Zii stiffened at his words, still trying to withdraw her hand, but Ye Cheng tightened his grip instead. He turned to look at the woman beside him, his gaze warm: "She will agree."
"Ye Cheng, stop making trouble." Zii frowned and said.
"I’m serious."
As soon as Ye Cheng finished speaking, Lu Shanhu ca downstairs and approached them: "I also agree to let him stay."
"Godfather, why are you making a fuss too?" Zii complained.
Lu Shanhu remained indifferent and continued, looking at Ye Cheng: "In the past, you pursued him for so long, but he had a heart of stone. Now it’s his turn to pursue you."
"I don’t need anyone to pursue ," Zii stubbornly said.
"Little Zi, I was supposed to take you to Country M next week, but sothing suddenly ca up in Southeast Asia that I need to handle. I’ll leave accompanying you to Mr. Ye, which makes feel more at ease."
Zii couldn’t find a response, so she simply remained silent.
Her hand was still tightly held by Ye Cheng, his hand broad and warm, providing her a faint comfort.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her," Ye Cheng solemnly promised.
Lu Shanhu reached out and patted his shoulder, sighing: "Little Zi didn’t regret liking you all these years. This ti, I hope you two can make it to the end."
Lu Shanhu had never been fond of Ye Cheng, saying such words was indeed difficult for him.
Ye Cheng’s sudden appearance complicated Zii’s emotions.
On one hand, she indeed hoped he would be by her side, but on the other hand, her self-esteem wouldn’t allow her to be seen needing servants for even eating and dressing, like a useless person.
Lu Shanhu didn’t stay long before leaving.
Zii wanted to return to her bedroom to calm down. But as she took a step, she realized her hand was still held tightly by Ye Cheng. She frowned—was he planning not to let go?
"Let go." Zii said coldly.
Ye Cheng turned to look at her fair and beautiful face, unmoved.
"I’m going to the bathroom, do you want to follow?" Zii had no choice but to lie.
The man lightly parted his lips: "Alright, I’ll take you there."
"..."
Before she could respond, Ye Cheng led her toward the first-floor bathroom.
Ye Cheng opened the bathroom door with his other hand, guiding Zii inside. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped, "Get out."
She said coldly.
"There’re just a few steps to the toilet," Ye Cheng said calmly, his tone gentle.
"I said get out!"
Zii suddenly shouted loudly. She rarely lost her temper, but facing Ye Cheng under such circumstances, all her calm and rationality were thrown away.
Ye Cheng was slightly stunned, looking at her flushed face, lips tightly pressed, a fleeting pain in his eyes.
"I’m useless now, why are you here? Get out, I don’t want to see you!" In the past few months, Zii has accepted her blindness, but her heart remains fragile, often silently crying at night, overwheld with grief.
The blow of becoming blind was too heavy for her confident and proud self. This kind of pain isn’t sothing that can heal quickly.
Ye Cheng’s arrival awakened all the negative emotions she had tried to suppress.
Zii shouted at him uncontrollably, her shoulders trembling from emotional agitation.
The atmosphere suddenly beca unusually quiet.
In the next mont, Zii regretted her outburst, knowing it was her own issue, yet she lashed out at the man she loves most.
She felt disgusted with herself for being like this!
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