She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

It was obvious that he was planning to interfere, but Zhou Congjia still felt distressed when he saw that she was sad because of Lu Cheng.

"Let's talk about something," Shen Weicang adjusted his mood and said with a faint smile, "It's just a marriage between us. It's all about interests, nothing more."

Zhou Congjia thought about the mention of Shen just now, she became depressed and understood something.

He clenched his hands slowly, thinking of Lu Cheng's reckless look and unreasonable character, and his heartache for Shen Weicang was beyond words.

His voice was extremely low, but it seemed to be brewing a storm: "Even if it is an arranged marriage, marriage still accounts for half of it. Marriage is such an important matter. How could he treat you badly?"

Shen Weicang shook his head and smiled, and said calmly: "You...you don't understand. The real marriage is about interests. The Shen family needs to rely on the Lu family. How dare I ask for anything in front of Lu Cheng."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked at Zhou Congjia, blinked her bright eyes, and saw the hidden emotions and passionate feelings in his eyes. Suddenly, she seemed to be burned invisibly, and hurriedly looked away.

"You don't have to worry about me," she said, trying to hide the truth. "Compared to most people, I'm already very happy. At least I've never lacked money. As for love, I don't expect it either."

Zhou Congjia felt extremely bitter in his heart. He should have taken the opportunity to step on Lu Cheng a few more times in front of Shen Weicang to get closer to her, but at this moment he couldn't utter a word, as if there was something stuck in his throat.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Weicang felt a little uneasy again: "Cong Jia, did what I said remind you of something sad?"

Zhou Congjia opened his mouth with difficulty: "No, Cang Cang."

His voice was a little hoarse and he cleared his throat again.

Shen Weicang stood up and served him a bowl of soup. "Why is your throat hoarse? Drink some soup."

Zhou Congjia hurried to answer it, and his heart was filled with ripples again. Cangcang is such a gentle person, but Lu Cheng does not cherish her.

"Cang Cang, I can do it myself."

Shen Weicang's hand trembled, and the bowl fell to one side. Zhou Congjia subconsciously held her hand tightly, allowing most of the steaming soup to spill onto her hand.

The table was not particularly wide, but Shen Weicang still needed to lean over slightly to pass the bowl over. At this time, Zhou Congjia was holding his hand, and this posture was not comfortable.

She exclaimed in surprise, quickly pulled her hand out, and walked around the table a few steps to come over: "Cong Jia, you are not burned, right?"

This man is so stupid. It's good enough that she didn't get scalded. Why is he still holding her hand after the soup spilled out? What if the soup flows through the gap onto her hand?

It's so sticky and disgusting.

Shen Weicang wanted to take Zhou Congjia's hand to check it out, but after taking a quick look, she honestly withdrew her hand. It was greasy and a bit disgusting, so she couldn't bring herself to do it:

"Why is it so badly burned? There should be a bathroom in this room, go and take a shower."

Zhou Congjia stood up and walked to the bathroom to rinse with cold water. Shen Weicang stood at the door with a guilty look on his face: "Congjia, I'm sorry, I didn't hold it firmly and you got burned."

"It's okay, Cang Cang. I didn't hold it steady when I took it. How can I blame you?"

Zhou Congjia rinsed the soup off his hands and wiped them with a towel. He looked up and saw her aggrieved face in the mirror. He turned around quickly:

"Cang Cang, don't always take the blame on yourself. This really can't be blamed on you."

Shen Weicang pursed his lips. After hearing his words, he wanted to smile to show that he was fine, but he couldn't smile. The moment he blinked, tears fell.

Zhou Congjia was frightened. He raised his hand to wipe her tears, but Shen Weicang turned his face away.

She had just been splashed with soup, so even if Zhou Congjia washed it clean, she would still feel uncomfortable. Don't touch her face with this hand.

Zhou Congjia's hand froze in the air, with a conspicuous red mark on the back of his hand, which was caused by the burn just now.

The bony fingers were slightly curled up, and the veins on the back of the hands were exposed, giving off a strange kind of sexual tension.

