Chapter 10 From now on, you should call me Miss Sang.
In the end, Yan Guizhi didn't catch many fish, but Sang Qian mercifully announced the end of the day's training as the sun set.
On the way back, Yan Guizhi couldn't help but ask, "Sister Sang Qian, what are our training activities tomorrow?"
Sang Qian said, "I'll come here to fish for the next three days."
"Huh?" Yan Guizhi looked utterly bewildered. "Still fishing?"
"Endurance cannot be honed overnight; it takes time to develop."
Sang Qian explained earnestly, "Repair work is inherently a tedious and lengthy task, requiring extremely high levels of resistance to distractions and sustained focus to complete."
She glanced at Yan Guizhi and said, "You need to calm down so you can handle the restoration work more effectively in the future..."
Her voice was gentle and patient, giving people a sense of comfort and trust. Yan Guizhi was very impressed and nodded repeatedly.
*
A quiet night.
Jin Changyu sat alone on the sofa in his bedroom, his mind filled with complex emotions.
In the past, no matter how busy he was, Sang Qian would always be there when he came home.
She always smiled at him with her eyes crinkled, and would patiently tell him about trivial daily matters.
Countless nights, they made love and entwined on this very bed...
Unlike now.
Jin Changyu looked around, his gaze settling on the abrupt blank space on the wall above the bed.
Forget about his lover, he doesn't even have his wedding photos anymore.
The room was empty, and so was his heart.
Jin Changyu held his phone, looked down to find Sang Qian's number, and dialed it unconsciously...
By the time he realized what he had done and tried to hang up, the call had already been answered.
"Jin Changyu?"
When the woman's soft voice, tinged with doubt, came through, Jin Changyu's back straightened instantly.
He coughed lightly, feeling awkward, and tried to steady his voice. "It's me."
Sang Qian, who had just finished showering, received a phone call. "What do you want?"
"..."
Jin Changyu clenched his fist on his knees, his mind racing. "Um... cough... the procedures for cashing out the assets have been completed. I need your signature to confirm. Let's arrange a time to meet tomorrow."
So that's what it was about.
Sang Qian sat on the bed and said, "I won't take up any more of President Jin's precious time. I'll just get Assistant Gao to sign it tomorrow."
She didn't want to see Jin Changyu again until she got her divorce certificate.
Jin Changyu's eyes darkened, and after a moment of silence, he managed to squeeze out two words, "Whatever you say."
The call fell silent, the atmosphere becoming somewhat awkward. Sang Qian asked, "Is there anything else?"
"……there is none left."
Sang Qian: "Goodbye then."
The woman's voice was distant and cold, lacking any of her usual gentleness and sweetness towards him.
Jin Changyu's Adam's apple bobbed. "Goodbye."
Almost the instant he finished speaking, the phone went dead, and Jin Changyu's hand holding the phone stiffened.
Does she dislike him that much now?
The next morning at 10:00 AM.
Sang Qian arranged to meet Gao Ze at a coffee shop.
Watching her sign the agreement, Gao Ze smiled and said to her, "Madam, the transfer will arrive in your account by tomorrow at the latest. Please check it."
"Okay, thank you." Sang Qian smiled at him, then reminded him, "But Assistant Gao, you should call me Miss Sang from now on."
Gao Ze gave an awkward laugh. "I'm sorry, Miss Sang."
"Then I'll be going now." Sang Qian stood up to say goodbye. "Goodbye, Assistant Gao."
Gao Ze quickly stood up to see her off, "Goodbye, Miss Tai... Sang."
Watching her departing figure, Gao Ze sighed softly.
I don't know what President Jin is thinking.
I had previously told him not to rush the transfer and to wait a bit, but last night I suddenly called him again and told him to get it done overnight so that his wife could sign it today.
Things change every time.
Shaking his head in confusion, Gao Ze packed his things and went back to report.
Sang Qian received the bank deposit that afternoon.
Most people would be overjoyed and excited to see a ten-figure sum added to their account.
But Sang Qian was different.
She didn't experience immense pleasure; instead, her chest felt constricted, as if something was blocking it.
The arrival of the money signifies that another layer has been stripped away from her relationship with Jin Changyu.
Now, all they have to do is wait until next month to get their divorce certificate, and then... it will be completely over.
