ebookslot Chapter 123 Zhou Yuji: Warming my bed is fine, but marrying me is out of the question.
Chapter 123 Zhou Yuji: Warming my bed is fine, but marrying me is out of the question.
Twenty minutes later, Su Xiaoxiao's car stopped at the entrance of the underground parking garage of the "Yuntingyuan" residential complex.
The access control was tight; the security guards confirmed the resident's information before allowing entry.
In the underground parking garage, Su Xiaoxiao parked her car, took out an access card from her bag, and handed it to Wang Bo: "Building 18, 18th floor, the combination lock password is Yu Ji's birthday, you know that, right?"
Wang Bo took it; it felt icy cold to the touch. "I know."
"Then you can go up by yourself, we won't see you off." Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand. "Get some rest. If you need any help moving tomorrow, just let us know."
Su Yiyi said softly, "Wang Bo, get some rest."
"Thank you." Wang Bo got out of the car, watched the white SUV slowly drive away from the garage, and then turned and walked towards the elevator.
Building 18, 18 floors.
Wang Bo stood in front of the heavy security door and entered the password—Zhou Yuji's birthday, which he did indeed remember.
With a soft "beep", the door lock opened.
As you push open the door, the motion-sensor lights automatically turn on.
The first thing that catches the eye is a spacious living room with a decor style that is extremely "Zhou Yuji-esque".
The overall style is modern and minimalist, but the details are full of feminine sophistication and a touch of lazy casualness.
Large areas of sophisticated gray walls are paired with off-white soft furnishings.
In the center of the living room is a huge, incredibly soft cream-colored modular sofa, with several brightly colored velvet cushions casually tossed on it.
On a uniquely shaped black marble coffee table, there sits an unfinished jigsaw puzzle.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dazzling night view of Lin'an City is spectacular, offering an excellent vista.
The room was filled with a faint fragrance—top notes of citrus, middle notes of jasmine, and base notes of cedar.
There were brand new men's slippers in the shoe cabinet, the size was just right, Su Yiyi was very considerate.
Wang Bo changed into slippers and walked into the living room.
Everywhere you can see traces of Zhou Yuji's life.
Several photo frames were displayed on the TV cabinet, including group photos of Zhou Yuji and the Su sisters, as well as solo photos of her during her travels, where she smiled brightly and cheerfully.
On the island counter in the open kitchen sits her personal coffee mug—an extravagant mug with gold trim and the words "I am the Queen" printed on it.
On the bookshelf, besides a few fashion magazines and novels, there were also a few books titled "How to Run a Company" and "Learn Management from Zero," which were obviously not used much, as there were no creases on their spines.
Wang Bo pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
The room is large and has a private bathroom and walk-in closet.
This wasn't his room; he just wanted to take a look.
They can even provide a warm bed, so look at Zhou Yuji's room, there shouldn't be any problems.
The door to the walk-in closet was half open, and inside hung Zhou Yuji's clothes, all kinds of skirts, uniforms and coats, arranged neatly by color.
Below, in the transparent shoe cabinet, rows of high heels shimmer with a luxurious luster.
On the dressing table, skincare and cosmetic products are displayed in abundance, some of the bottles are not even capped.
Wang Bo could almost picture Zhou Yuji rushing out the door in the morning, applying lipstick while searching for her car keys.
He walked to the window and looked at the night view outside.
Zhou Yuji's scent permeated the air.
This smell is different from the one I occasionally smell when I pass by someone in the company.
It was a fleeting, superficial fragrance.
And here, there is a warm and private atmosphere imbued with the long-term life of the owner.
It seeped from the sofa cushions, drifted out from the folds of the curtains, and emanated from the fabrics in the dressing room.
It is everywhere and pervasive.
Wang Bo suddenly felt his heart beating a little fast and his throat feeling a little dry.
He went to the living room and made a video call to Zhou Yuji.
The ringtone echoed in the empty living room.
After ringing seven or eight times, just when Wang Bo thought the other party wouldn't answer, the video call connected.
