Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

We were talking about serious matters when she suddenly started making inappropriate remarks.

Qin Yuhe chuckled: "What nonsense are you talking about? We're trying to conceive, why would I be drinking?"

Song Xinya: "Some men can't control their mouths even when they're trying to conceive, and they secretly drink behind their wives' backs."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm not that kind of man."

Song Xinya: "That's good. In short, you can't drink alcohol, and you definitely can't get drunk."

Qin Yuhe: "I've engraved it in my heart."

Song Xinya: "My darling, you're such a good girl."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

With a thud, the porcelain cup in his hand fell onto the table.

Song Xinya: "Did my words scare you?"

Qin Yuhe flexed his wrists: "No, it's just that my hands feel tight and stinging when I hold things for a long time, and the cup slipped from my hand."

Song Xinya paused for a moment, then asked, "During your time in Shanghai, did you continue with hand rehabilitation exercises and scar removal treatments?"

Qin Yuhe: "We've been doing it all along."

Song Xinya: "Take a picture of your palm and show it to me."

Qin Yuhe's wrist movement froze: "No need, there's nothing to see anyway."

Song Xinya raised her voice slightly: "I want to see."

Qin Yuhe's broad shoulders blocked the light, and he held his hand up in the shadows, took a picture of his palm, and sent it to her.

In the dim light, his palms seemed to be covered by a layer of gray gauze, making them difficult to see.

His attempt to cover it up didn't escape her notice; she still saw the scar on his palm.

"It seems like the treatment has stalled recently; the scars are still the same as before, with no change."

Qin Yuhe: "It's like reaching a plateau in weight loss; you can't lose any more weight after that."

Song Xinya: "How can that be the same? Patients get better and better with treatment until they recover. How can you stop halfway through treatment?"

I'm afraid that's how it will be from now on.

Those scars are still there.

Qin Yuhe had also anticipated this outcome and told her, "It's nothing, just a few more scars. You can move your hands and write. I can work and live a normal life."

Song Xinya felt a pang of pain in her heart.

The cup was so light that his hand started to hurt after holding it for only a short time. How could he be okay?

She pursed her lips, her eyes shining with determination: "Qin Yuhe, I will definitely find a way to heal your hand."

Hearing her extremely serious tone, Qin Yuhe worried that she was under pressure and that she would be disappointed in the end, so he said, "It would be great if you could get better, but it's okay if you can't. Don't force anything."

Song Xinya: "I'm determined to make this happen!"

I will not allow you to become incomplete because of me.

I want you to be well.

I want your hands to be as good as they were before!

.........

The next day, Song Xinya arrived at the company early and began to try every means to get close to Sheng Changpu, a top international burn specialist.

She had a client's information: a 17-year-old male high school student named Sheng Tianjun was looking for a tutor.

Sheng Changpu is Sheng Tianjun's father.

At 7:30 a.m., colleagues began to walk into the office one after another.

"Hey—? Why is there a cup of coffee on my desk?"

Song Xinya walked over and chatted with her colleagues, saying, "I came across a coffee shop promotion this morning, so I brought each of you a cup of coffee."

Colleagues cheered.

"They treated us to barbecue the night before last, and coffee this morning. While others go to work like they're going to a funeral, we go to work to improve our meals. This is just too wonderful."

"Such a great colleague deserves an award. I wouldn't watch 'Touching China' without you."

"Archimedes could move the earth, but he couldn't move my eyelids. I was feeling sleepy when the coffee arrived. Professor Song, you are my god."

After a brief chat, Song Xinya naturally started the conversation: "I didn't sleep well at all last night."

Colleagues: "Why didn't you sleep well?"

Song Xinya: "I feel like the client I'm going to visit today is going to be very difficult to deal with."

Colleagues: "Who is the client you're visiting today?"

Song Xinya: "Sheng Tianjun, has anyone visited him before and could share some experience with me?"

Upon asking this question, it turned out that someone had indeed visited Sheng Tianjun.

A female colleague said, "I remember Sheng Tianjun. When he was hiring tutors, he always specifically asked for female tutors."

"But in the past year, I don't know what happened, they suddenly started specifically requesting male teachers."

"When he specifically requested female teachers before, I went to his house once. He only glanced at me, didn't even let me give a trial lecture, and kicked me out, saying that I wasn't the person he was looking for."

The female colleague recalled the day she visited Sheng Tianjun, and felt a chill run down her spine.

"That Sheng Tianjun is really weird..."

Song Xinya: "Is it his appearance that's strange, or his way of doing things?"

Female colleague: "He's not weird in appearance, he's quite handsome, but his way of doing things is weird."

Song Xinya: "What are the specific manifestations?"

The female colleague shuddered again as she recalled the way Sheng Tianjun had looked at her back then.

How would you describe that look in your eyes?

It's not like students looking at teachers, but more like men looking at women.

A year has passed, but the female colleague still feels uncomfortable when she thinks about that look in his eyes.

However, she only met Sheng Tianjun once, and it's possible that this was her misconception and prejudice, making a hasty conclusion that is not good for a minor.

Female colleague: "Teacher Song, Mr. Zhao has been in charge of Sheng Tianjun's matter. She knows Sheng Tianjun very well. You can ask Mr. Zhao for some information."

Song Xinya: "Thanks."

Female colleague: "Don't mention it. I ate so much of your food and drank so much of your coffee. I should be thanking you."

Song Xinya returned to her workstation and saw Chen Siyan walking over.

Good morning, Teacher Song.

Good morning, Manager Chen.

As Chen Siyan sat at his workstation turning on his computer, Song Xinya slid towards him from her chair and asked, "Manager Chen, have you heard of this client, Sheng Tianjun?"

Chen Siyan: "I don't really know this kid. I only remember that he used to only hire female teachers."

"Hiring tutors isn't like hiring wives. Why differentiate between men and women? What's with this gender discrimination against male teachers?"

Chen Siyan gave Song Xinya some advice: "Zhao Yinian used to handle this client. She has information about this guy. Go ask Zhao Yinian."

Song Xinya: "Do you think Abbess Miejue would give it to me?"

Chen Siyan: "No."

Song Xinya's eyes seemed to say: Then why did you make me ask?

Chen Siyan: "You still have to have dreams, what if they come true? Anyway, it's just asking, it doesn't cost any money."

At this moment, Zhao Yinian arrived at the company and went straight into the office.

Chen Siyan: "Internal friction is like eating shit, anxiety is like eating future shit in advance, and depression is like repeatedly eating past shit. Recite this every day: 'I won't eat shit,' then go for it!"

Song Xinya stood up and walked into Zhao Yinian's office.

A minute later, she came out.

Chen Siyan: "How is it?"

Song Xinya: "Abbess Miejue said that the information about Sheng Tianjun is lost."

Chen Siyan: "It's fake, I'm just kidding."

"Although Zhao Yinian's character isn't great, she's very organized when it comes to doing things. She categorizes and saves every piece of client information carefully."

Song Xinya: "She just doesn't want to give it to me."

Chen Siyan: "If she won't give it to us, we can steal it."

"Zhao Yinian's client information is all kept on the second shelf of the bookcase. As long as she goes out for half an hour, we can find Sheng Tianjun's information, make a copy, and put the original back without anyone noticing, hehe."

"The key question is, why didn't they lock the door after letting Zhao Yinian out for half an hour?"

Song Xinya: "Something urgent must have happened suddenly, and she panicked and forgot to lock the door."

Chen Siyan: "This is really difficult. How can it be such a coincidence that something urgent suddenly happens?"

Song Xinya: "I have a way!"