Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 216: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddhist Devotee Dotes on His Wife 16

Zhou Mingyu did not wear the Zhongshan suit that Su Zhiruan was accustomed to seeing today.

He was dressed in a suit of pure black, his tie was meticulously tied, and the low-key luxurious gemstone cufflinks sparkled under the moonlight. The suit and trousers fit snugly and were ironed perfectly flat. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slightly muscular lean physique, the attire he donned made his high-status aura unmistakable.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, his eyes deep like obsidian in the abyss of the ocean, bottomless and seemingly able to drag one into its depths with the slightest misstep.

"She stays, you go out," Zhou Mingyu said to his secretary.

The secretary immediately understood and nodded hurriedly, "Yes."

Before leaving, the secretary caught a glimpse through the elevator gap of the two walking away side by side.

His mind was full of gossip and curiosity; he was dying to know who that woman was.

She seemed to have gotten close to the big boss without anyone noticing, and they appeared to be very intimate.

In a moment of sudden realization, the secretary remembered seeing an old cell phone on his boss’s desk when he had gone to get some documents signed.

Could it be… that their boss was actually in an online romance?

This hypothesis seemed too bold, and the secretary shook his head, hardly believing it himself.

So, he found a spot to stake out and started discussing the gossip with a good friend over WeChat.

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Su Zhiruan followed Zhou Mingyu in and they both sat down on chairs, with a gap between them.

Encountering Zhou Mingyu here, Su Zhiruan felt the world was quite incredible.

She had only wanted to come to the rooftop to get some air.

"Did you come here alone?" Zhou Mingyu thought about the message Su Zhiruan had sent him on WeChat that afternoon. She said her fiancé had gone to console his mistress, but now she had suddenly shown up here.

Su Zhiruan shook her head, "No, I came with two friends. They should still be at the bar."

Another gust of wind passed; she casually patted her cheek, trying to sober up a little more.

Neither of them spoke again.

As the scent of flowers began to spread from the trellis behind them, Zhou Mingyu let out a long sigh, then took off the gold-rimmed glasses from his nose.

Without the restraint of glasses, the sharpness in his eyes was no longer tempered, becoming more apparent. Zhou Mingyu looked into the distance and suddenly asked her a question that had troubled him for a long time, "Your fiancé is cheating and still wants to get his hands on your family’s property. Knowing his actions, why don’t you call off the engagement?"

"I..."

That question was difficult for Su Zhiruan to answer. She couldn’t possibly tell Zhou Mingyu that she could foresee the plot of this world, that she knew in the future Jiang Beiyu would conspire with his mistress to destroy her family, subject her to public humiliation, and her unborn child would be gruesomely fed to dogs.

"I’m not sure how to explain it well," Su Zhiruan said honestly. She turned her head to look at Zhou Mingyu; her eyes were bright but resolute, "Perhaps it can be summarized in eight words—’eradicate the roots, leave no troubles behind.’"

She would not let go of the scumbag men and vile women.

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Seeing this, Zhou Mingyu simply nodded, "You need to be careful."

"Mr. Zhou," Su Zhiruan suddenly moved a bit closer to him. She lifted her head to look at Zhou Mingyu and, smiling, asked, "Aren’t you curious why I share gossip with you? Why not someone else, no one else, just you?"

"Curious," Zhou Mingyu admitted honestly. When he saw Su Zhiruan move closer, his gaze instinctively fell upon her, and then he noticed the white dress she was wearing. Zhou Mingyu paused, "So why?"

His expression was indifferent, making it hard to discern his true thoughts.

But at that moment, only he knew what went through his mind.

Today, she was in a white dress, clean and innocent, with simple makeup and long hair, her laugh pure and beautiful, especially just now under the moonlight, when she had looked up at him and asked if he was curious.

He remembered her in a champagne-colored mermaid gown from before, how Su Zhiruan had her hair up, exuding elegance and maturity, possessing a charm that made it hard to look away. But now, she was in a simple white long dress, laughing sweetly.

His gaze shifted away slightly.

All along, he believed he should embrace solitude, fulfilling the duties of the Family Head of the Zhou Family alone. As for those ladies who approached him with an agenda, he had no interest in mingling with them, not even extending the courtesy of hollow pleasantries. But Su Zhiruan had appeared in a manner different from the others, sharing gossip with him for two months.

"Maybe it’s because you were the first person I saw, or perhaps it’s a matter of instinctive trust," Su Zhiruan gave a casual explanation, but realized that Zhou Mingyu seemed not to be listening. She boldly waved her hand in front of him.

"Do you find me annoying?" Su Zhiruan asked, revealing a sincere expression. She had added Zhou Mingyu on WeChat and shared gossip like clockwork every day, a whim intended to get familiar. But since she was messaging him daily, she felt she should inquire about his thoughts, "Mr. Zhou, I’d like to know what you think."

"Not at all," Zhou Mingyu snapped back to reality and looked at her, "Keep sending them, I don’t mind."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou," Su Zhiruan expressed her gratitude. She checked the time, felt it was about time, and stood up, "Then I should get going, my friends are waiting for me."

Originally, Su Zhiruan had planned to leave first, but after she said goodbye, Zhou Mingyu also stood up and looked at her, "I’ll accompany you."

"No need," Su Zhiruan began to decline, but after she spoke, seeing Zhou Mingyu’s expression, she changed her mind, "Let’s go together, then."

The two walked one after the other toward the elevator.

Inside the elevator, Su Zhiruan thought back to the day she had exchanged contact information with Zhou Mingyu, which was also at Jinghua No.1, also inside an elevator.

She watched as Zhou Mingyu pressed the elevator button and then stood obediently in place.

When the elevator doors opened once again, they walked out one after the other.

Zhou Mingyu’s presence naturally spoke for itself; as soon as he appeared in this mismatched setting, he immediately drew the attention of many.

Accordingly, many also turned their attention toward Su Zhiruan beside him.

Miss Mu and Miss Jiang had their faces flushed red, but both were flanked by bodyguards, deterring anyone who dared to approach them.

And among the crowd watching Zhou Mingyu, Su Zhiruan suddenly spotted two familiar faces.

It was no one else but Jiang Beiyu, who had concocted an excuse to go comfort the mistress in the afternoon, along with the mistress Bai Yueyou, showing a slight bulge in her abdomen.

The gazes of all four converged—