Depressed wife runs with the ball

The door of the box was pushed open, and a young man about the same age as Chu Yue came in.

He was short, with a high hairline and a bag tucked under his arm. As he pushed the door open, his voice came: "Oh, Uncle Chu, I'm late. I really can't get away from the company. It's too busy."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and walked over to Chu Jie'an's seat to shake his hand. Seeing Chu Yue sitting across from them, he was surprised.

His stomach was already a little greasy, and after the polite gestures of throwing the bag and shaking hands, he looked even greasy.

"Oh, this is my sister Chu Yue, right? She is indeed extremely beautiful... uh... well... anyway, she is so beautiful!" He shook off Chu Jie'an's hand and was about to come forward to hold Chu Yue's hand.

Chu Yue looked up at him but ignored him. He simply reached out and touched her, smiling obscenely.

"What are you doing!" Chu Yue was unhappy, and a sense of vigilance suddenly emerged in his mind. He stood up suddenly, sat aside, and took out the napkin on the table to wipe his hands.

"Hey, don't be nervous. This day will come sooner or later, right?" Seeing Chu Yue getting angry, he retracted his hand and sat down next to her with a smile.

Huang Yunfu introduced, "Yueyue, this is Yanzhou. You two are about the same age, so you could try to get acquainted. Your father and I have both looked at you. Yanzhou's family is well-off, and he's very motivated. At such a young age, he's already managing three or four companies. I think you two are a good match."

"Yes, yes, yes. Although I am not good-looking, I am still ambitious. Don't be afraid, Sister Chu Yue. You will naturally understand me after getting to know me for a long time." Xie Yanzhou moved closer to Chu Yue and simply dragged a stool to sit next to her.

Chu Yue frowned and looked at his stern father. He seemed a little guilty and tried to persuade him kindly, "Although Yanzhou may not be good-looking, his family background and character are impeccable. Don't be too repulsive. We are doing this for your own good."

"For my own good? Letting me drop out of high school is for my own good, giving up on treating grandpa is for his good, and not providing for grandma in her old age is for her good. You only care about yourself! Don't touch me!" Xie Yanzhou kept leaning against Chu Yue. She had nowhere to retreat and picked up the chopsticks on the table to threaten him.

"Yueyue, don't say such harsh words. We have our own difficulties, and you should also consider us. A lot of people at home and in the factory are waiting for food." Huang Yunfu began to pack his bags and urged Chu Jie'an to leave.

Chu Jie'an looked at his daughter with an ugly expression, but because of his guilty conscience, he finally said, "You have to agree today whether you like it or not!" and got up and left.

Chu Yue felt herself trembling with anger, her whole body weak. She wanted to chase after him, but Xie Yanzhou saw that he had left, so he stopped pretending and hugged her, saying in a vulgar tone, "Just give in. You'll have a brother who loves you from now on!"

Relying on her rationality, Chu Yue stabbed his hand hard with the chopsticks in her hand. He felt pain for a moment and let her go. He covered the place where he was stabbed and cursed: "You stinky bitch, don't be shameless. I'm going to force myself on you today!" After cursing, he even spat on the ground.

Chu Yue looked at the bowl of chicken soup on the table, then looked at his mobile phone on the table, squatted on the ground, and muttered softly: "Don't come over here, I'll stab you to death!" He touched the tip of the chopsticks, turned around, and glared at him fiercely.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can be stubborn. Come on, come on, come here if you have the guts." He stretched his neck and approached Chu Yue.

Chu Yue's vision was a little blurry, and the hand holding the chopsticks was clenching tighter and tighter, and the palm gradually turned purple. While she still had strength, she held on to the wall behind her and stood up shakily, stabbing him in the chest. The chopsticks pierced into his flesh. He couldn't believe it, covered his chest, lay on the ground and struggled, shouting with his teeth bared.

Chu Yue stumbled over to the phone on the table, dropped the blood-stained chopsticks, ran towards the door of the box, unlocked the phone, and called Ji Yan.

