Shen Zhiyi opened the door to her home and saw Pei Xu sitting on the sofa. She greeted him as she entered.
“Pei Xu, I’m back.”
Shen Zhiyi changed into her slippers and walked over to Pei Xu.
But he didn’t acknowledge her.
“Are you angry because I came back too late today?”
Shen Zhiyi glanced at the time.
It didn’t seem too late, really.
She hadn’t dared to delay on the way—she rushed back as soon as she finished her tasks.
“Over two million yuan was deposited into my card. Did you transfer it?”
Although the senders were different, and the two million came in several separate transfers,
the coincidence was that these transfers came through just half a day after Shen Zhiyi left home.
“Maybe someone else transferred it to you…”
Shen Zhiyi had only intended to quietly give him the money.
She hadn’t expected Pei Xu to find out so quickly.
“It’s been over a month since I lost my sight. No one has transferred any money to me during this time.”
“Maybe they only found out today that you can’t see.”
Shen Zhiyi’s words lacked conviction.
“The remarks on these transfers say ‘luxury goods offset’…”
Seeing that she couldn’t keep pretending, Shen Zhiyi decided to play dumb.
Otherwise, she would just plead ignorance.
“I won’t take this money. You can keep it.”
“Why won’t you take it? This is originally your money.”
Shen Zhiyi frowned, thinking Pei Xu was being too stubborn.
“It’s true that I bought these for you, but since I gave them to you, how you handle them is your business—including these two million.”
Shen Zhiyi seized the loophole in Pei Xu’s earlier words.
“Since you say this money is mine, can’t I give it to whomever I want? I want to give it to you. What’s it to you?”
Pei Xu pursed his lips, his empty eyes seeming to carry a hint of annoyance.
“You’re just twisting logic.”
“Pei Xu, do you think I pity you? If that’s what you’re thinking, you’re overestimating things. I don’t pity you at all.”
“If you don’t pity me, why did you transfer the money to my card?”
Pei Xu genuinely couldn’t understand Shen Zhiyi’s reasoning now.
“I think you’re a potential stock. This two million isn’t me pitying you—it’s me investing in you. When you make money, you’ll have to pay me back a hundred or a thousand times over.”
“Are you so sure I can make money? What if I lose it? Business isn’t child’s play—there are gains and losses. If I could make money from everything, why would I have gone bankrupt?”
Pei Xu wanted Shen Zhiyi to abandon her current idea and take back the two million.
“If you lose it, that’s on me. If you make money… that’s also on me. I may not know much, but I do know that investing requires caution.”
No matter what, investing in Pei Xu was definitely more reliable than investing in anyone else.
“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. Whether it’s the house or the luxury goods, I gave them to you willingly. Even if you divorce me, you’ll have these as a safety net. I want to ensure your future life won’t be too difficult.”
Shen Zhiyi listened carefully to Pei Xu’s words.
Only after he finished did she speak calmly, “What about you? Have you considered yourself?”
Pei Xu couldn’t see now. He hadn’t even left much money for himself—just a few tens of thousands in his bank card and an old, run-down apartment.
“I’m not within the scope of what you should consider.”
He drew the line very clearly.
“Pei Xu, we’re not divorced yet. If I don’t consider you, who else would I consider?”
“You can start considering candidates for your second marriage. If you can’t decide, you can ask me. Men understand men better.”
Shen Zhiyi picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it directly at Pei Xu.
“You’re really generous. Even a saint would pale in comparison to you. They should remove the statue of the Virgin Mary and let you stand there instead.”
Pei Xu caught the cushion Shen Zhiyi had thrown at him, his head still spinning from the impact.
“No cooking for lunch today. Just a bowl of cold noodles, without any meat!”
Maybe she should just let Pei Xu starve to death.
That would save him from always thinking about finding a second husband for his wife.
Shen Zhiyi took two steps toward the kitchen, then suddenly remembered she still had something to give Pei Xu.
“Your white cane. Try it out yourself.”
Still fuming, Shen Zhiyi shoved the cane into his hand and turned to leave.
Making cold noodles was simple. The noodles were ready-made, just needed to be boiled in water.
She used the same water to blanch some bean sprouts, then rinsed them in cold water and placed them in a bowl.
The color combination looked a bit plain, so Shen Zhiyi shredded some cucumber and added it.
Finally, as she kept adding ingredients, she took out the salted chicken she had made yesterday from the refrigerator, shredded some of it, and placed it in the bowl.
Although she had said she would keep it simple, the bowl of noodles for lunch today was practically a feast for the senses—color, aroma, and flavor all present.
Protein, carbs, dietary fiber—nothing was missing.
“Time to eat.”
Shen Zhiyi placed the bowl of noodles beside Pei Xu’s hand. Worried he might struggle with chopsticks, she also handed him a fork.
“The noodles are quite tasty.”
Seeing Pei Xu initiate conversation, Shen Zhiyi merely glanced at him coldly and didn’t respond.
“It’s quite light. Is this made with beef?”
Shen Zhiyi remained silent.
“I want some water…”
Shen Zhiyi used the folded white cane to push a bottle of mineral water toward his hand.
“Thank you.”
Shen Zhiyi snorted coldly, which served as her reply.
“Are we having cold noodles again tonight?”
“No. Does the Virgin Mary need to eat? Can’t you just use your holy heart to overcome your hunger?”
Pei Xu:
Halfway through the meal, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Pei Xu felt for the white cane on the table and went to answer the door himself.
Zheng Shuyuan was momentarily taken aback when he saw the white cane in Pei Xu’s hand.
“President Pei.”
“Don’t call me President Pei anymore. Come in.”
Seeing that there was a guest, Shen Zhiyi set down her chopsticks.
“The follow-up handling of the company has been completed. Here’s the computer and some procedural documents.”
Zheng Shuyuan wanted to hand the computer and documents to Pei Xu so he could find a safe place to store them.
“Zhiyi, help me take these.”
“President Pei…”
Although the company no longer existed, Zheng Shuyuan couldn’t bring himself to change how he addressed Pei Xu just yet.
“She’s not an outsider. She’s my wife.”
Shen Zhiyi took the computer and documents from Zheng Shuyuan and placed them on the desk in the master bedroom.
She barely managed to hold back what she really wanted to say.
Not an outsider, his wife.
Shen Zhiyi had never heard of a husband trying to find a replacement for his own wife.
“Assistant Zheng, have you eaten? Would you like me to make you a bowl of noodles too?”
“You made this?”
“Of course.”
Zheng Shuyuan was surprised to see Shen Zhiyi here, but he was even more shocked to learn she had made lunch for Pei Xu.
What was Shen Zhiyi up to?
Had she put something in the noodles…?