Depressed wife runs with the ball

"Dad?" How could he even say those two words? When he needed money for college, why didn't he remember he was a father? When his grandfather was sick and needed to be transferred to a larger hospital, why didn't he remember he was a son?

"Mr. Chu, you should be happy to be able to sit here and talk to you so calmly. This place is much better than the police station."

Perhaps it was because the lighting in the restaurant was too dim, but Chu Yue actually felt that he looked a little old. Sitting in that chair, he seemed a little hunched.

Chu Jie'an nodded. That was true. This daughter was much more capable than he was. What else could he say? Was he a failure as a son? Or was he unqualified as a boss? Or was he a complete mess as a father?

After a long period of silence, he timidly said, "Mr. Zhou, is it good for you?"

Good? What is good? Is it better to help someone when they need it, or to add icing on the cake? For many things, Chu Yue only had suspicions, without any evidence. He could only nod and say, "Not bad."

"That's good, that's good." He ate the meal with trepidation.

"Your mother actually misses you a lot. Last time, didn't she say she bought you some clothes?" Seeing that the topic had ended, he talked about something else. It was awkward to be so silent all the time.

Chu Yue was so angry that she laughed. Mom...she really could say it. If it weren't for this mom, this father wouldn't be so biased towards boys.

"I'll say it again. Xinghui has already started investigating Zhou Jihuai's use of An Jie to embezzle funds. You'd better cut ties with him completely. Otherwise, not only can An Jie not be saved, but you and Huang Yunfu will also be in danger."

Seeing that he was almost done with his meal, she simply took a piece of paper, wiped her mouth, said that was all, put down the money, paid the bill and left.

Zhou Xingzhi would video call her every night at 9 p.m. Logically, it should be midnight over there. He seemed to be constantly up late at night. Was he really not going to die prematurely? Or was he suffering from endocrine disorders or something?

At that time, she was sitting in Cuiyuan's study, sketching the way Chu Jie'an looked when he mentioned his grandparents. The people in the sketchbook were all meaningful to her, and Zhou Xingzhi was not among them.

"Why are you still not sleeping so late?" Chu Yue blurted out after answering the call.

"I wonder if you're busy working or painting."

Every time they video chatted, Zhou Xingzhi just wanted to hear her say she missed him. But every time, nothing happened. She just kept reporting on her work, complaining about the intrigues between the company's department heads, or saying she wanted to paint. She didn't seem to be looking forward to these video calls.

"Drawing. Have you seen the minutes of today's meeting? It seems that there are many things waiting for you to make decisions. Also, several leaders from the municipal government want to see you, but they haven't been able to make an appointment after several attempts. If you keep putting it off like this, I'm afraid they will be unhappy. Mr. Zhou also came to the company today. When he saw that you were not there, he talked to Mr. Zhao for a while and then left." Chu Yue counted the people who had come to see him in the past few days.

Every time she reported on her work, she tried to be as concise as possible. "Is that all?"

"Well, there are still a lot of details, which are written in the email. Didn't you check your mailbox? There are also a few CEOs who just said they would wait for you to come back, but didn't say what the specific matter is. Mr. Lin from the audit... Mr. Lin seems to have something to talk to you about." She couldn't remember his full name at once.

"Are you looking for me?" He knew that Lin Yufan was going to the president's office.

"Zhou Xingzhi, I think I explained to you that there is nothing between Shen Yaolin and me."

She has already moved on from that relationship, so why is he still holding a grudge against her?

"I know, so I didn't do anything to him." He didn't want to hear about work. Lin Yufan seemed to be married, and he wasn't her type.

"Don't be unreasonable. It's almost New Year's Day."

Chu Yue reminded him not to cause trouble at the end of the year.

"In two days, I will return home." Zhou Xingzhi counted the days on his fingers.

"Well, work hard." What she has been thinking about recently is whether she will spend the New Year alone in Cuiyuan this year, or whether Zhou Xingzhi will take her back to his home to celebrate the New Year.

"Yueyue, I miss you so much." It had been four days since they last met properly.

