The current situation no longer allowed Jiang Shu to refute.
Zhou Liangqi directly grabbed her and walked to his office, letting her struggle no matter how hard he let go.
The office door was closed, and colleagues were whispering outside.
Jiang Shu was forced to sit in Zhou Liangqi's seat. He took out the ointment and applied it on her. Besides anger, there were other emotions in his eyes.
She felt a little awkward, "...it really wasn't Fu Shiyan who beat him."
Zhou Liangqi didn't know what he was thinking of, and snorted coldly: "Is there anything he can't do?"
Jiang Shu then stopped explaining.
She sat upright and said, "Zhou Liangqi, don't think that I will forgive you if you treat me like this."
This tone was too childish. Zhou Liangqi finally smiled again and approached her, "Then tell me what I need you to forgive me for."
Jiang Shu had a lot to say, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that he had nothing to forgive her.
She was slumped and became very negative, and her suppressed emotions over the past two days exploded.
"To you, I am just a piece of grass. I just want to live. You just want a piece of grass to do things for you. If you don't do it well, you will strangle me to death. Is this fair to me?" There were tears in Jiang Shu's eyes. She said
He raised his head, his chest felt tight, "I just want to live."
Zhou Liangqi couldn't see her like this, so he placed his big hand on her head and gently comforted her, "No one wants you to die."
"But you are driving me to death!" Jiang Shu finally couldn't bear it anymore, "You and Fu Shiyan are playing a game, and I'm caught in the middle and suffer. Zhou Liangqi, can you let me go?"
Seeing that the man's face became serious and he didn't reply, she understood and trembled all over.
"Let me go. Maybe I shouldn't have come today. I was reckless."
Just as she stood up, Zhou Liangqi pushed her down hard, "I can promise you that I will keep you and your family safe. If one day Fu Shiyan wants to strangle you, you can also come to me for help. Jiang Shu
, I won’t hurt you.”
He spoke seriously and sincerely, making Jiang Shu suspicious.
Zhou Liangqi let go of her, faced the floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette for himself, "Fu Shiyan's mother has mental problems, which may be hereditary."
Hearing this, Jiang Shu seemed to be struck by lightning and froze on the spot. She said in disbelief: "What?"
"When the illness was at its worst, Fu Shiyan was admitted to the hospital."
Zhou Liangqi spoke calmly, but Jiang Shu was frightened. She never expected that there was such a hidden secret behind it. No wonder he was so surprised when he saw the wound just now.
"How is it possible... Fu Shiyan has never hit me. I have been in contact with him for so long, and he has never been violent."
"Are you sure you haven't?"
Jiang Shu was stunned and thought about it carefully. He thought about the car accident that day and the time when he drove into the other person's car. Does that count...
Zhou Liangqi flicked off the cigarette ashes and said, "He has hereditary mental problems. He grew up in such an environment. How could he not be affected?"
"Jiang Shu, you still don't understand Fu Shiyan."
For a long time, the woman sat there without moving, not knowing how to accept this. Her mood was very complicated, she was afraid, but more importantly, she seemed to be... distressed.
Did Fu Shiyan grow up in that kind of environment? For a moment, she even understood why he was always angry and gloomy.
Before leaving, Zhou Liangqi said his last words: "What I just told you, keep counting. You can come to me at any time."