PFC Chapter 885 The 'Dummy' Who Refused to Be Bound for a Lifetime (23)
Chapter 885 The 'Dummy' Who Refused to Be Bound for a Lifetime (23)
Mu Zhou and Shen Junchuan have already agreed to go public.
On the day Shen Junchuan officially admitted it to the media, Mu Zhou was naturally surrounded by reporters.
Faced with everyone's teasing and wishes for her happiness, Mu Zhou smiled and said "thank you" to everyone.
Everyone said it was so sweet, and the comments were unusually overwhelmingly full of blessings.
On the day it was made public, Song Huaizhi called her.
Mu Zhou didn't want to see him, but he came directly to the studio.
"I'll go straight in to find you, or you can come out and find me."
Song Huaizhi's identity wasn't too mysterious. If he had just appeared in public like this, the media would have had no idea what to write about it.
So Mu Zhou put on a scarf and went out to find him.
After arriving at the private room in the restaurant, she took off her scarf:
"Just say what you have to say, I have to record a show later."
Song Huaizhi stared at her greedily.
He hadn't seen her in a long time.
He never missed a single one of her shows or performances, watching those videos countless times.
No matter how many times I watch it, it can't make up for my longing to see her.
Meeting Mu Zhou's slightly impatient gaze, Shen Junchuan felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He composed himself and said:
"Shen Junchuan's parents have returned to China."
Mu Zhou was about to pick up his teacup when he heard him say this, so he stopped abruptly and looked at him:
"So, say whatever you want to say."
There was obvious wariness in his eyes.
Song Huaizhi sighed silently:
"Zhouzhou, don't be so hostile towards me. I'm just afraid you'll get hurt."
Mu Zhou chuckled lightly, his eyes and brows full of sarcasm.
Song Huai felt a tightness in his chest, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Zhouzhou, do you know about Shen Junchuan’s family? Her mother is the only daughter of the Duke of Puya and has a very high status in the local Chinese community.”
Shen Junchuan's parents frequently travel between Puya and China, so they don't see each other often.
I must have seen the relevant news during my trip back to China.
“Shen Junchuan’s family rules are even more numerous than those of the Song family. Moreover, Shen Junchuan has not yet fully taken over the family business, so he cannot go against his family.”
Song Huaizhi patiently guided Mu Zhou to think.
He did not lie or deceive.
Most of the Chinese in Puya are early immigrants from China, and some large families have particularly feudal rules, comparable to those before liberation.
In particular, Shen Junchuan's mother's family is very powerful, with close relationships with various relatives, especially in business.
So he wasn't exaggerating.
Moreover, judging from Mu Zhou's expression, she most likely doesn't know that Shen Junchuan's parents have returned to China.
He didn't want Mu Zhou to be deceived.
"Zhouzhou, why didn't Shen Junchuan tell you? Haven't you thought about it?"
"He must have his reasons for not telling me."
Mu Zhou explained on Shen Junchuan's behalf without hesitation, causing Song Huaizhi to purse his lips and speak sternly.
"Shen Junchuan's parents didn't come back alone this time. They were accompanied by a young girl, the daughter of a family friend. What do you think is the reason Shen Junchuan didn't dare to tell you?"
It's simply that they want to say Shen Junchuan is going to have a marriage alliance.
Mu Zhou stared at him, a slight smile playing on her lips:
"It seems you've investigated very thoroughly. Tell me everything you found out."
Song Huaizhi froze, his heart clenching again.
“Zhouzhou, I really didn’t mean any harm. I was just afraid you would get hurt.”
"Are you afraid I'll get hurt, or are you afraid I won't get hurt?"
Mu Zhou's malicious speculation about him made him feel as if he could hardly breathe.
But Mu Zhou continued.
"You investigated so thoroughly just because you wanted Shen Junchuan's family to look down on me, and you hoped that I would be dumped by Shen Junchuan so that you could appear like a savior and rescue me. That way, I would obediently come back to your side?"
Mu Zhou's tone was somewhat aggressive; her brows were slightly cold, and a mocking smile played on her lips.
"Song Huaizhi, do you dare say you've never had such thoughts?"
Song Huaizhi was almost furious and embarrassed, yet also extremely distressed.
Mu Zhou not only distrusted him, but also harbored the utmost malice towards him and was wary of him.
How did things get to this point?
They had been together and relied on each other for so many years.
Mu Zhou used to rely on and trust him so much.
The image of the timid little girl who followed him back then gradually overlapped with the image of Mu Zhou, who now loathed him.
Song Huaizhi was momentarily dazed, but then a sharp pain in his heart brought him back to reality.
He curled the corners of his mouth, a slightly bitter expression on his face.
"Think of me however you want, I just don't want you to be deceived."
Mu Zhou stared at him for a few seconds, then picked up her things and got up to leave.
Song Huaizhi sat there with his back straight for a long time.
As if Mu Zhou had taken away his energy and spirit, he was on the verge of collapse, his shoulders slumping as he leaned back in his chair.
*
Mu Zhou returned to the recording site and completed the recording.
Shen Junchuan came to pick her up right after the event.
The moment he appeared, the atmosphere on set changed instantly, with everyone's gaze shifting between teasing and envy.
Shen Junchuan walked to her side, his tone affectionate:
"Is it over? Let's go."
"Ah."
Mu Zhou responded indifferently, turned around and walked towards the lounge, taking off several exaggerated hair clips from her head as she did so.
Although she didn't say much, Shen Junchuan keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Mu Zhou was somewhat cold towards him.
This is a gut feeling.
He was just about to have his assistant investigate what had happened today when Mu Zhou suddenly looked at him, his tone serious.
"I have something to tell you."
Shen Junchuan's heart tightened:
"You said."
The door to the lounge was closed, and Mu Zhou was about to speak when there was a sudden knock on the door.
The assistant came in to get something.
Mu Zhou pursed his lips, a hint of annoyance between his brows:
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Shen Junchuan frowned, feeling a surge of panic as he looked at Mu Zhou's indifference.
*
Mu Zhou remained silent throughout the journey, and despite Shen Junchuan's attempts to start a conversation, she barely uttered a word.
Shen Junchuan felt even more distressed. He had a gut feeling that what Mu Zhou was about to say was related to Song Huaizhi.
Sure enough, I received a message on my phone.
Taking advantage of a red light, he quietly turned on the door.
It was something he asked his assistant to investigate.
Two hours ago, Mu Zhou and Song Huaizhi met.
Shen Junchuan's heart clenched suddenly, and he felt a sharp pain even when he was breathing.
She did indeed meet Song Huaizhi.
What did Song Huaizhi say to her? Did he try to gain sympathy? The Song family has indeed had a lot going on lately, and I heard that some of his actions have caused quite a bit of internal controversy.
Could it be that Song Huaizhi wanted to make Mu Zhou feel sorry for him?
What did Mu Zhou want to say to him?
separate?
No way, he won't break up with me!
Shen Junchuan gripped the steering wheel tightly, wishing he could fly home immediately.
*
The door was closed, and Mu Zhou was about to put his bag aside.
Shen Junchuan suddenly grabbed her waist and pinned her against the door.
I didn't even care that my bag and coat had fallen to the ground.
He leaned down, his eyes sharp yet tinged with a hint of despair.
"Even if I'm to be sentenced, I should be told why."
Mu Zhou met his gaze and was about to speak when Shen Junchuan suddenly interrupted her, saying urgently:
"I'm telling you, I won't break up! Not even if it kills me!"
He exerted a slight force in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and it was clear that he was trying his best to restrain himself, but his eyes were already full of bloodlust.