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While waiting for the bus, Zhou Xiaxia pondered how to explain things to Song En, completely unaware of the figure emerging from a nearby Maybach.
The late bus gave her more time to think.
She wanted to tell Song En that she was herself, and Zhou Yinkun was Zhou Yinkun; they had no connection. If there was any relationship at all, it was one of enmity, because Zhou Yinkun had seriously hurt her father. She even considered reporting him to the police. Therefore, she would no longer call Zhou Yinkun "Uncle" and would never acknowledge him in her heart.
But would Song En believe her? Or rather, would he want to believe her? After all, it was someone with the surname Zhou who had hurt him.
Yet sharing the same surname didn’t mean they were the same person. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. "Zhou Yinkun is a bad person, a worthless person. But I am not."
With her head down, she didn’t know how to salvage their friendship that had lasted over ten years. Worry and sadness overwhelmed her, and tears began to fall.
"Zhou Xiaxia."
Suddenly, someone called her name, and she looked up in shock.
The first thing she noticed was a patterned shirt stained with specks of blood that blended seamlessly with the design, making it hard to detect any discord. Below the shirt were strong, long legs. Above was a handsome face that could captivate anyone.
When their eyes met, her heart raced. She wanted to run but found her legs weak and unable to move.
Zhou Yinkun saw the fear and shock on her face and spoke with a teasing tone, "Who did you just call worthless?"
With no one around and the heat baking the ground beneath them, as he stepped into the shadow cast by the trees, she stumbled back a step until her back pressed against the warm wall. Hearing Zhou Yinkun's words made her heart sink further; she hid her hands behind her back, feeling a dull ache in her pinky finger.
He was too tall, and with Zhou Xiaxia keeping her head down, she resembled a trembling rabbit cowering against the wall.
Zhou Yinkun leaned closer, resting one hand against the wall beside her ear, almost touching her soft face. "I’m asking you a question."
A Yao returned from buying cigarettes and noticed the empty back seat. He paused for a moment before scanning his surroundings. Then he spotted a tall man and a petite girl under the shade of a tree behind the bus stop.
The man didn’t stand up straight; from this angle, he wore a smirk while speaking to the girl. Her face was partially obscured by her flowing hair, but he could see her gently swaying white skirt and slender legs.
In just five or six minutes, Brother Kun had his eyes on another woman. A Yao showed no expression; he was clearly used to it. Even though the air conditioning was running inside the car, he waited outside for Zhou Yinkun to return.
Zhou Yinkun caught a whiff of the sweet, milky scent of ice cream.
He glanced at the girl's neck; she was trembling slightly, and the faint fragrance seemed to emanate from her clothes.
Xiaxia bit her lip and remained silent. She was clearly terrified, yet she was unwilling to deny what she had just said. Song En had done nothing wrong; why should he be treated that way? And why should their friendship be ruined like this?
This sense of unwillingness and entanglement reminded her of when she discovered that her grandfather and father were involved in the drug trade. Unlike what was described in her school textbooks, they weren’t arrested by the police and punished. Zhou Yinkun had hurt someone for no reason, yet here he stood unharmed.
She felt both fear and stubbornness.
Zhou Yinkun straightened up, his elevated position allowing him to easily see the girl’s modest curves. The pure white bra hugged her small, soft form, and the delicate straps left marks on her fair shoulders.
She was indeed just a child who hadn’t fully developed. It seemed that Zhou Yaohui’s injury had frightened her; this time they met, she didn’t smile at him or call him “Uncle” but instead acted like a complete brat.
“Brat,” “bad person”—these were probably the most vulgar insults she could think of. But then again, it was strange for someone like Zhou Yaohui and his wife to raise a child with any spirit.
A Yao, who had been waiting by the car for a while, sensed something was off.
Zhou Yinkun was usually impatient; on such a hot day, he had left the air conditioning running in the car but stood outside for nearly ten minutes. Then he noticed the man over there move. As he turned slightly, A Yao clearly saw the girl’s face.
It was the girl he had seen yesterday at Zhou Yaohui’s villa—Zhou Yaohui’s daughter.
“I—I’m not going,” Zhou Xiaxia finally managed to say after holding it in for a long time.
Zhou Yinkun had said he wanted to take her out for something delicious.
But she remembered her parents’ words; whenever she saw him, she should avoid him and keep her distance. He had hurt her father and casually severed someone else’s finger—now he claimed he wanted to take her out for good food? Although Zhou Xiaxia was young and obedient, it didn’t mean she was foolish enough to fall for that.
“Not going?” Zhou Yinkun smiled. “Alright then, I’ll take you home.”
At the mention of going home, Zhou Xiaxia looked up in terror. Was he really going to her house? Her parents were at home; how could they let him come over again?
She shook her head with tears in her eyes. "I can go back by myself..."
Zhou Yinkun had never taken care of children, but he had raised a dog a long time ago. The dog was afraid of him; whenever it saw him, it would whimper and curl up at his feet, too scared to move. When he was in a good mood, he would play with it, but when he was upset, he would kick it away. He had that dog for seven years before it died. Since then, he hadn't kept any other pets.
He raised a dog, while his older brother raised children. After more than a decade, he had only managed to raise one to this size. But it seemed... more interesting than raising a dog.
For instance, right now, she was trying to protect her parents by refusing his proposal.
Zhou Yinkun wasn't angry; the weather was too hot, and he didn't want to waste any more time. He turned and walked away.
Zhou Xiaxia let out a sigh of relief.
"Then you can go back by yourself. I heard Zhou Yaohui's head is seriously injured; you should go visit him."
The girl behind him felt her heart drop at those words.
Not far away, A Yao didn't catch the specifics of their conversation; he only saw Zhou Yinkun walking back with a good mood while the girl followed him from a distance, crying.
A Yao opened the back door of the car, and Zhou Yinkun got in, the cool air rushing over him. The door hadn't closed quickly enough, so A Yao turned back to look at Zhou Xiaxia.
"Are you trying to make me die of heat?" Zhou Yinkun said as he took the cigarette from his hand and tore open the packaging. "Close the door."
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