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Liu Haoming walked to the door and turned back to look at his daughter, who was pouting with a face full of displeasure. He thought to himself that even a girl her age should have her own opinions. Well, let her be. With that thought, he pointed at Ziya and said, "You have a point in your protest, but you must promise me and your mother that there won't be any more incidents like yesterday. Think things through before acting impulsively."
"Alright, Dad. It seems you and Mom have had your disagreements too! Enough already!" Ziya perked up when she heard her father agree to let her continue working. Her mood lifted, and she relaxed from the earlier gloom, managing a smile. Although her smile seemed a bit forced and carried a hint of bitterness, knowing that Zhou Chen was there supporting her in the background brought her some relief, making her feel lighter than ever before. Zi Anqing looked on helplessly as she watched her daughter head to her bedroom to change clothes. She furrowed her brow in thought for a long while before pulling out her phone and stepping onto the small balcony off the kitchen.
Ziya entered her bedroom and pulled out a letter from under her pillow, still stained with the tears she had shed last night. She pressed the letter against her face, feeling a warmth from it. Inhaling the unique scent of the paper made her eyes redden; she struggled to contain her emotions and quickly took a deep breath before folding the letter and placing it in the wardrobe.
"Anqing, what are you doing? I’m heading to work!" Ziya called out loudly when she didn’t see Zi Anqing after leaving her room. She continued calling as she walked toward the kitchen door, pulling open the glass partition to find her mother on the phone.
Zi Anqing didn’t notice Ziya entering; when Ziya opened the glass door, Zi Anqing hurriedly said into her phone, "Alright, just like that..."
"Anqing, who are you talking to? Why so secretive? Is it..." Ziya teased with a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"What are you talking about? I'm your mother! You’ve spoiled me with your attitude..." Zi Anqing stepped out of the glass partition with her daughter and playfully pinched Ziya's arm.
"Make sure to dress warmly; autumn is coming soon. Don’t catch a cold."
"I know, thanks Anqing. Bye!" Ziya said as she reached the door, changed out of her slippers into sneakers, waved goodbye to Zi Anqing, and stepped out into the elevator. Just as the elevator reached the next floor, it suddenly stopped.
"Ziya..." Ziya jumped in surprise as Zhou Chen appeared at the elevator entrance on the fifteenth floor. He smiled brightly as always, exuding a sunny demeanor.
"Uh... you're really early!"
"Just waiting for you!" Zhou Chen replied as the elevator started moving again. They both stepped out one after another.
The elevator doors slid open with a whoosh, revealing the neighbor and Ziya walking by. Ziya's eyes darted to the side, seemingly engaged in conversation with someone.
"Ziya, are you okay?" The neighbor finally stopped, turning to call out to her.
"What is it, Auntie?" Ziya quickly realized she might have been acting a bit too infatuated, making an effort to distance herself from Zhou Chen and smiled awkwardly at the neighbor.
"No, I meant just now?"
"Cough, cough... I was just heading to work. I'm interning at the News Agency!"
"Oh! I heard from your mom that you're going to perform in a play. I'll definitely come to support you. No need to mind me, you can continue..." The neighbor mistakenly thought Ziya was practicing for the play and chuckled sheepishly, feeling like she had interrupted some artistic inspiration.
Ziya clicked her tongue, relieved she hadn't held Zhou Chen's hand earlier; otherwise, this gossiping aunt would have spread rumors everywhere. She deliberately kept a distance between them, awkwardly walking ahead and behind as they made their way to the entrance, barely daring to speak for fear of running into acquaintances in the neighborhood.
Buses came and went, and people on the street moved like a revolving lantern, one group after another. The gentle breeze was intoxicating, and with Zhou Chen by her side, Ziya felt particularly cheerful. Before long, they arrived at the entrance of the News Agency building, where several workers were busy outside, and a crane was set up nearby.
"What are you all doing?" Ziya asked curiously as she noticed some thick steel wires tied around the Stone Lion statue.
"Moving it," replied a worker with dark skin tersely while continuing his task of securing the wires.
Ziya stepped into the Guard Room and approached the fingerprint scanner. As she placed her hand on it, her mind lingered on the Stone Lion being moved outside. The security guard glanced at the beautiful intern before him and became more familiar with her presence.
"You're here?"
"Hello!" Ziya responded politely and humbly to the greeting.
"Ugh! What’s so good about it?" the security guard suddenly sighed, a look of dejection on his face.
"What’s wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"You... just help us tell Zhang, the Chief Editor, to buy us an insurance policy! Look at Luo Daoming... sigh! Leaving behind his family like that, if he had bought insurance, at least there would be some compensation!"
"Wasn't it a car accident? Shouldn't the driver be fully responsible?" Ziya became interested when she heard Luo Daoming's name.
"That's what they say, but the incident happened in the middle of the night, and they still haven't found the vehicle responsible. They even checked the surveillance footage, but strangely enough, there was no sign of any vehicle entering or leaving."
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