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Rong Zheng subconsciously thought of Luo Qinghe, but the next second, she immediately suppressed the thought.

Marrying into a wealthy family is not a good ending; she is the best example of that.

Looking back on the year she married Lu Peichuan, was she truly happy?

not at all.

She and Lu Peichuan rarely saw each other, and she suffered more from the exclusion, disdain and harassment of Lu Peichuan's family due to their social class consciousness.

The Song family is an even bigger and more powerful family than the Lu family, and the relationships between them are even more complicated. There will be more things to deal with, and she doesn't want her best friend to suffer here.

Before she could figure out how to answer, Lu Xingyao spoke up, "Madam, her friends are all ordinary people. How could they be worthy of Brother Song? With Brother Song's status, he should naturally be matched with a socialite."

Rong Zheng knew what Lu Xingyao was thinking, but she agreed with what she said, "Yaoyao is right."

Lu Xingyao was surprised that Rong Zheng would agree with her. The next moment, a smug look flashed in her eyes. She thought Rong Zheng knew what was good for her.

Shen Qiuxian frowned and gently patted Rong Zheng's hand. "No, marriage is not about matching social status, but about mutual affection. Just like you and Pei Chuan, aren't you very happy now? What a wonderful couple."

Rong Zheng smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

"The old lady is right." Lu Peichuan looked at Rong Zheng with deep affection. "Marriage is about mutual affection."

Rong Zheng almost lost her composure when she saw Lu Peichuan's gaze. She didn't want to put on that act of deep, affectionate eye contact, so she changed the subject, "Madam, is dinner ready?"

"Look at me, we got so caught up in our conversation that we forgot all about it. Are you hungry? Come on, let's go eat." Shen Qiuxian slowly stood up.

Rong Zheng supported her arm.

The group walked toward the restaurant next door.

After the meal, everyone went to the tea room for tea. Afterwards, Madam Song wanted to take a nap, so Rong Zheng and the others left.

After leaving the main building, Lu Xingyao said she wanted to go to the racetrack, and Bai Yuxiu agreed to go with her. Lu Yunshan said he wanted to play golf, and Lu Peichuan naturally accompanied him.

Lu Peichuan looked at Rong Zheng, "Zhengzheng, would you like to go to the golf course with me?"

Rong Zheng shook her head.

Lu Peichuan then said, "Then you and Mom go to the racetrack. I'll come find you after I finish playing ball."

Rong Zheng's brows furrowed slightly with impatience. It was clear she didn't want to stay with them. "I'm tired. I want to go back and rest. You guys go have fun." Without giving him a chance to speak, she lifted her foot and walked directly towards the tram.

There were many trams parked on the main building site, each with a male butler on board. In a short while, Rong Zheng parted ways with Lu Peichuan and the others.

Rong Zheng returned to the small building, took the blanket that had been placed in the living room back to her room, then sent a video to Xu Ma, watched her daughter for a while, and after hanging up, she took out the medical book she had brought and sat on the sofa to read it.

I fell asleep without realizing it while watching.

In her sleep, she vaguely smelled a cool, refreshing scent of wood. It felt as if a feather had gently brushed against her forehead, making her feel a little itchy. She raised her hand to touch it, but found nothing.

She pursed her lips and went back to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a cell phone rang in the room.

Rong Zheng suddenly woke up with a start, opened her eyes, and saw Song Shiyan sitting on the single sofa opposite her, taking out his phone to answer a call through her blurry vision.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and after a few seconds, seeing that tall figure was still in her sight, she instantly became alert and her eyes widened in surprise.

Song Shiyan, it really is Song Shiyan.

What is he doing here?

When did he arrive?

The cool, woody scent she smelled was from him. She had smelled it when he caught her in his car after it braked suddenly last time.

But you can only smell the fragrance when you get close. He was sitting opposite her, so far away. How could she smell it?

She recalled the time she had a massive hemorrhage; she had smelled Song Shiyan's scent in her dream, so she must have been dreaming just now.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" the man's deep, clear voice rang out.

Rong Zheng snapped out of her daze and saw that Song Shiyan had already finished his call. "It's nothing, what are you doing here, brother?"

Song Shiyan looked at Rong Zheng's slightly flushed face after waking up, then looked away after only a moment. "I've come to talk to Pei Chuan about something."

It turned out they were looking for Lu Peichuan. "He went to play golf with his grandfather."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly, stood up, and said, "Then I'll be going now."

Rong Zheng stood up to see him off, saying, "Take care, elder brother."

As Song Shiyan reached the door, he stopped. "Did you need something?"

Rong Zheng looked blank. "No."

Song Shiyan glanced at Rong Zheng for two seconds before leaving.

Rong Zheng stood at the door watching Song Shiyan's tall figure walk downstairs, and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Why is he suddenly asking me if I have something to say to him?"

When did she contact him?

Suddenly, Rong Zheng remembered that when she first arrived at the manor, she had asked Fang Zheng whether Song Shiyan was staying there and whether he would be coming back at night. Could it be that Fang Zheng had told him?

Oh, right, the gift.

Rong Zheng hurriedly called out, "Big brother, wait a moment."

Song Shiyan froze, then turned around after a couple of seconds. "What is it?"

"I do need to speak with you. Wait a moment." Rong Zheng said, turning and entering the room. A moment later, she came out with a gift, walked up to Song Shiyan, and said, "This is for you."

Looking at the beautifully wrapped gift bag in Rong Zheng's hand, Song Shiyan's usually calm eyes flashed with disbelief. When he looked up at Rong Zheng, only silence remained. "For me?"

"Mm." Rong Zheng nodded. "Thank you for the blood type test at the hospital last time, and thank you for appearing in time to save us when I gave birth to Tangtang. I know this gift is nothing compared to your kindness to me, but I still want to express my gratitude."

Song Shiyan reached out to take it.

Rong Zheng suddenly remembered that Fang Zheng had stopped Lu Xingyao from giving Song Shiyan a gift last time, so she withdrew and said, "I remember Assistant Fang said that anything I give you must be checked. I'm sorry, I didn't remember at the moment. I've already expressed my gratitude in person. I'll give the gift to Assistant Fang later."

Song Shiyan withdrew his hand from the air, letting it hang at his side. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together briefly. "Hmm." After a pause, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Rong Zheng shook her head.

Song Shiyan raised his hand, his long, slender fingers pinching his brow. "What do you want the room for?"

Rong Zheng: "..."

Why does Assistant Fang tell Song Shiyan everything?

She couldn't very well tell him that she wanted to sleep in separate rooms from Lu Peichuan, because that would expose their divorce.

Rong Zheng gave an awkward smile. "Pei Chuan has a video conference tonight. I'm preparing for the chief physician exam and need to study. I was thinking of finding a quiet room to study, but I don't need it now. I think the tea room downstairs is quite suitable."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly. "If you need anything, you can call the butler."

"Yes, I know."

Song Shiyan nodded again, glanced at the gift bag in Rong Zheng's hand, and turned to go downstairs.

Rong Zheng watched Song Shiyan's figure disappear from sight, and let out a soft breath. The boss's aura was truly formidable. Every time she was with him, she felt extremely nervous.

Just like a student who has done something wrong facing a teacher, even though she has done nothing wrong, she can't help feeling nervous. This is probably the innate pressure that comes with being in a position of authority.

She was lost in thought for a moment, then turned around to go back to her room. She heard footsteps downstairs, turned around, and saw Fang Zheng stride into the small building.