"It's alright, I'll go in right away." Song Yan tried to compose himself and smiled gently at Wen Ruan.

After saying that, he quickly propped up the bicycle and took the things from Wen Ruan's hands: "It's so heavy, why did you carry it back by yourself? Didn't we agree that I would pick you up after get off work?"

"It's okay, it's not far. I didn't want to take it at first, but my mom insisted on packing it for us, saying it was all packed up and some groceries so we could eat it slowly. I had no choice but to bring it back." Wen Ruan shook her slightly sore hands.

"Yes, is everything alright at home? Is your mother-in-law alright? I was planning to go see her tonight," Song Yan asked with concern.

"It's nothing, I just had a bit of a cold and headache this morning, but I'm much better now. My dad told me to take a day off and rest at home. When I got there, she kept nagging me, saying that she was fine and that my dad was making a mountain out of a molehill."

“Dad is just concerned about her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to our house so early in the morning to tell you to go home and check on her. Around noon, I saw him rushing home with his breakfast in the distance. I guess he’s going home.”

“That’s right, my mom only complains, but my dad takes her to heart. She’s so happy inside. I had already prepared lunch, and my dad still rushed back to get the food…” Wen Ruan felt as if she had unwittingly become part of the old couple’s antics, and she was completely taken aback by their display of affection.

After working together for half a day, Wen Ruan wanted to go to the study as usual to do the final proofreading of her first novel, which she had finally finished writing.

Song Yan hesitated for a moment, then called out to her, "Ruan Ruan, there's something I want to ask you."

Wen Ruan looked at Song Yan's expression and felt somewhat surprised, because it was rare to see such conflicted emotions on his face: "What's wrong?" she asked with curiosity.

"Do you still remember someone named Dong Yan?"

"Just a few days ago, she joined our factory committee. I guess she must have followed Guo Shengcai's path."

"Dong Yan?!" Wen Ruan thought for a moment and suddenly realized who this was. She was the woman she and Song Yan had met at the department store. She seemed to have some interest in Song Yan. Most importantly, she was the original female lead's sister!

"I vaguely remember her. Why did she suddenly start working at your factory committee? Did something happen today?" Wen Ruan asked, puzzled, wondering what this had to do with what Song Yan wanted to tell her.

"I could sense that she was trying to get close to me, whether intentionally or unintentionally, but I ignored her. I was a little puzzled before, but tonight after get off work, she suddenly stopped me and said a lot of strange things to me... Ruan Ruan, did you know her before? Or did you do anything to offend her?"

"Huh? It has something to do with me? What did she say?" Wen Ruan was also puzzled. Both she and the original owner were certain that the last time the two met was the first time they had met, and they hadn't even spoken a word. How did she suddenly get involved?

"She said you and that guy named Xing Wei are in love, and that you two met secretly a lot last month and were very intimate," Song Yan said somewhat dejectedly.

"You believe it?" Wen Ruan was surprisingly calm upon hearing this.

"Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't have brought this up with you. Besides, I noticed last time that you seemed to really dislike that guy named Xing Wei." Song Yan quickly explained, seeing Wen Ruan's serious expression, afraid of causing her to misunderstand.

Wen Ruan thought for a moment, then carefully chose her words: "I did run into Xing Wei last month, and he did express some interest in me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yan suddenly raised his head, pursed his lips, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

When Wen Ruan saw this, she quickly went up and hugged his arm, coaxing him, "You know, he really is a toad trying to eat swan meat. I really don't know where he gets his confidence. Does he think he can compare to my handsome and charming husband? I scolded him right there and then."

"Tell me, isn't he being reckless?" She gently stroked Song Yan's chin with her fingertips, then casually tugged at his cheeks, teasingly.

Seeing that Song Yan's expression had softened somewhat, he said, "Afterwards, I accidentally discovered some evidence that Xing Wei might be undermining socialism. I immediately told Hu Dali all of this."

"Didn't you see we were meeting and talking all the time recently, and that's what we were talking about? I bet Xing Wei is already at the labor camp by now, getting his reform through labor in peace!"

"I guess I've done something to rid the people of a scourge!" Wen Ruan continued, looking smug, oblivious to the strange expression on Song Yan's face.

"Tell me what Dong Yan means by this. We didn't even know each other before, so why is she spreading rumors about me?"

"No investigation, no right to speak. Before spreading rumors, she didn't even bother to find out the facts. Xing Wei has already been sent to the farm for reform! What good does that do her? If it weren't for the negative impact, I would really like to question her!" Wen Ruan became more and more angry as she spoke.

Finally, she angrily slapped Song Yan hard: "If you ask me, it's all your fault, you 'femme fatale'! She must have taken a liking to you, trying to drive a wedge between us so we can get a divorce, and then take advantage of the situation..."

Song Yan was very strong, and when Wen Ruan hit him, her hand was shaken red and she cried out in pain.

Song Yan quickly grasped Wen Ruan's hand, looking at her red hand with a pained expression: "If you want to hit me in the future, find something to hit me with, don't do it yourself, so you don't hurt yourself." After saying that, he gently blew on her palm.

"Hmph, I wouldn't want to!" Wen Ruan said shyly, leaning against Song Yan's chest.

“I will handle this matter. You don’t need to worry about it. Just leave it to me.”

"But, Ruan Ruan, I hope that if you ever have anything to do or any difficulties to overcome in the future, I hope that the first person you want to ask for help from is me."

"Especially the matter of you reporting Xing Wei to Hu Dali, if not handled properly, it could implicate you." Song Yan was somewhat worried, and still somewhat bothered by Wen Ruan's previous act of seeking Hu Dali's help without his knowledge, so he couldn't help but give her a serious reminder.

"Okay, at the time I felt that I didn't need to do anything, I just needed to tell Hu Dali, so I didn't think too much about it."

"As for why I didn't tell you in the end, it's because you seemed to really dislike him, and it didn't seem like a big deal, so I didn't bring it up again."

"But don't worry, it won't happen again. In the future, I will definitely take the initiative to discuss things with you. Don't be angry!" Wen Ruan shook Song Yan's arm and acted coquettishly, which made even the angrier him disappear.

"It's not enough to just say you don't have it; you have to show it in person..." With that, Song Yan scooped Wen Ruan up in his arms and carried her towards their room...