……

There was a long silence. How should I respond to this? Chu Yue was still checking on her phone.

"Then you have to work hard too, and let me think about you more." I found a less corny way of saying it, so I read it to him.

It seems that she is not very good at falling in love.

Zhou Xingzhi knew from her expression that she had copied it from the internet. Even a good student has to copy homework.

But being willing to copy is always a good thing. He smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll try my best."

"When you come back, I'll pick you up at the airport." This is also part of her job responsibilities.

"You've been late again these past few days, haven't you? Did you enjoy your breakfast? Is there any milk in the refrigerator? Do you drink coffee at the office every morning?"

"...Yeah, I tried to get up early. But it's still far to take the subway. And the milk... must be expired."

Without Zhou Xingzhi, her daily commute seemed incredibly long. She hadn't really been in the kitchen in the past few days. He was still somewhat useful.

"I'll take you to buy some coffee beans when we get back. Do you have any left? Last time, someone said they would make tea for me." He reminded me.

"Well, then...come back soon."

Talking about these trivial matters, she seemed to need him a little. Thinking of this, she blurted out what was in her mind.

This is what it means to really miss him. It's not just copied homework. I really need him, so I want him to return home as soon as possible.

After getting a satisfactory answer, he was finally satisfied.

After hanging up the video, Chu Yue continued painting. As the night darkened, he felt a tinge of loneliness.

Two days passed quickly. As a special assistant, she was so busy that she almost didn't know when it would get dark. If Auntie Tian hadn't come to deliver the food, she would have forgotten to eat.

When Zhou Xingzhi sent her the video, she was busy dealing with issues in the email at the company, and her face was always filled with impatience.

Saturday was the day he was returning home. She had to get up and drive to the airport to pick him up. How had Jiang Tao booked his ticket, insisting on catching such an early flight? Who would be so kind as to go to the airport after 10 o'clock in the middle of winter?

Although I was not happy about it, I still got up, put on a sweatshirt, a woolen jacket, and wrapped myself in a scarf and went out.

If it were in the past, she would have just fallen asleep. On weekends, she would sleep during the day.

Jiang Tao wanted to slack off, but his boss insisted he return home immediately last night, so he slept on the plane. When he got off the plane, he didn't even take off the U-shaped pillow around his neck.

Chu Yue was in the parking lot. She had sent messages to Jiang Tao and Zhou Xingzhi. She hadn't gotten out of the car because it was too cold and she was too lazy to do so.

Only Zhou Xingzhi showed up, not Jiang Tao. He put his suitcase in the trunk, got in the passenger seat, and complained, "Why are we meeting someone in the parking lot?"

"Cold." Chu Yue held the steering wheel, wanting to wait for him to fasten his seat belt before setting off, but he did not move.

"Seat belts," she reminded.

Zhou Xingzhi pretended to be deaf: "What?" Chu Yue raised her voice and said again: "Seat belt."

He remained indifferent, so Chu Yue had to turn sideways and pull for him. When he got close, he easily pressed her seat belt and brought her into his arms.

"Zhou Xingzhi! This is a parking lot!" She clearly sensed a hint of danger, and it was daytime.

"Why didn't you tell me you missed me?" If you didn't get a hug when you get off the plane, then ask for it yourself.

"Let's talk about it when we get home." She was a little stiff. I don't know if it was because they hadn't seen each other for several days, or because she got used to being alone too easily.

She was talking about going home, yes, going home, going back to their home. Zhou Xingzhi let her go, fastened her seat belt, and said with a smile: "Yes, go home, we'll talk about it when we get home."

This guy, how could he change his attitude like turning the pages of a book? Chu Yue looked at the way he smiled and secretly made a note in her heart that next time she picked him up at the airport, he would just need a hug.

Zhou Xingzhi switched the navigation to his large flat. After the New Year, their home was almost decorated and ready to move in.

Chu Yue didn't find it strange. It was normal for a domineering president to return to his home on a business trip. Besides, there was no parking space for him at Cuiyuan.