The screen lit up, showing Zhou Yuji's face.
She was in a room with a strong ethnic flavor, with colorful tapestries and carved wooden windows as the background. She was wrapped in a thick shawl, her hair was slightly damp, she had no makeup on, a lazy smile on her face, and her eyes were bright.
"Hey, Xiao Wang, you're already missing your sister?" Zhou Yuji's voice came through the receiver.
Looking at the bright face on the screen and then around the space filled with her presence, Wang Bo blurted out, "Sister Zhou, come back."
Zhou Yuji raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? Why go back? I haven't had enough fun yet."
Wang Bo paused, then said seriously, "Come back and warm the bed."
On the other end of the video, Zhou Yuji was clearly stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, her shawl slipping halfway down to reveal her fair shoulders: "Warming the bed? Wang Bo, you're getting bolder and bolder, turning around and flirting with me."
Wang Bo looked at her and smiled, and the impulse in his heart grew even stronger. He heard his own voice say, "I'm not flirting, Zhou Yuji, come back, I'll marry you."
He was stunned when he said this, but strangely, he didn't regret it.
On the other end of the video call, Zhou Yuji's smile froze instantly.
She stared at Wang Bo's serious face on the screen for several seconds.
Then, she slowly suppressed her smile, her gaze becoming somewhat complicated and distant.
She reached out and pulled her slipped shawl back up, adjusted her posture, and softened her voice, carrying a gentle weariness that Wang Bo had never heard before: "Warming my bed is fine, I welcome you anytime."
She even curled the corners of her lips into a smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "But marrying me... forget it."
Wang Bo's heart tightened: "Why?"
Zhou Yuji looked away and gazed out the window—the video showed the deep blue night sky and the faint outlines of mountains.
"I have a fear of marriage," she said softly, her tone as calm as if she were recounting someone else's story. "My husband is a typical example. He was rich, powerful, and had countless women. My mother endured half her life with him, sacrificing her youth, love, and dignity. When he got old, sick, and near death, all those women scattered like leaves in the wind, and only then did he remember, 'Oh, I still have a first wife and a daughter who isn't particularly favored.'"
She twitched the corners of her mouth, as if she were laughing, but it also sounded like she was mocking: "And then? She threw a portion of her assets at me and said, 'Yuji, your personality isn't suited for business, but Dad has still left you some money. If you want to start a business, go ahead. If you lose money, consider it a lesson learned.'"
She turned back to look at Wang Bo, her eyes clear yet carrying a transparent barrier: "My mother followed the old man not long after he died. She never enjoyed much of his wealth or love in her life. Marriage? Love? Ha."
At this point, her voice softened further: "Wang Bo, you're very good, really. Talented, of good character, and good-looking to my liking. We can be very happy together, even just warming each other's bed. But marry me? Don't be ridiculous."
She regained her carefree attitude: "Sister, I'll just enjoy life while I can. I won't go inside that walled city of marriage. You stay in my house, live well, write good songs, and become famous. When I go back, I'll come find you to warm my bed, so you can't go back on your word."
After saying that, she waved her hand and said, "Alright, go to sleep early, Xiao Wang, goodnight."
The video call ended.
The screen went dark, revealing Wang Bo's somewhat stunned face.
In the living room, he was left alone, surrounded by Zhou Yuji's omnipresent presence.
He stood there for a long time, holding his phone.
Finally, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the city lights outside.
Zhou Yuji rejected him.
But strangely, he didn't feel much loss or sadness.
On the contrary, there is a... clearer understanding.
He witnessed beneath her carefree and unrestrained exterior a fear and alienation from marriage, a deep imprint from her family of origin.
He became even more certain of his feelings—not only was he attracted to her beauty and personality, but he also felt sorry for her and wanted to protect her seemingly hard but actually fragile shell.
Warming her in bed is fine, but marrying her is not?
Wang Bo looked out the window, thinking that there was plenty of time ahead.
He turned and walked toward the bedroom, which was filled with her scent.