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Lu Peichuan didn't seem to care at all. "It's nothing."

"How could nothing be wrong?" Bai Yuxiu examined it again carefully. "These are clearly fingerprints." She then turned to Rong Zheng, angrily demanding, "You hit him?"

Rong Zheng could feel everyone's eyes on her in the living room. If Song Shiyan hadn't been there, she could have openly admitted that she was the one who hit him, and even argued with them about how outrageous Lu Peichuan had been in order to avoid a divorce.

But now that Song Shiyan was here, she suddenly became a little nervous, afraid that he would notice something.

Lu Peichuan frowned and said, "Mom, don't interfere in our affairs."

Bai Yuxiu was both angry and heartbroken. "How could I not care? You are my own flesh and blood. I have never been able to bear to touch you since you were a child. How dare she hit you? What right does she have to hit you? You all..."

"Mom!" Lu Peichuan interrupted Bai Yuxiu, "It's just a small misunderstanding, why are you making such a fuss?"

Bai Yuxiu said with exasperation, "She hit you, and you're still protecting her?"

Lu Peichuan took Rong Zheng's hand. "She is my wife, so of course I will protect her."

Rong Zheng glanced at Lu Peichuan, then lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Lu Yunshan glanced back and forth between Lu Peichuan and Rong Zheng, tightened his grip on his cane, and said, suppressing his temper, "Let's eat."

Bai Yuxiu was so angry she was full of anger, she couldn't eat anything. She said, "I have no appetite, you guys eat," and went upstairs.

None of them are easy to deal with. Lu Yunshan looked at Song Shiyan and awkwardly tugged at the corner of his lips, "I'm sorry you had to see this."

Song Shiyan said calmly, "We're all family, it's alright."

"Let's go eat," Lu Yunshan said, and walked towards the restaurant first.

As Song Shiyan walked toward the restaurant, he glanced discreetly at Lu Peichuan and Rong Zheng's clasped hands.

After Song Shiyan left, Rong Zheng immediately pulled her hand out of Lu Peichuan's palm and whispered, "Don't think I'll thank you. You brought this all on yourself."

After dinner, Lu Peichuan wanted to discuss work with Song Shiyan, but Rong Zheng didn't want to wait for him, so she made an excuse that she was worried about her daughter and went home first.

After discussing work, Lu Peichuan left.

Song Shiyan returned to his room and started a video conference. After it ended, he took a cigarette case and a lighter and prepared to go to the window for a smoke. His phone rang at that moment. He didn't answer it right away. Instead, he walked to the window, placed the phone on the windowsill, and answered it on speakerphone.

He tilted his head slightly to light a cigarette. A man's voice came from the phone, "When are you coming back to Beijing?"

The image of Rong Zheng and Lu Peichuan holding hands flashed through Song Shiyan's mind. He took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a deep, clear voice, "Tomorrow."

"You finally decided to come back. You even personally oversaw such a small project in Jiangcheng. I really don't know what you were thinking."

Song Shiyan remained silent, smoking without saying a word.

After a few seconds, the person on the other end asked, "Is that all? I'm hanging up now?"

Song Shiyan didn't reply, and the other end didn't dare to hang up. After a while, having smoked half a cigarette, Song Shiyan finally raised an eyebrow and spoke: "I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

What does it mean when a woman slaps a man?

"That means the woman is angry."

Song Shiyan frowned slightly. "Nonsense."

There was a dry laugh on the other end. "You're just rambling, so I can't really analyze it for you. Is this woman and man in a cooperative relationship?"

"They are husband and wife."

"A married couple?" The person on the other end seemed surprised. "Do you mean you want to know how their relationship is?"

Song Shiyan let out a soft "hmm" through his nose.

It's quite alarming when a man who's indifferent to women suddenly asks about someone's marital relationship. "You wouldn't happen to have your eye on a married woman, would you?" The next second, he immediately denies it, "What are you thinking? You don't even look down on socialites and heiresses, how could you possibly be interested in a married woman?"

"Get to the point." Song Shiyan's voice was tinged with impatience.

"As for husband and wife..." The other end paused, as if thinking about how to say it, "If a husband can force his wife to take action, then he must have done something extremely heinous, something that makes it unbearable."

Song Shiyan's slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. "Continue."

"This wife must be very disappointed in her husband. I think this is a sign that their relationship is about to break down."

Song Shiyan paused slightly in his smoking motion. "A broken relationship?"

"Well, things are different now than before. It used to be common for couples to fight, but now it's rare. Physical violence has become a matter of principle, especially slapping someone, which is particularly humiliating. If it comes to this, there's basically no affection left between the couple."

Song Shiyan's thin lips curled slightly. "Contact the housekeeper about the motorcycle and have him give you the key."

The person on the other end was surprised. "Holy crap, I've been asking you for that motorcycle for ages, and you wouldn't give it to me. Why are you suddenly agreeing?"

"You don't want it?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Feel free to ask me any questions in the future, I'll answer them to the best of my ability. Also, I'll book a private room for you tomorrow to welcome you home. What time is your flight? I'll pick you up."

I'm not replying.

"Huh? Didn't you just say tomorrow..."

Noisy.

Song Shiyan hung up the phone immediately, smoked a cigarette, looked at the night outside, and suddenly felt that the moon was particularly beautiful tonight.

The next day, Rong Zheng arrived at the hospital, picked up her exam admission ticket, and chatted with her colleagues who were also preparing for the exam. Just then, the hospital director's assistant came over and said, "Director Rong, the director wants to see you in his office."

"Okay." Rong Zheng arrived at the dean's office door and knocked on the open door. "Dean, you wanted to see me?"

Zhang Bonian nodded, got up from his office chair, and sat down on the sofa with Rong Zheng. "The time for your training at the First Affiliated Hospital has been set, in a week. I checked your vacation time, you still have two weeks left."

"I have fully recovered and can return to work ahead of schedule."

Remembering what happened last time, Zhang Bonian reminded him, "You should discuss the matter of starting work early with President Lu. If he doesn't agree, I can ask around at the First Affiliated Hospital to see if you can report for duty later."

This was her own business, and there was no need to discuss it with Lu Peichuan, but Rong Zheng knew the dean's concerns, so she said, "Okay."

After leaving the dean's office, it was almost time. Rong Zheng and her colleagues took a car provided by the hospital to a university for an exam.

On the bus, a colleague deliberately sat next to Rong Zheng and asked somewhat shyly, "Director Rong, could I ask you for a favor?"

Rong Zheng looked at her, "What kind of busyness?"

"My mother-in-law broke her leg. Now I have to go to work and take care of her every day. This afternoon at 6 pm, it was my turn to do an online consultation. I just got home. I have to cook and bathe my mother-in-law. I really don't have the time. Can you help me?"

Rong Zheng nodded, "No problem."

My colleague immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She was probably too tired lately, because her eyes were red. "Thank you. You're on maternity leave, so I shouldn't be bothering you. I've just been so busy lately, always asking others to cover for me. I feel bad troubling them again."

"It's alright, I've recovered."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

Rong Zheng smiled and nodded, saying okay.

At 6 p.m., Rong Zheng logged into her account on time. About half an hour later, she ran into an "old acquaintance" again, the woman who had anonymously consulted her doctor.