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Song Shiyan looked at Rong Zheng's curled, trembling eyelashes and said, "Seatbelt."

It turned out he was helping her fasten her seatbelt, which terrified her.

As Song Shiyan reached for the seatbelt, Rong Zheng grabbed it first, saying, "I can do it myself."

Song Shiyan glanced at Rong Zheng, whose cheeks were flushed, gave a faint "hmm," and returned to his seat.

As the man's oppressive aura dissipated, Rong Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled on her seatbelt.

Song Shiyan took her to the First Hospital, which was very close to Jinxiu Huating, just a few minutes away. His apartment was on the 15th floor. He rang the doorbell, and Fang Zheng opened the door.

Fang Zheng saw Rong Zheng as if she were his savior, "Miss Rong, you're finally back."

Seeing Fang Zheng's utterly dejected expression, Rong Zheng asked, "What happened?"

"Aunt Xu is making dinner in the kitchen and asked me to look after Tangtang. I'm a grown man, how could I possibly take care of a child?"

Fang Zheng was upright and sturdy, like a rugged soldier. He didn't look like the kind of man who would take care of children. "Thank you for your hard work, Assistant Fang."

Fang Zheng felt that taking care of a child was really hard, even harder than helping Song Shiyan with her work. She dared not touch her, dared not hold her, and was even afraid of scaring her if she spoke loudly. It was just too difficult.

When Rong Zheng entered the room, Tangtang clearly recognized her, waving her arms and legs and grinning, as if saying to her: Mommy, I want a hug.

Her heart softened instantly. She picked up her daughter from the crib, and the daughter immediately snuggled against her, then blinked her dark, grape-like eyes at her, as if she had missed her terribly after a day apart.

Rong Zheng couldn't help but kiss her daughter's face repeatedly.

Looking at the affectionate mother and daughter under the living room light, Song Shiyan's cold and stern eyes softened, and he felt a sense of spring returning to his withered tree, or something breaking through the barren soil.

Just then, Rong Zheng's phone rang in her pocket, but she was holding her daughter and couldn't answer it.

Song Shiyan walked over in a few steps, "I'll carry you."

A hint of surprise flashed across Rong Zheng's eyes. Song Shiyan had sharp features and a cold aura that kept strangers at bay. She always felt that he was somewhat out of place with a child.

But now he's actually taking the initiative to hug Tangtang, so it seems he really likes her.

Rong Zheng slowly placed her daughter in his hands. The man's arm was a little stiff, and it was not hard to tell from his posture and technique that he had never held a child before.

"Bring your arms close to your chest, but don't hold them too tightly. Relax a little and let the child's head rest in the crook of your arms," ​​Rong Zheng subconsciously instructed him.

The ruthless and decisive man in the business world was now like an obedient schoolboy, earnestly doing as Rong Zheng instructed.

Rong Zheng took out her phone after seeing that he had held her properly.

Song Shiyan glanced at it casually and saw the caller ID: Pei Chuan.

Rong Zheng answered the phone, holding it as she walked to the window. "What is it?"

"The lights are off in the room. Aren't you home?"

"Are you in Jingyuan Garden?"

"Yes, things have settled down at the company. I bought some baby supplies to visit Tangtang."

Rong Zheng thought that she had already reported to the First Hospital and her job had stabilized, so she truthfully said, "I have joined the First Hospital of Beijing and am now in Beijing."

"You went to Beijing?" the man asked in surprise.

"Yes, it arrived yesterday."

"Why didn't you tell me about something this important beforehand?"

Rong Zheng pursed her lips. "Lu Peichuan, we're divorced."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. "...I didn't mean anything by it, but now that you're gone, how am I supposed to look after Tangtang?"

"You can come to Beijing, or I can go back to Jiangcheng when I have time."

Song Shiyan unconsciously tightened his grip on Tangtang, causing Tangtang to pout and burst into tears. He immediately loosened his grip, a rare hint of helplessness flashing across his usually calm eyes.

"Tangtang is crying, I'm not talking to you anymore." Rong Zheng hung up the phone immediately after saying this, and quickly walked to Song Shiyan. "Let me help you." Then she reached out and hugged Tangtang in his arms.

When she held him, the softness of her chest pressed tightly against Song Shiyan's arm, but she was completely unaware, her mind and eyes entirely focused on the crying child.

Song Shiyan felt as if an electric current was running through the skin of his arm, which made his body stiffen for a moment. He stood there for two seconds in the position of holding the person before his hands slowly fell down.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and the long-dormant flame within him seemed to be rekindling.

His burning gaze fell upon Rong Zheng.

She held the child and gently comforted him, showing no awareness whatsoever of setting him on fire.

A faint hint of self-mockery and helplessness flashed across Song Shiyan's eyes. Her unintentional touch seemed to ignite a wildfire within him, and his restrained heart began to stir.

Rong Zheng was comforting her daughter when she suddenly saw Song Shiyan walk past her, hurrying towards the door. "Big brother, are you leaving?"

"Hmm." Song Shiyan didn't even turn his head to respond.

Fang Zheng followed, completely bewildered. Wasn't he supposed to stay for dinner? Why was he suddenly leaving?

"I'm not eating..." Rong Zheng hadn't finished speaking when the man's figure disappeared through the door. She couldn't help but mutter, "Why did he leave so quickly? Did something urgent happen?"

After calming her daughter down, Rong Zheng began to look around the room. The black, white, and gray decor was simple yet elegant, and the furniture was complete and of high quality, clearly expensive. There were three bedrooms and a study.

It just so happens that she gets one room, Xu Ma gets one room, and Tangtang gets one room.

Rong Zheng was extremely satisfied with the house. She happily kissed Tangtang's soft little face and said, "Baby, thanks to you, if it weren't for your help, how could Mommy have rented such a nice house at such a low price?"

Suddenly, she remembered she hadn't paid the rent yet. So she put her daughter on the bed, took out her phone, and transferred a year's rent to Song Shiyan. Then she sent a message: "Brother, this is a year's rent. Please check."

Rong Zheng waited for a while, but the other end didn't accept the call. Remembering that he had left in a hurry earlier, he must have been busy, so she didn't pay any more attention to it, put down her phone, and took her daughter out to eat.

The next day.

On Rong Zheng's first day at work, she was specially recruited, unlike the other trainees.

Those who learn will follow their instructors throughout the entire process, focusing on observation, hands-on practice, and shadowing; they will not be assigned to independently and fully manage patients.

She was assigned a job immediately upon joining the company. Although she was a key member of her department at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, she was a complete newcomer at the First Affiliated Hospital.

The medical resources, the types of patients encountered, and the medical equipment here are all more comprehensive and extensive than those in Jiangcheng.

Rong Zheng was naturally assigned to the Department of Psychiatry. The department director did not rush to assign her any work, but instead asked her to familiarize herself with the hospital environment first.

She walked into the outpatient building and went to the navigation map to check which floor the Department of Psychiatry was on. Suddenly, she heard someone call her, "Sister Rong."