Xu Zhu was stunned by the words, and then heard what seemed like a make-up sentence: "I mean, a good employee."
Xu Zhu's mouth curved with delight, and he glanced proudly at Ye Shunan.
Did you hear that? Mr. Du and I are on the same side, no one should try to cause discord!
Ye Shunan sighed with pity, it seemed that no one could tame this kid.
"Okay, you two sit down, I'll go get the dishes for you," Xu Zhu waved his hand, urging him to leave, and poured tea for Du Ziyou, handing it to him.
"Mr. Du, try their Maotian tea," he shot a fiery look at Du Ziyou. The latter felt it and resisted the urge to move, and took a sip of the tea.
Xu Zhu showed a toothy grin. He was thrilled, as Mr. Du was usually reserved and reportedly sharp-tongued, but had just praised him!
Was it praise, right? A good employee!
No, the key point was that the praise came from Mr. Du, Du Ziyou!
This achievement was enough to go down in history!
Xu Zhu almost couldn't control himself from whistling.
Once in a good mood, talking became easier, especially for someone who was already garrulous.
From the abalone and stewed goose palm, to the snacks at Bing's restaurant, to some anecdotes about colleagues, and the confidential matters in the workplace, they discussed a wide range of topics.
Initially, Du Ziyou just responded with perfunctory sounds, but gradually started to speak a bit more. When it came to work-related topics, he became even more talkative, and even hinted at some confidential matters among the higher-ups, but was unwilling to reveal more.
"Director Han," Du Ziyou hesitated and said, "The person who attacked me last time..."
Xu Zhu chewed his food, watching him.
"We have decided to go through legal procedures, and the compensation will be deposited into your account."
Xu Zhu swallowed his food and said, "But I didn't incur any injury, and the compensation will be paid by you. It's not necessary."
Du Ziyou poked the shrimp ball in the bowl with his chopsticks, remaining silent.
"What about you," Xu Zhu held out his hand to him, palm facing upwards, "how's the injury on your hand?"
Du Ziyou's gaze fell on his outstretched hand, with wheat-colored skin, distinct arm muscles, bulging veins, and clearly defined hand bones, full of strength. It was a completely different kind of masculine and robust compared to his own, as if once caught by him, he could never escape from his palm.
Du Ziyou's injured left hand was hidden under the table, clenched and rubbing against a shallow scar.
"It's healed," he said, keeping his hand under the table.
Xu Zhu withdrew his hand at his words, continuing to deal with the food in front of him.
The two of them left the restaurant and went straight back to Du's house, where Wei Yi quickly turned on the lights, heard the sound, and rushed out to greet them.
"Mr. Du," she called, then turned to the person coming out of the driver's seat, somewhat surprised, "Mr. Xu." Xu Zhu had left his contact information with her before, so she remembered him.
Xu Zhu smiled and nodded, greeting her, then took a bag from the car and said, "Yi, put this in the fridge. It can be kept for a week."
Wei Yi quickly took it and asked, "What is it?"
Du Ziyou hadn't gone back inside yet, and glanced at him.
"It's mung bean cake made by my friend. It tastes pretty good, but many people find it too sweet," he turned his head to look at Du Ziyou, "Mr. Du, if you think it's okay after trying it, I can arrange for the next batch to be delivered to you."
Wei Yi immediately looked at Du Ziyou, but the door's lights dimmed, making it hard to see his expression.
Seeing that he didn't refuse, she accepted, "Okay, I'll put it in the fridge later."
"And this," Xu Zhu got into the car and brought out some chocolates, also giving them to Wei Yi, "It's hot now, so remember to keep it in a cool place. The chocolate has a long shelf life and can be eaten slowly."
Wei Yi repeatedly agreed.
Xu Zhu said goodbye and left, and called a car to return to work in the company.
Aunt Wei watched him leave, his tall and sturdy figure walking briskly, displaying the vitality of a young man. Even she couldn't help but smile, being infected by his energy.
"Cough." Du Ziyou cleared his throat, "Just do as he said."
"Okay!" Aunt Wei followed him into the house, hesitated for a moment and tried, "That Mr. Xu... seems like a nice person."
Du Ziyou took off his coat with his back turned to her, giving a simple "Hmm."
Aunt Wei felt a tinge of joy.
Mr. Du was the one she had raised, treating him as her own son, but due to the difference in status, she couldn’t meddle in certain matters.
She watched him become more and more distant, feeling anxious but powerless. Now, finally encountering someone he was willing to accept, she hoped that if they could become friends, he might become more cheerful.
Aunt Wei gathered her courage, opening the refrigerator while casually saying, "Mr. Xu has helped so much, why don't we invite him for dinner one day to show our gratitude?"
No response.
Aunt Wei thought he had gone upstairs, but when she turned around, she found him hanging his coat on the sofa, standing in silence, lost in thought.
A moment later, he muttered, "We'll see," and went upstairs, heading straight to his room.
The house wasn't big, having been bought a few years ago, and usually only he and Aunt Wei lived there, occasionally hiring a cleaner.
His room occupied almost the entire second floor, connected to a study, with thick carpets and a solemn style. The bookshelves and desktops were dust-free, and everything was neatly arranged, as if it were a museum exhibit that no one had ever used.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, he turned on the light, making the room as bright as day.
Sitting silently at the desk, he bent down after a while, opened a drawer, and pulled out a folder. With slender fingers, he flipped through the pages of the white paper with black text.
The first page was a simple resume, with a name, age, and a passport photo in the upper right corner, showing Xu Zhuo with a crew cut smiling directly at him.