Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 218 Yu Wanqiu × Zhou Chongli (2)

Yu Wanqiu clutched the balloon, her heart pounding like a drum, the sound drowned out by the noise.

She suddenly remembered how, when she was little, she envied other children who could have balloons bought by their parents, while she could only watch longingly. Once, she mustered up her courage and cautiously asked her mother if she could buy one for her, but was scolded and told that she was being unreasonable.

But later, when their younger brother was born, they would save money to buy him toys and balloons.

At that time, she didn't understand why she and her brother were treated so differently, even though they were both children of the same parents.

It wasn't until she grew up that reality taught her a harsh lesson, and she learned to accept the fact that she wasn't loved.

Later, when she was with Zhou Chongli, they passed by a balloon vendor at the entrance of a shopping mall one day and she asked expectantly, "Can I buy a balloon?"

Zhou Chongli didn't notice the emotion in her eyes and chuckled, "How old are you? Balloons are too childish and cheap for you. Pick whatever luxury goods you like in the mall."

Immediately, the hope in Yu Wanqiu's eyes was shattered.

After many years, the regrets of the past are being made up for in the present.

The frequency of my chest pounding kept increasing.

Lost in thought, Shi Yang explained to the boss, "We're not boyfriend and girlfriend yet."

The boss understood and encouraged him, "Then keep up the good work, handsome."

Shi Yang scratched the back of his head sheepishly, glancing nervously at Yu Wanqiu, afraid that she might be upset.

The shop owner sold all the balloons, was in a good mood, and left after saying a few words of blessing.

Yu Wanqiu looked up at the cartoon balloons in her hand, her lips slightly pursed. "Actually, one is enough. So many is a bit of a waste."

Shi Yang smiled and shook his head, "If you like it, then it's not a waste."

Yu Wanqiu's eyes curved slightly, a smile appearing on her face. "Thank you for the balloon."

Shi Yang met her gaze, his ears suddenly burning, and replied in a low voice, "You're welcome."

Finally, they gave away balloons to children passing by in the scenic area for free, while Yu Wanqiu kept only one Hello Kitty for herself.

I was especially happy that day.

That same day, they officially became a couple.

Yu Wanqiu confessed that she had a past relationship. Shi Yang didn't care. He said that everyone has a past, and since it's over, why should he care? The future is what they both want.
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Hong Kong Island.

In the private business club, the man in the main seat of the private room leaned back casually in his chair. He wore a black shirt and trousers, had a straight posture, and wore an intricately crafted tourbillon watch on his wrist. The dial reflected a sliver of cold silver light under the lamplight. He held a cigarette between his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand were prominent.

Several bosses below him were seeking favors from him, and their attitudes were very attentive, with the conversation revolving around him.

The Zhou family fell from power, but Zhou Chongli did not.

He was highly capable and ruthless. He had been the head of the household for many years and had a network of connections. Even after leaving the Zhou family and starting his own business, he was still able to gain a foothold in Hong Kong.

As the dinner party drew to a close, a building materials company executive mentioned, "Is Mr. Zhou still single? I have a niece who has long admired Mr. Zhou. She's a well-behaved, obedient, and gentle girl. I wonder if my niece has the good fortune to meet Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Chongli's past womanizing was no secret in Hong Kong. He was never short of women, but he was inherently cold and indifferent, playing the field and never taking relationships seriously. However, Hong Kong media later reported that he gave up his position as head of the Zhou family for a woman and disappeared for three years. This has not been confirmed, and its veracity remains unclear.

Now that he has returned to Hong Kong Island, some people are naturally trying to send women to him in order to establish a deep cooperative relationship.

This is a clever scheme. Zhou Chongli gave a barely perceptible twitch of his lips, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Everyone here should know that I, Zhou Chongli, am not a good person."

"To sacrifice his own niece for a mere development project." He took a drag of his cigarette, his voice indifferent. "Quite interesting."

After saying this, Zhou Chongli threw away his cigarette butt and got up to leave.

The remaining people present looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.

Could it be that Zhou Chongli has really turned over a new leaf for a woman?

Who can fathom his heart?

The night was illuminated by neon lights, and the streets shimmered and flickered.

The driver received a call and drove to the entrance of the clubhouse.

A refined figure stood before the steps, his eyes dark and unfathomable, lost in thought.

A sense of loneliness inexplicably crept in.

The assistant dared not urge them and waited respectfully by their side.

Zhou Chongli snapped out of his daze and took a step forward when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. She was wearing a light purple dress with a knitted cardigan over it, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and she was holding a phone and answering a call.

He paused for a moment, then instinctively followed.

Pedestrians come and go along the roadside, and traffic flows in a complex pattern.

When he arrived, the person had already disappeared.

Zhou Chongli looked around but found nothing.

He was momentarily dazed, wondering if he had misread it, but quickly dismissed the thought.

No, there's no way I could be mistaken, it's Yu Wanqiu, he's been searching for her for almost five years.

Her figure was unmistakable.

The assistant, puzzled, came over and asked, "Mr. Zhou? Is there a problem?"

Zhou Chongli lowered his eyelids, his expression returning to normal, and ordered in a deep voice, "Help me continue looking for her; she's in Hong Kong."

His assistant, who had worked for him for many years, naturally understood what he meant, but was somewhat surprised, having searched for several years without success. "You mean Miss Yu is currently in Hong Kong Island?"

Zhou Chongli raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows, his voice sounding somewhat tired, "Mm."

The assistant nodded, "Okay, I'll send someone to look for it right away."