"You child, are so ill-mannered," He Mingzhu said with displeasure. "Cheng Zhiwei, since you’re an employee, you really need to be educated properly."
Cheng Zhiwei, with her arms crossed, responded, "I think it’s quite good. Our new employees have a great sense of group honor, and I’m very pleased."
Wen Yi looked smugly at Cheng Zhiwei, very satisfied with her taking sides.
Cheng Zhiwei was equally pleased with her quick-wittedness.
"Cheng Zhiwei, the studio is about to beco a part of the He family, and by then, it’s uncertain if there will still be a place for you here," Yu Shuhua ntioned and felt happy thinking about it.
"Mom, why are you guys here?" He Ye arrived, looking displeased.
Yu Shuhua straightened her back, tugging at He Ye, "You tell Cheng Zhiwei, does your studio belong to your sister’s managent?"
"That’s not true," He Ye’s face turned ashen.
He Mingzhu had only ntioned it once, and he didn’t agree.
How did Yu Shuhua co to believe he had consented?
Wen Yi stuck out her tongue and said intentionally, "Oh, so it’s not true then."
He Mingzhu smiled leisurely, "Xiao Ye, with my investnt, your studio will surely beco even better."
"I don’t need it," said He Ye, walking directly to Cheng Zhiwei’s side, then glanced at Wen Yi. "I’ll take you out to eat."
"I don’t want to. I just think the desserts here are tasty," Wen Yi snorted, unwilling to leave first as if admitting defeat.
"Let’s have dinner together tonight, as a welco for you," Cheng Zhiwei patted Wen Yi’s shoulder. For the few words she had spoken, Wen Yi deserved to be welcod.
"Okay," Wen Yi agreed cheerfully.
"Then I’ll head back," Cheng Zhiwei said her goodbyes and left.
Wen Yi thought she was going back to work, but when she went to find her after the lunch break, Cheng Zhiwei was not there.
She went to look for He Ye.
He Ye explained, "She said she was going back, naturally aning she was off to ho."
Wen Yi was shocked, "She left so early?"
Then she mumbled, "Being your employee must be really nice."
He Ye glanced at her, "What are you thinking? When it’s busy, overti is normal. She only gets to go ho early when it’s not. She also has children to look after."
"She really has children?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Three."
Wen Yi was frozen in place, finding it hard to accept, "She has three children, and you’re still dating her?"
He Ye spoke indifferently, "Having three children ans she t the wrong person, it’s not her fault."
Wen Yi knew she had misspoken and held her tongue.
...
Cheng Zhiwei arrived ho to find Guo Cuihua had co with the two children, playing in the living room.
She stood there, her heart filled with mixed emotions, and after a long silence, she finally called out, "Mom."
Guo Cuihua looked at her disapprovingly, "You still know I’m your mother? Moving out without a word, and not even telling about it after you did."
It was a complaint but also a worry.
"I’m sorry," Cheng Zhiwei was filled with guilt.
Since she was a child, Cheng Shang had been very strict with her, while Guo Cuihua provided her with tender maternal love.
The mother who had raised her into adulthood, such a good mother, had suddenly beco soone else’s mother, and that soone had died because of her.
Perhaps saying "because of her" was not accurate, but Seo Zhenzhen’s death was indeed related to her.
That guilt and confusion constantly haunted Cheng Zhiwei.
Of course, she regarded Guo Cuihua as her mother, but she dared not think about whether Guo Cuihua would continue to see her as a daughter after knowing the truth, or would instead see her as an enemy.
Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t bear to think about it.
"What are you sorry for? It’s not your fault," Guo Cuihua sighed. She had beco haggard in the past few days.
"Your dad is just stubborn, and you know his temperant well after all these years. I know you’ve been wronged. You can move out to live on your own, but you can’t ignore your mom."
Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes reddened, "I’m sorry."
She could only apologize.
"It’s nothing, it really isn’t. I just ca to see the kids," Guo Cuihua changed the subject, sensing that Cheng Zhiwei definitely had issues she was not willing to talk about.
Guo Cuihua didn’t press her further and continued to play with the children.
The more Cheng Zhiwei watched, the more distressed she beca.
She clenched her fists, restraining her emotions as she returned to her room.
As soon as the door closed, those suppressed tears fell freely.
Her heart ached terribly.
After who knows how long, Wang i knocked on the door to ask if she was feeling unwell.
Only then did Cheng Zhiwei snap out of it, staggered to wash her face, and forced herself to go out with a smile.
After dinner, Cheng Zhiwei took Guo Cuihua ho.
Downstairs, Guo Cuihua raised her hand to touch Cheng Zhiwei’s cheek, speaking tenderly, "No matter what happens, Zhiwei, rember, if you feel uncomfortable living out there, you can always co back to mom."
Cheng Zhiwei gripped the steering wheel tightly, fighting back the tears that surged forth again, and sobbed, "Okay."
Guo Cuihua got out of the car.
As Cheng Zhiwei watched her about to enter, she suddenly felt an impulse and got out of the car to follow her.
"Mom."
Guo Cuihua turned to look.
Cheng Zhiwei hugged her tightly, her voice trembling, "Mom, have a good rest tonight."
That pent-up emotional tornt gave Cheng Zhiwei an excruciating sense of pain.
She thought that this embrace might be her last with Guo Cuihua.
Forcing herself to let go, she turned and drove off without looking back.
The car sped away, and in the rearview mirror, the figure of Guo Cuihua grew more and more distant.
Eventually, Cheng Zhiwei parked the car on the roadside, leaning on the steering wheel and weeping heartrendingly.
It wasn’t until soone knocked on the window from the outside that she ca back to her senses.
Zhou Lin stood outside, looking at her with a complex expression.
Cheng Zhiwei wiped her tears and rolled down the window, "What’s up?"
Zhou Lin handed her what he held in his hand.
It was a parking ticket; Cheng Zhiwei had parked there for too long.
Zhou Lin had seen the police issuing a ticket when he saw Cheng Zhiwei’s car and realized there was soone inside afterward.
"Let drive," Zhou Lin offered, "You’re not in a good state right now, not fit to drive."
He was worried she might have an accident.
"No need."
Before she finished speaking, Zhou Lin had already opened the door from the inside, pulling Cheng Zhiwei into the passenger seat.
"You look like this and you think you can drive?" Zhou Lin asked sowhat harshly.
Cheng Zhiwei had stopped crying; no matter what, crying in front of Zhou Lin was embarrassing.
But if Zhou Lin wanted to be a free chauffeur, she would let him be.
Cheng Zhiwei gave him the restaurant’s address, rembering that she had promised to welco Wen Yi that evening.
"Having dinner with He Ye?" Zhou Lin asked carelessly while driving.
Anyone could sense the purposefulness behind his words.
"A new employee joined the studio, welcoming them," Cheng Zhiwei gave a brief explanation.
"Do you want to take you to get makeup done?" Zhou Lin suggested, feeling pained seeing her swollen eyes.
He had so inklings about Cheng Shang’s affairs but couldn’t figure out why the progress was slow.
The little he had uncovered was enough to shock him.
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