In the days that followed, Sang Qian forced herself to devote herself entirely to teaching Yan Guizhi, and didn't think about anything else.
Soon, more than half a month passed, and the Ghost Festival was just around the corner.
According to the customs of Sangqian's hometown, people return to their hometown to worship their ancestors on the Ghost Festival.
Sang Qian no longer wanted to spend time with Sang Zhiming's family, but on that day she would still go back to her hometown with them to pay respects to her grandparents.
She also took the opportunity to visit her second uncle, Sang Jingshan.
Sang Jingshan was a famous painter. More than 20 years ago, his beloved wife died in childbirth. He never remarried and took the ashes of his wife and children back to his hometown. He stayed by his parents' side to take care of them until they passed away. He never left the countryside again.
*
The day before the Ghost Festival, Sang Qian drove back to her hometown alone.
The night before, Sang Zhiming called her and asked if she wanted to go together, but Sang Qian refused outright.
I arrived at my hometown around 5 p.m.
Before Sang Qian's car even reached her doorstep, she could see Sang Jingshan standing in front of the gate, craning his neck to look out.
When Sang Jingshan saw that it was her car, he was overjoyed and quickly opened the gate a little more to make it easier for her car to come in.
Sang Qian parked the car in the yard and excitedly called out to Sang Jingshan as soon as she got out, "Second Uncle, I'm back!"
Sang Jingshan stepped forward, looking at her with loving eyes, "Why did you drive yourself? Didn't you come back with your dad and the others? Why didn't Changyu arrange a driver for you? It's a three-hour journey, how dangerous is it for a young girl like you to drive all the way alone?"
"When you came back before, didn't he always arrange for a driver to pick you up and drop you off? Why did he let you drive alone this time..."
Sang Jingshan has always doted on her like his own daughter, and his rambling at this moment is full of love.
Sang Qian felt a warmth in her heart. When he mentioned Jin Changyu, she paused for a moment, but her smile remained unchanged.
"I just want to drive it myself."
Fearing that he would bring up Jin Changyu again, Sang Qian quickly changed the subject, "Second Uncle, I brought back a lot of things, please come and help me carry them back to the house."
She spoke as she opened the trunk.
Sang Jingshan followed her over and saw her bending down to pick up her suitcase. He took it from her first and said, "I'll carry your things. You've been driving all this way. Go inside and rest."
"I can take some..."
Sang Jingshan brushed aside her outstretched hand, saying, "You don't need to do things like moving things, you little girl. Hurry up and go inside."
Sang Qian smiled and said, "Okay."
As she turned to walk into the house, she heard Sang Jingshan call out from behind, "There's taro cake on the table that you like. Have some to tide you over."
This was made by Sang Jingshan himself. Sang Qian loves to eat it, so every time she comes home, he makes it for her himself.
"Okay."
With a craving for something sweet, Sang Qian skipped into the house.
After Sang Jingshan finished moving his things, he went inside and saw Sang Qian sitting at the table, stuffing taro cakes into her mouth.
This child is probably hungry.
Eat slowly.
Sang Jingshan took a can of beverage from the refrigerator. "Here, have some hawthorn and rock sugar water to cool down and quench your thirst."
Sang Qian, who was choking on her food, quickly took the drink and took a sip. Then her eyes lit up. "Mmm, so sweet. The hawthorns on the mountain must have grown very well this year, right?"
This hawthorn syrup was also made by Sang Jingshan himself after picking the hawthorn fruit on the mountain.
“Not bad. A few days ago, Chen Ma went up the mountain and picked a lot of fruit. I dried some hawthorns. Take some back with you when you leave.”
"OK."
The uncle and nephew were chatting happily when Chen Ma hurriedly entered the room, "Second Master, Miss."
"The old man and his son-in-law are back too."
Upon hearing this, the sugar water jar in Sang Qian's hand fell to the table with a "thud".
Chen Ma is the caregiver who has been taking care of the grandparents. The "uncle" she is referring to is Sang Zhiming.
There was only one person she referred to as her son-in-law, and that was—
Jin Changyu.
Sang Qian stared blankly at her, "Aunt Chen, you said... who did Grandpa come back with?"
"It's the son-in-law," Chen Ma said to her with a smile. "Miss, the son-in-law has arrived."
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