After Zhuang Yibo returned to the villa in the suburbs, he quickly returned to his room.

She had nothing else to do. She wanted to play the violin, but she felt powerless and could only sit on the chair by the window and look at the view outside the window calmly.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but the servant suddenly knocked on her door gently and said to her after opening the door: “Ms. Zhuang, there is a Miss Song outside who said it was your friend, who came to find you…”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo suddenly came to his senses and stood up suddenly. His first reaction was to walk to the mirror and stare at him nervously.

Although she went out with makeup today, her red and swollen eyes were still a little too obvious and could not hide them.

She stared at herself and looked again and again, but in the end she had no choice but to try to cover her face with her hair, and turned around and hurried downstairs.

Qianxing was standing at the door and leaning into it. When he saw her walking down from the building, he immediately walked in quickly, "Yibo!"

Zhuang Yibo met her and chuckled softly, "Why did you come? When did you come back?"

"Just got off the plane." Qianxing said, "I know today is your father's birthday. I thought you would go back to celebrate him. But when I got there, I realized that you had left, so I could only chase you!"

After saying that, Qianxing's gaze stopped on her face for a long time. Zhuang Yibo hurriedly avoided her gaze and said, "Come on, come in and sit down."

"Have you cried?" Qianxing finally said, "What's wrong? Is it because your family is again-"

"No, it's okay." Zhuang Yibo said, "You know that my mother's temperament, I quarreled with her... Today is my father's birthday. I don't want to ruin the atmosphere, so I left first..."

Qianxing listened, followed her to the sofa with his brows tightly, looked up at the villa again, and then said, "Where is Shen Wangjin?"

"He is not here." Zhuang Yibo said, "I've gone abroad."

Qianxing seemed to be relieved when he heard this, but he couldn't completely relax. He still looked at Zhuang Yibo with some concern and said, "Why do I think you seem to have lost weight again?"

"Where is it?" Zhuang Yibo smiled and said, "Maybe the dark clothes I wore today look slimming."

Qianxing heard this and just reached out to hold her hand, staring at her and not talking.

"Why go to my room to sit?" Zhuang Yibo said.

Qianxing obviously hesitated for a moment, "Your room?"

Zhuang Yibo responded, paused before adding: "The room he prepared for me, my own room."

After saying that, she pulled Qianxing upstairs.

When the moment he pushed open the door, Qianxing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhuang Yibo and said, "This was not what you designed by yourself before..."

Zhuang Yibo just smiled faintly and said, "Yes, I didn't expect to have it here either. Come in and take a look--"

Qianxing looked at it at one step and naturally saw that every piece of furniture and decoration in this room was Zhuang Yibo's style, and there were no traces left by Shen Wangjin here, but what she could also see was that Zhuang Yibo left few traces here.

Although this is her room, the house she lives in every day, her personal belongings are too few. The few clothes in the cloakroom only occupy two or three racks of storage, and cosmetics and skin care products neatly placed in the bag... Although it hasn't been long since she moved here, this situation seems reasonable, but Qianxing still vaguely senses her anxiety and cramping in this room.

It is true that this kind of uneasiness and cramping was something she had thought of in the morning, but in such an environment, facing Zhuang Yibo who tried his best to prove to her that she was doing well, Qianxing still felt indescribable sadness.

Qianxing couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hold Zhuang Yibo, and looked at her and said, "Is Shen Wangjin good to you? You promised me not to lie to me."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo seemed to be stunned for a long time before finally speaking slowly: "Qianxing, I said he is very nice to me, do you believe it?"

Qianxing stared at her without a reply for a moment.

Zhuang Yibo suddenly chuckled again, "I think in this world, except you, he is the best for me... He asked me to move here to take care of my daily life and diet. He prepared this room for me and let me live at my own pace, and never forced me to do anything..."

"Really?" Qianxing obviously didn't believe it.

Zhuang Yibo whispered: "It's incredible, isn't it? But this is true. I promised not to lie to you."

"and you……"

"Yes, the problem lies with me." Zhuang Yibo said, "It's because I can't overcome that hurdle, it's because I always rejected him, it's because I didn't handle it well enough-"

Qianxing heard this and immediately became angry and said, "You are not wrong! What are you wrong? If he really hadn't forced you, then you wouldn't be here! All this will not happen, and you will not be so unhappy... Yibo, from beginning to end, you did nothing wrong! The person who was wrong was him-"

"Everyone has something they want to fight for and get." Zhuang Yibo said, "He wants to get me, and I have something to ask for him. Thinking about it this way, things seem to be quite simple..."

"Did you ask him?" Qianxing said, "What did you ask him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she thought of the answer herself - why Zhuang Yibo married into the Shen family, probably why she wanted to ask Shen Wangjin.

After all, it is always because of the dealer, or because of her parents-

Qianxing actually has a lot to say, but she also knows that no matter how much she says, it will not be of use. Once it involves the dealer and parents, it will be a dead knot for Zhuang Yibo and has no solution.

"Yibo..." Qianxing shouted at her again, saying, "I don't want to see you live like this."

Zhuang Yibo was also quiet for a moment, and suddenly reached out to hold her, "Luckily you are here today, and fortunately you talked to me about these things... Otherwise, I didn't realize that he was really good to me... Don't worry, I will learn to accept and adapt. By then, everything should be fine. You really don't have to worry about me."

Because Shen Wangjin was not here, Qianxing stayed with Zhuang Yibo in the villa until evening before he was finally urging Zhuang Yibo to leave.

Zhuang Yibo stood at the door of the villa, watching Qianxing leave by car. Until she could no longer see the figure of the car, she took her hand back, smiled, stood at the door in a clear space, staring at the distance in a daze.

“…Miss Zhuang? Miss Zhuang?”

The servant called her a few times behind her, and she finally came to her senses. The servant hurriedly said, "What are you thinking so engrossed? Come into the house, it's so cold outside."
Chapter completed!