A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

Someone nearby whispered, "Zhaoyang, isn't this going too far?"

"Yeah, let's stop while we're ahead. It's all in the same courtyard, it'll just look awful if we mess it up."

He Zhaoyang didn't look at that person, but kept looking at Su Qinghe. "You say I forced you, then tell me, how did I force you?"

Su Qinghe paused for a moment.

"You sent Sheng Yuze to my dad to change the contact person. Do you know what they've been saying about me behind my back?"

You even made Captain Zhou tear up the commendation letter, and you made the old lady publicly identify me. You just want everyone to think I stole the commendation letter.

She spoke haltingly, but her meaning was clear.

After listening, He Zhaoyang nodded. "Then tell me, did I ask my man to change the contact person?"

Su Qinghe remained silent.

"Captain Zhou tore up the commendation letter because someone changed your name. Who was that person who changed the name?"

Su Qinghe's lips moved slightly.

"The old lady came to identify me because she remembered who helped her retrieve her bag. I had no idea she was there."

After He Zhaoyang finished speaking, the people in front of the notice board quieted down.

Su Qinghe stood opposite her, tears streaming down her face.

She reached up and wiped her face, looking quite disheveled.

The two women who were handing out handkerchiefs exchanged glances.

He Zhaoyang looked at her, waited a few seconds, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Su Qinghe lowered her head, her voice much hoarse, "That's all."

He Zhaoyang nodded, turned around, peeled off the handwritten note from the bulletin board, folded it twice, and put it in his pocket.

She turned around and walked through the crowd to leave.

Before Li Nan followed, he turned around and glared at Su Qinghe.

After the three of them walked a short distance, the crowd behind them had not yet dispersed.

He Zhaoyang heard someone talking.

"Who put that paper up?"

"I don't know, I didn't see it this morning."

"Could she have put it up herself?"

The next morning, when He Zhaoyang went to the water room, Sister Zhao came over with a basin and whispered something to him.

"Last night, Director Su called Su Qinghe home and they talked behind closed doors for a long time. She hasn't left the house this morning."

He Zhaoyang sighed.

Hopefully, Su Qinghe can come to her senses on her own, instead of getting more and more entangled.

The next morning, He Zhaoyang was folding clothes in the house when there was a knock on the door.

She thought it was Li Nan or Xie Fei, but when she opened the door, she saw Su Qinghe standing outside.

She was wearing a plain-colored coat, her hair was a little messy, and her face was a little pale.

He Zhaoyang stood at the door watching her.

Su Qinghe was holding a bowl with several bright red apples in it.

She pushed it forward, her voice low, "I thought about it all night yesterday, here, take this."

He Zhaoyang glanced at the bowl of apples but didn't take it.

Su Qinghe lowered her eyes, as if looking at the tip of her shoe. "I didn't stick that piece of paper on."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know who put it there. I cried yesterday because I was afraid you really were like what was written on the paper. I'm sorry."

He Zhaoyang looked at her for a while before speaking, "You can take the apple back."

Su Qinghe pulled her hand back.

He Zhaoyang added, "Really, there's no need to send it. I didn't think much of it."

Su Qinghe stood at the door with a bowl in her hand, remaining silent for a while.

She nodded. "Okay."

She turned and walked away. After taking two steps, she stopped, without looking back.

"I'm sorry, He Zhaoyang."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the bowl and left.

He Zhaoyang stood at the door and watched her walk away before closing the door.

She went back inside to continue folding clothes, putting the last piece into the closet.

Li Nan arrived half an hour later. As soon as she entered, she lowered her voice and said, "Why is Su Qinghe here? I ran into her downstairs. She was carrying a bowl back."

"They've brought me apples."

"Did I bring you some apples?"

"Yes." He Zhaoyang closed the cabinet door. "Come and apologize to me."

Li Nan looked at her for a while, nodded, and sat down in the chair.

"Her father went to Captain Zhou yesterday. He said that the note wasn't written by Su Qinghe, and asked Captain Zhou to investigate who posted it."

He Zhaoyang paused for a moment. "Captain Zhou found out?"

"No, they said the handwriting on the paper wasn't Su Qinghe's, it was a forgery." Li Nan spread her hands. "I don't know who it was, I just want to see you guys keep making a scene."

He Zhaoyang sat down on the edge of the bed and thought for a while. "Does Su Qinghe know?"

"I understand. She was right next to her when her dad told her."

He Zhaoyang did not ask any further questions.

After Li Nan left, she took out the paper from yesterday, used her spiritual energy to find the person who wrote the announcement, and remotely infused it with spiritual energy.

That evening, Ding Xiao washed her feet and was about to go to bed when she slipped and fell off the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

He landed face down, his nose hitting the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and blood gushed out immediately.

Her husband had just lain down when he heard the noise and got up to see Ding Xiao lying on the ground, covering her nose, with blood oozing from between her fingers.

Her husband cursed, "How could you be so careless?" He then grabbed a rag and covered her wound with it before taking her to the clinic that very night.

After examining the patient, the doctor said it was a minor fracture of the bridge of the nose, which would heal in two months, but the bruises on the face would not disappear for a while.

On her way home during the day, she ran into several women who were her sisters-in-law. When they asked her what was wrong, she mumbled, "I fell down when I got up to use the bathroom last night."

He Zhaoyang saw the bruises on her body from upstairs and knew that she had put the plaster on them.

She lay back in bed, her thoughts drifting back to the Sheng family.

She was starting to feel like going home.

In the evening, Sheng Yuze pushed open the door and came in, carrying a boxed lunch in his hand.

Seeing her lying down, I came over, put the boxed lunch on the table, and sat down by the bed.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I miss home," He Zhaoyang said. "I miss my mother, my sister-in-law, my grandmother, and Nuannuan."

Sheng Yuze did not respond immediately.

He looked at her profile for a moment before speaking, "Should we go back and take a look?"

He Zhaoyang turned his head to look at him.

"So what about your training here?"

"It's just a matter of taking two days off." Sheng Yuze's tone was casual. "Go back if you want. I'll go with you."

He Zhaoyang looked at him for a while, his voice muffled, "How easy is it to ask for leave? You didn't come back often before."

Sheng Yuze smiled and patted her head. "Before, it was because of a mission. Now it's much easier."

He Zhaoyang: "Then we'll leave the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay, let's eat first."

That night, He Zhaoyang tossed and turned in bed, too excited to sleep.

Sheng Yuze hugged the restless He Zhaoyang tightly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "What's wrong, too excited to sleep?"

He Zhaoyang looked at Sheng Yuze with bright eyes, "It's been so long since I've seen Grandma and the others."

After He Zhaoyang finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something: it seemed that the Sheng family was about to be exonerated.

Now that Old Madam Sheng is still alive, and her sister-in-law and her husband have a new child, does that mean he should change his mind about the ending?