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I Won't Let You Go
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Zhe Zhe found an apartment on 58 Tongcheng, and the landlord's asking price was not low. What was rare was that the decoration was clean, the appliances were complete, and it was close to her workplace—only a ten-minute walk to the office, with breakfast shops nearby.
During their communication, the landlord was very aloof, responding to messages almost every half hour, and each reply was brief. Most importantly, the landlord mentioned that he often traveled for work, so he needed her to keep the place clean.
For someone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, this was absolutely doable for her.
Without further ado, they reached an agreement.
In their last text exchange, it went like this:
Zhe Zhe: Do I need to pay a six-month deposit in advance?
Landlord: No need, I’m not short on money. If you dare to cheat me, you won’t get far.
Zhe Zhe: Don’t worry, I’m a person of integrity.
Landlord: I’ll be out for a few days; the key will be with the security guard. I’ve already informed him; just show your ID when you arrive.
So on the day Zhe Zhe moved in, the landlord was not home but had left a note on her room door.
She could use the living room, kitchen, and bathroom; just keep them tidy.
Zhe Zhe ran around the more than 100-square-meter duplex apartment for quite a while before she started organizing her things. She even took the time to send a text to the landlord: "Dear, I’ve arrived! Our home is so lovely! Your taste is amazing!"
Half an hour later, she received a reply with a smiley face.
After being content in her new home for half a month, she finally welcomed her first meeting with the landlord. To make it special, she even prepared a candlelight dinner.
When she smiled and looked at the person entering through the door with a key while holding a candle, she almost jumped out of the wide-open window...
Indeed, even if the landlord wasn't a powerful queen, it shouldn't be a man!
Even if it were a man, why did it have to be Zou Tiao?
Zou Tiao stood at the door with a suitcase, his smile vibrant: "Baby, do you think after playing with my feelings and heartlessly abandoning me, you can just disappear from my sight unscathed?"
At that moment, Zhe Zhe felt as if the door of hope had slammed shut in front of her, making a fateful "bang" sound!
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In fact, not everything Zou Tiao said was correct. She did abandon him, but his feelings for her weren't genuine either!
So why did he have the right to put on a wronged husband’s face?
After seeing him, Zhe Zhe quickly packed her clothes and wanted to leave, but after browsing the web for a long time, she realized that nearly all the nearby houses were rented out; the only vacant ones were dilapidated slums with doors that could easily be broken down.
Although Zou Tiao seemed to have ulterior motives, living here was still safer than in a slum.
Zou Tiao stood at the doorway, watching Zhe Zhe expressionlessly hang up his clothes one by one: "Not leaving?"
"I think we should set some ground rules."
The landlord and tenant treated each other with respect.
The landlord cannot interfere in the tenant's private life and cannot lay hands on the tenant, and the same goes for the tenant.
The landlord cannot bring people to stay overnight at will, regardless of gender, and the same goes for the tenant.
So it's really annoying not to sign a contract before renting.
Zou Tiao made an OK gesture: "I have no problem, just afraid you can't help yourself."
The day after he said this, he brought a bunch of friends home to throw a party. The apartment had good soundproofing; if you didn't open the door, you couldn't hear anything from inside. So when Zhe Zhe opened the door, she was almost blasted away by waves of sound before she even stepped inside. A group of men and women were bouncing around inside, while Zou Tiao sat on the sofa sipping a drink: "We'll wrap it up before midnight, no rules broken."
Zhe Zhe's mouth twitched as she climbed up to the second floor amidst the whistling crowd.
Zhao Jingze squeezed over to Zou Tiao's side: "Why are you hanging out with her again? Are you that self-destructive?"
Zou Tiao raised an eyebrow: "Just a coincidence."
He then talked about the rental situation, and Zhao Jingze rolled his eyes in frustration: "Keep making excuses. This apartment hasn't seen you in over a hundred years, suddenly renovated, and you say you're not here for punishment."
Zou Tiao shrugged: "If that's how you want to think, I can't help it." After saying that, he tilted his head back and downed a drink.
For three or four days in a row, Zhe Zhe endured this miserable situation. The music downstairs absolutely wouldn't stop before midnight. She felt that if this continued, she would eventually suffer from nervous breakdowns, irregular periods, and enter menopause early.
"Zou Tiao, we need to talk."
One day, after sending off the party crowd, Zhe Zhe stopped Zou Tiao, who was disheveled with his shirt half-buttoned and hair messy.
Zou Tiao pointed to the study and said, "I'm going to take a shower first, wait for me."
Twenty minutes later, Zhe Zhe saw Zou Tiao walking towards her with a towel wrapped around her waist, completely unashamed.
With solid muscles, faintly visible abs, water droplets sliding down her skin, and her hair still wet...
Zou Tiao smiled and asked, "Hmm? What did you want to talk to me about earlier?"
Zhe Zhe silently swallowed hard; the allure of male beauty was indeed too tempting. She rubbed her temples and said, "Forget it, it's nothing."
Zou Tiao continued to do as she pleased. After forcing Zhe Zhe's period to be two days late, Zhe Zhe decided to fight back. If you won't let me sleep, I won't let you sleep either. You play music before midnight, and I'll sit outside your door playing music after midnight.
This went on for four or five days until the two of them, with panda eyes that could rival the night sky, finally decided to coexist peacefully and eliminate the noisy music.
When Zou Tiao told Zhao Jingze about this, Zhao Jingze almost rolled his eyes. "Can you be any more childish?"
Zou Tiao weakly waved her hand. "I'm going to take a nap."
She was exhausting.
Indeed exhausting; she never exploded but always resorted to silent treatment. Two years apart, and nothing had changed.
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