The door of the box was large and heavy. She held the door handle but couldn't open it. She was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her face. When the phone was connected, she only said one sentence: "Lao Ji, save me." After that, the hand holding the phone dropped down.

She kept reminding herself to run away. Xie Yanzhou was still yelling and cursing behind her, crawling towards her. She didn't know if it was out of fear or because she couldn't believe her parents would do such a thing, but she couldn't stop crying.

The man who answered the phone had an indistinct expression in his deep eyes. Su Weikai, who was in the private room, noticed something was wrong with him and walked over to him with a teacup in hand. He whispered, "Ever since Jiahui came in, you've been distracted. What's wrong? Are you really that sad that she got a boyfriend?"

"I'll be back soon." Zhou Xingzhi did not face his question directly. He pushed open the door of the box and walked deeper into the corridor.

Pushing open the door to the private room called Red Dust House, he saw Chu Yue, struggling to death, and a man on the ground, clutching his chest, his hands stained with blood. Before he could figure out what was happening, Chu Yue collapsed into his arms, beads of sweat on her nose, a few strands of hair soaked with sweat, sticking to her neck. He held the person in his arms and looked at the man on the ground. A flash of crimson flashed across his dark eyes, then quickly disappeared. He took out his phone and called Su Weikai, asking him to come and take the man to the hospital.

In the hospital's inpatient department, Zhou Xingzhi stayed by Chu Yue's bed, just as she had been lying in the hospital when she jumped into the sea. Su Weikai walked into the ward and observed the person on the bed. He seemed to have never seen him before and didn't recognize him.

"Do you know this woman?" He found a stool, sat down, and asked loudly without any hesitation.

He glanced at him sharply, then extended his index finger and placed it on his lips, shushing. Xin Jiahui also ran over from her father's office and, as soon as she reached the door, she started shouting, "Brother Xingzhi, do you know these two people?"

Zhou Xingzhi sighed and looked helplessly at the person lying on the hospital bed. He pulled up Su Weikai who was sitting on a stool, pushed Xin Jiahui who ran in to the corridor, and gently closed the door.

He did not explain to the two of them, but just said: "It was an accident, it's a good deed." Li Weizheng also rushed over from outside, saw the three people standing in the corridor, and stretched out his hand to greet them.

He ran to the door of the ward and peered through the glass, trying to see who was lying inside. Zhou Xingzhi pulled the three of them away.

It was past midnight when Chu Yue woke up from her hospital bed. She nervously checked her clothes, finding them intact. She breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around, realizing she was in the hospital. She threw back the covers, got out of bed, put on her slippers, opened the door, and went to the nurse's station to inquire about the situation.

She remembered seeing Zhou Xingzhi's face before she fainted, but she had clearly called Ji Yan. The nurse told her, "Director Xin's daughter brought you here, along with a few young men. Don't take such large doses of sleeping pills in the future."

"Sleeping pills?" She was stunned at first, then she remembered the bowl of chicken soup. She only took a sip, and the nurse said the dosage was large. If she drank more, she might really faint.

The nurse had a lot to say, but she hadn't listened at all. All she wanted now was to be discharged quickly, to return to her own little home, to hide under the sofa and draw. Feeling weak, she returned to the ward and slid under the covers, having spent the night awake. As the sky outside the window gradually brightened, she pulled out her phone and texted Ji Yan to request leave, get discharged, and return to her own little home.

When Zhou Xingzhi came to Qucho Design Office, Zhang Jianing dressed up deliberately, wearing her only Chanel dress, a skirt that only reached her thighs, and diamond-studded high heels. When she stood at the door to greet him, she deliberately tucked her hair behind her ears. Several young designers also dressed up youthfully and beautifully, just to get the president to take a second look.

Old Ji was nervous. Zhou Xingzhi had finally come, but his ace designer had called in for leave. Everyone tried their best, but nothing worked. Finally, Old Jia came forward to introduce the company, casually revealing some past case studies.

Arriving at the office that refused visitors, he said quietly, "Are all the designers here?"