"Cangcang, don't cry." Zhou Congjia reacted quickly, put his arm around her shoulders, walked to the table, took out a few tissues and gently wiped her tears.

He asked gently, "Did anything happen?"

Shen Weicang lowered her head slightly, and Zhou Congjia could only see her blinking, tears still falling silently.

She took a breath, suddenly raised her head, walked to the clothes rack, picked up her bag, and said calmly:

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure. I'm afraid we can't have this meal. I'm really sorry for affecting your mood. Let's do it another time..."

She paused, then continued, "I'll treat you another day. Goodbye."

After saying that, she walked towards the door. How could Zhou Congjia let her leave in this state? He took a step forward with his long legs and easily caught up with her.

As soon as Shen Weicang's hand grasped the door handle, Zhou Congjia grabbed her hand: "Cangcang."

"Please don't leave. Tell me what happened. Maybe I can help you."

The man's gentle voice made Shen Weicang unable to hold back the grievance in her heart any longer. She turned around and threw herself into Zhou Congjia's arms, hugging his waist:

"Cong Jia, I feel so sad. There are some things... there are some things I can't tell anyone."

Zhou Congjia was startled at first, but after hearing her crying, he immediately ignored everything else and hugged her tightly: "Then Cang Cang, tell me all your grievances."

Shen Weicang cried so sadly that he couldn't eat the meal for the time being, so the two of them sat on the sofa.

"I still can't accept this kind of life, Congjia, am I being too hypocritical?" She was held in Zhou Congjia's arms, "I have tried very hard to convince myself."

She spoke seriously about the reasons that convinced her:

"I am the eldest daughter of the Shen family. The Shen family has spent countless money to train me. It is something that ordinary people dare not even think about. Besides, I will not suffer any loss by marrying into the Lu family."

"Lu Cheng's appearance and ability are both top-notch. He is not the kind of drunkard or playboy..."

But at the end, there was still a strong reluctance in her voice:

"But my heart is becoming more and more confused and anxious. I can't figure out why. Cong Jia, do you think I am complaining without any reason?"

Zhou Congjia shook his head: "How can this be hypocritical? How can this be whining without any reason?"

"Do you love Lu Cheng?"

Shen Weicang was stunned for a moment and avoided the question: "Love or not is not that important."

"But I think a loveless marriage is like a grave, like a cage, and it is torture for people."

Shen Weicang leaned on his shoulder and remained silent for a long time, then smiled bitterly:

"But I have no choice but Lu Cheng, and I have never met anyone who loves me, let alone someone I love."

There are many people who love her, but there is no one she loves.

After spending some time with Zhou Congjia recently, the little devil in Shen Weicang's heart began to stir again.

There are so many men who come to him to be abused, and Shen Weicang still has to screen them.

If Zhou Congjia's figure, temperament and appearance did not meet her requirements, he would not have the honor of being toyed with by her.

Shen Weicang's voice gradually lowered. When Zhou Congjia wiped her tears just now, she sniffed quietly to make sure that there was no greasy or fishy smell on his hands before she reluctantly let him hold her hand.

Her fingers curled up unconsciously, as if she had just realized that she was being held by him. She struggled out in a hurry, her face flushed.

Zhou Congjia didn't do anything, just looked at her sincerely:

"Cang Cang, you should bravely refuse things you don't want to do. Lu Cheng is not suitable for you. He doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone better."

Shen Weicang bit her lip, her eyes flashing with excitement and struggle, but she finally calmed down. She finally looked at Zhou Congjia deeply, and that look was filled with all kinds of unspeakable emotions.

"Cong Jia, forget what I said tonight. Some things are destined not to have a good outcome, so it's better not to start."

After saying that, she stood up again and walked out.

As she expected, Zhou Congjia did not chase her out.

Shen Weicang walked out of Jinshixuan, and the expression on his face had long disappeared.

Cheng Songzhou jumped out from nowhere and hugged her: "Cang Cang, you finally came out, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"