?"

Several bodyguards immediately surrounded him, as if they were going to strike at any moment.

An unspeakable humiliation rushed in his chest, and when it reached the corner of his eyes, it turned into a tingling sourness.

Zhou Ziche lowered his eyes, gritted his teeth to hold back the tears in his eyes, turned to face the trunk, pushed away the scattered debris with his hands, and made a barely vacant place for himself, and climbed up with his head down.

Before he could find a good place to squat down, Lin Shiwei had already closed the trunk with a sneer, and his eyes were suddenly plunged into a musty darkness.

Zhou Ziche adjusted to the dim light, and fumbled to clean up the surrounding things.

There are ropes, pliers and even various types of screws piled up at his feet. If he accidentally rubbed his fingertips against sharp objects, he had to patiently lower his head and clear the space little by little.

The car started, and the driver seemed to have been ordered by Lin Shiwei to torture him deliberately, and slammed on the accelerator, making him unsteady when the car made a sharp turn, and hit the folding chair beside him.

The temple hit the steel pipe of the chair heavily, and a dull pain came from it.

Zhou Ziche instinctively wanted to raise his hand, but the car was already rushing forward, and he couldn't even stand still, so he had to use his hands to climb the carpet, barely maintaining his balance.

Physiological tears could no longer be suppressed, spilling out of the eye sockets, dripping down the line of the cheeks, hitting the wet piece of cold water on the back of the hand.

He heard Lin Shiwei in the front seat let out a few pleasant low laughs.

"Drive steadily, don't you hear that the things behind you can't stand still?"

The car finally drove steadily on the road.

Zhou Ziche endured it for a while, then carefully let go of his hand, and lightly touched his temple, the place near his forehead hurt so much that he gasped for air, it seemed to be bruised and a little red and swollen.

But it should be fine with an ice pack... Maybe he won't be able to see it when he goes to Hengshi to film.

He slowly cleared out a small space enough for him to sit on his knees. Even the trunk of an off-road vehicle has a low roof. He needs to lower his head and curl up to barely sit comfortably.

The time seems to have become extraordinarily long.

Although the trunk is connected to the front seat, but in the midsummer afternoon, the weather is already hot, and the air conditioner can't get through it at all. As time goes by, the air in the trunk becomes more and more stuffy.

Zhou Ziche moved his body a little, and felt that his chest was tight and panicked, and the shirt on his back was already soaked in sweat and stuck to his back.

Indistinct conversations could be heard from the front seat.

"...Mr. Lin, the trunk is very stuffy. That little beauty looks so skinny, she can't bear it and faints, right?"

"That's right, Mr. Lin... What if something happens? Why don't you get him out?"

"If you are dizzy, you will be dizzy. Why don't you call the doctor to see it?" Lin Shiwei's voice was lazy and indifferent, "Don't let him learn a lesson, he won't have a long memory."

"Boss Lin is right, Boss Lin is right."

"Mr. Lin, please check Weibo... Mr. Jiang's funeral is really trending!"

"Hey... Doting on your wife? Didn't you send someone to me for money?"

Zhou Ziche breathed heavily, the surrounding air was as dull as a thick slurry, and his vision was already a little blurry, it was all grotesque.

"There are actually people in the comment section below who believe that Jiang Gu is affectionate..."

"Isn't the fan economy like this? Mr. Jiang's face looks better than those actors in the entertainment circle, so it's not surprising that he can attract a lot of fans."

"That's right, for example, the guy in the trunk at the back probably just liked Mr. Jiang's face—"

Several people let out a narrow laugh.

"It's good now. People are on the hot search, and a bunch of netizens praise him for their affection and feel sorry for Yingnian's loss of his wife. What about him? He didn't really pass out in the trunk, did he?"

"Boss Lin, there's another hot search... A reporter asked Jiang Gu if he would remarry."

Zhou Ziche's gloomy eyes brightened a little, he struggled to gather his spirits, and listened intently to the previous conversation.

Lin Shiwei sneered disdainfully.

"Since he bought this hot topic, he will naturally say that he will not remarry... For a person of his status, what does it matter whether he marries or not? Many men and women want to climb into his bed and ask for money and fame. "

"It's Mr. Lin who sees it clearly... Tsk, if he didn't know that Mr. Jiang sent his wife to you with his own hands, I would have been moved by him!"

"But, but...Mr. Jiang finally said that he believes that his wife will return to him."

After a dead silence.

Lin Shiwei suddenly ordered: "Stop the car and go and bring Zhou Ziche to my side."

The trunk was opened, and the sudden bright light made Zhou Ziche's eyes dark. As soon as he got out of the car with the help of the bodyguards, he staggered and fell forward.

"His complexion is so bad... don't you have heatstroke?"

"Don't worry about it, take people there first."

The scene in front of him turned little by little, Zhou Ziche gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake, but the more he was dragged forward, the more chaotic his mind became.

Only one sentence remained in my mind.

Jiang Gu said that he believed that his wife would return to him.

Jiang Gu said this in front of the media, but in the eyes of outsiders, it may be nothing more than the sad nonsense of the president of the Jiang Group who lost his wife.

But he knew that Jiang Gu had told him this on purpose.

He was waiting for him... He had to persevere until the day when Jiang Gu came to pick him up.