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Zhou Ting ignored Zhou Zishuo's objections and personally prepared two special cocktails, delivering them to Zong Zeyu and Zong Jin.
Zong Zeyu had no impression of Zhou Ting and naturally did not recognize her. However, Zong Jin was different; he had thoroughly investigated Dao Wen's background, including the relationships between Zhou Zishuo, Zhou Ting, and Dao Wen. He was well aware of all the details.
Zong Jin thanked Zhou Ting, expressing his appreciation for her efforts.
Zhou Ting smiled and replied, "You're too kind. You helped our family before, so it's only right that I bring you a couple of drinks."
She added, "My sister is in the private room with a guest. Once she's done, I'll have her come find you."
Zong Jin responded, "No need for that. We're leaving soon."
Zhou Ting was supposed to leave, but she deliberately glanced at Zong Zeyu. In truth, she had come specifically to see him. Since he entered the establishment, she had been observing him for a while. Her impression of Zong Zeyu was quite profound; after all, he was an exceptionally outstanding man. It was only natural to admire someone so remarkable.
Gathering her courage, Zhou Ting approached Zong Zeyu and asked, "Can I add you on WeChat? I added Dazong Zong last time and would like to add you as well."
Zong Zeyu glanced at her, and Zong Jin helped introduce her. "Zhou Ting is Zhou Feng's younger sister—she's Dao Wen's ex-boyfriend's sister."
Zong Zeyu typically did not add strangers to his contacts, but for Zong Jin's sake, he made an exception. After all, she was part of Dao Wen's family, and adding a friend would be a small favor to help Zong Jin pursue Dao Wen.
He took out his phone and handed it to Zhou Ting.
Once she added Zong Zeyu as a friend, her joy was evident.
After leaving, Zhou Ting returned to the kitchen and sat on a bench against the wall. She proactively sent two cute emojis to Zong Zeyu but received no response.
Feeling a bit nervous, she realized she rarely initiated contact with men.
Meanwhile, Zhou Zishuo was busy in the kitchen when he stole a glance at Zhou Ting's phone screen. He intentionally raised his voice and said, "Oh? Who are you messaging? It’s not every day that you—this aloof woman—sends messages or even emojis. Let me see who has such charm."
He put down the bottle he was holding and reached for Zhou Ting's phone. She didn’t dodge in time, and he snatched it away.
Zhou Zishuo glanced at the WeChat name and profile picture but couldn't identify the person. He questioned her, "Who is this?"
Zhou Ting reached out to grab her phone back. "Give it back!"
Holding the phone up high, Zhou Zishuo said, "If you don’t tell me who it is, I’ll just call them right now and ask myself."
With no choice left, Zhou Ting sighed and said, "It's Zong Zeyu! Happy now? I just added him; give it back!"
Zhou Zishuo returned the phone to her but wore a slightly serious expression.
He asked earnestly, "What do you want to add him for? Do you need his help with something?"
Zhou Ting tucked her phone away and began working in the kitchen again. "It's just making friends. Who wouldn't want to get to know someone so exceptional?"
Following behind Zhou Ting, Zhou Zishuo understood his sister well. His usually aloof sister never paid much attention to men. In Zhou Ting's small world, there were only two important things: either passing the civil service exam or obtaining a lawyer's license.
Zhou Zishuo knew that if any man was added to Zhou Ting's WeChat contacts, it likely meant one thing—Zhou Ting had taken an interest in him. He felt uncertain about how to handle such a situation; he couldn't interfere in his sister's romantic affairs. He always believed that wealthy and powerful men were unlikely to be family-oriented.
Zhou Zishuo moved closer to Zhou Ting and seriously reminded her, "I don't care what your intentions are for adding Zong Zeyu as a friend. I must warn you that men of his status are not suitable as boyfriends, let alone husbands."
Zhou Ting ignored him and continued cleaning the cutting board in front of her.
He pressed on, "If you want to date, I can help you screen potential partners. You’re still young, and I’m older than you. I understand men; I know what kind of man is suitable for a stable life and which ones are not. At the very least, he should be responsible like our brother."
Zhou Ting put down the cleaning cloth and turned to look at Zhou Zishuo. "What kind of man is suitable for dating? Do you really think a man like our brother is fit for romance? Sacrificing his life for the country and leaving Dao Wen waiting in anguish, only to end up with a box of ashes? Is that what you call happiness?"
Zhou Zishuo felt a surge of emotion. "He had no choice! If it were me, I would choose my Motherland too! Dao Wen also acknowledged our brother's choice!"
Zhou Ting's expression turned bitter. "Yes, I admit it—between the country and family, one must choose the Motherland; there’s no comparison. But do you think Dao Wen is happy? The reason you don’t want me to keep calling her sister-in-law is that you hope she can move on from the past, right? I'm not that noble; I just want to date simply, find a man I admire, get the job I want after graduation, and live a stable life. I'm not denying our brother's achievements or Dao Wen's sacrifices; I just can't be as great as Dao Wen. I'm just an ordinary citizen who wants a peaceful life."
Zhou Zishuo quietly watched Zhou Ting, realizing that she genuinely had feelings for Zong Zeyu. Just as she had said, it was an ordinary woman's admiration for an exceptional man.
He reiterated, "I mean no harm; I'm just trying to remind you that men like Zong Zeyu are surrounded by women. I'm worried about your heart."
Zhou Ting replied, "I only sent two emojis; there's nothing to be so sensitive about." With that, she left the kitchen.
Zhou Zishuo stood there in silence for a long time.
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