Arrested for impersonating a powerful figure's girlfriend, but forced into a formal relationshi

Sheng Yinian leaned against the wall by the door, his long legs casually crossed, silently watching her.

The dark gray suit outlines the sharp shoulder line and waistline, and the fabric has a cool, matte sheen in the light and shadow.

Just as Yun Miao was about to speak, her waist suddenly tightened, and a strong arm pulled her to the side, causing her to fall into a firm embrace.

Just then, someone passed by in the hall. Yunmiao struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free at all.

In desperation, she had no choice but to bury her face in his chest.

The refreshing and pleasant scent enveloped her breath, and her cheeks instantly burned.

The footsteps behind her gradually faded away. Yun Miao raised her head and looked at Sheng Yinian.

Unlike her panic, Sheng Yinian's breathing was steady and his expression was normal.

"Why did you suddenly return to Fengcheng?"

There was an indescribable sense of oppression in those overly calm eyes.

Alarm bells rang in Yun Miao's mind, and for a moment she didn't even dare to struggle.

"I just... missed home, so I came back."

Sheng Yinian looked into her eyes and remained silent for a long time, seemingly pondering whether her words were true or just perfunctory.

"So homesick you bought a train ticket in the middle of the night to come back?"

Yunmiao felt a chill run down her spine.

How did he know that he bought the ticket at the last minute in the middle of the night?

This is truly terrifying to think about.

Not only did he know she came back in the middle of the night, but he could also call her mother's cell phone and find her here with ease!

Yunmiao became increasingly alarmed as she thought about it, and it took her a long time to speak.

"I came back overnight... because the weekend is too short, and I want to spend more time with my family, every second counts."

Sheng Yinian nodded slightly, looking very understanding.

"Since I'm back home, I should spend more time with my family."

He took Yunmiao's hand.

"Let's go in together."

"No!" Yun Miao whispered, quickly pulling him back.

She knew that Sheng Yinian was not bluffing; she believed he was capable of doing it.

Now is not the time to confront him head-on; we must find a way to keep him calm.

She gritted her teeth and decided to go for it.

"Sheng Yunian, I was wrong."

She coaxed him softly, placing her delicate hands on his chest and gently stroking him downwards.

"Calm down, calm down. I promise I'll never do it again."

Sheng Yinian took a step forward and pinned her against the wall.

"What promises are you going to make to me?"

Yun Miao couldn't retreat or dodge, and her body trembled slightly.

"I promise you... I'll never run around like that again."

"Is there anything else?"

besides?

right!

Yunmiao laboriously took her phone out of her pocket and removed it from the blacklist in front of him.

"I also promise you that I will never block you again."

After a long silence, Sheng Yinian finally spoke indifferently.

"Remember your promise today. If you forget it, I will help you remember every single word."

"I won't forget." Yunmiao's voice was gentle. "Please let me in first, okay? If I don't go in, my mother will worry and come looking for me."

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Yunmiao pinched the front of his suit jacket and shook it slightly.

"Is it okay?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a slight tremor, yet it inexplicably pleased Sheng Yinian.

"Go."

After regaining her freedom, Yunmiao pushed open the door of the private room and walked towards the dining table as quietly as possible.

Halfway there, Zhang Shulan's light voice rang out.

"Tell me about this old Yun. He's not even here for such an important occasion. He's just a history teacher. Why is he always on business trips? I think he's just out here to relax."

Upon hearing this, Yun Miao's burning face instantly cooled down.

She gritted her teeth and went straight to Zhang Shulan.

"What do you mean, 'I'm just a history teacher'? What do you mean, 'Going out to find some peace and quiet'?"

Zhang Shulan didn't react for a moment, and was stunned: "What did you say?"

Yun Miao looked at her expressionlessly.

"The history teacher you mentioned will tell his students from the podium that the Five Barbarian Invasions are not just four words in the textbook, but the blood, tears, and integration of countless families who trekked south."

"He wants to tell young eyes that history is not a timeline, but how people live, how civilizations crumble, and how they piece themselves back together little by little."

"As for what you call seeking tranquility, the places he goes to usually don't have formal hotels."

"Last month, there was a village where only a few elderly people still remembered the location of the guerrilla hideouts during the War of Resistance. He had to race against time to dig out those coordinates and names that were about to be completely forgotten from the mouths of the elderly, record them, and turn them into archives that future generations could access."

"Two years ago, he spent two months in the desert of Northwest China, working with an archaeological team to clean a fragment of a bamboo slip. He said that the clerical script on it might rewrite our understanding of a branch of the Silk Road."

"He's not avoiding a life of leisure; he's racing against time to piece together the broken threads of history. He might be standing on the soil of an ancient battlefield, and holding in his hands the last unsent letter from a certain dynasty."

"He brought these fragments back not to lock them in a glass case, but to let us know how many layers of blood, tears, creation, and destruction were built up from the very foundation of where we stand today."

"Now, please take back what you just said and apologize to my father."

The dining table fell completely silent.

"This..." Zhang Shulan, who was usually quick-witted, suddenly became hesitant.

"It sounds like...doing research is indeed not easy, so I...take back what I just said."

"Apologize."

Zhang Shulan's expression was rather unpleasant.

I never expected that someone of her age would be so easily manipulated by a young girl.

But she couldn't make a big fuss in front of Zhao Meng.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Lao Yun. I shouldn't have said those things. I apologize."

Sitting behind Yun Miao, Jiang Jing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and gently took her hand.

"Little darling, come on, your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs will get cold soon, eat them while they're hot."

At the same time, the solid wood door of the private room, which was slowly closing automatically, clicked shut, completely isolating the inside and outside of the room.

Outside the door, the tall figure did not leave immediately.

He leaned quietly against the wall, a subtle ripple in the depths of his eyes.

A moment later, he slowly walked to the elevator and gave instructions in a low voice as he passed by Xu Chuan.

"Contact the Institute of Archaeology of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences to establish a special fund to support field archaeology."

"Okay, Mr. Sheng."

The atmosphere in the private room became somewhat heavy for a moment.

Jiang Lai changed the subject at the opportune moment.

"By the way, Zhao Meng, I heard this summit is so grand because some important figures are here. Who is it?"

"I'm not entirely sure right now; I'll have to wait until I get to the venue tomorrow to find out."