He reached his hand out from under his coat and held it around the cup. The water was very hot, and after holding it for a while, it felt a little scalding.
Gu Qingwan stood frozen for a while, just as she was about to leave the room to get some more water.
But because of those words, he stopped in his tracks, put down the plate he had picked up, and sat down.
Her hands rested on the table, half-clenched, her clean nails reflecting the light from the overhead bulb.
She lowered her head slightly, unable to speak, her expression obscured, only her beautiful profile visible.
Some things are bound to be brought up eventually. Jiang Cheng had been keeping quiet, waiting for Gu Qingwan to bring it up on her own initiative so he could say "okay."
There was nothing to hide.
She remained his best assistant, like family, and they were inseparable.
Unconditional trust.
But she won't say anything, which is a bit annoying.
Jiang Cheng sniffed the delicious aroma of the fish soup and twitched his nose.
He's increasingly taking on the look of a mature man; his jawline has become strong and perfectly curved, and his lips are getting thinner. His eyebrows are thick and look like they've been drawn on, and his eyes are bright with long eyelashes.
When he gives an order, his tone leaves no room for doubt.
When expressing concern, for example, "Wear more clothes, it's cold outside." or "Put on your coat too, we should go."
When he said that, his expression must have been indifferent, but there was tenderness in his eyes, and his gaze never lowered, as if he were talking about something very casual.
This shows a youthful naiveté; even when concerned, one must pretend to be indifferent.
Gu Qingwan vaguely remembered that when they first met, she wanted to help Jiang Cheng with many things, but no matter what, there were some things he just couldn't let go of and insisted on doing personally. The first time she wore formal attire to give a speech, she was also reserved but pretended not to care.
She was behind Jiang Cheng at that time. When all the researchers' eyes were focused on the young man, she turned her head and slightly curled the corners of her mouth.
Autumn goes, winter goes, and spring comes again.
I don't want to count the days, the countless nights.
And so, we got through that thrilling ordeal.
Time has its own unique waves, rippling and undulating.
To be honest, I don't want to hide it from you now.
Gu Qingwan thought to herself, but her face remained expressionless as she sat quietly with her head down.
"Don't want to talk about it?"
Finally, Jiang Cheng spoke up.
"Sorry, boss, I can't say."
Gu Qingwan bit her lip and lowered her head even further.
"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. You'll tell me eventually, right?"
She silently prayed, "That day will never come. I hope it won't."
Then he picked up his things again and went out.
Jiang Cheng was increasingly exuding the authority of a superior, and the pressure he exerted on Gu Qingwan just now was very strong, even though he didn't say anything too offensive.
After eating something, he rubbed his temples and lay down on the carpet.
A sigh then escaped his lips.
Long before he went to the Federation after assuming the position of dean, he had a conversation with his superiors. During the brief pause in their conversation, while receiving their earnest advice, he noticed a framed photo in the living room.
Extremely astonishing is...
The image above shows the leader during his childhood, around his teens. Gu Qingwan is standing in the corner next to him.
Jiang Cheng was stunned.
She looked exactly the same then as she does now; her appearance remained unchanged, only her hairstyle was different.
More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye for her.
The age listed on that resume is probably a lie...
He remained silent, asked nothing, and said nothing after returning, burying it deep in his heart.
"I should get some sleep," he told himself.
Back in the Federation, there are still problems to solve: how to deal with these mutated researchers. A decision can only be made after a meeting. He has already foreseen the headaches to come, and worrying now is useless.
It seems we need to speed up the driver training process and put more pressure on the trainees.
Based on his own deductions, the revival of Guling is imminent.
Only by completely eliminating it and removing this thorn in his side can he sleep soundly through the night.
Jiang Cheng hadn't had a good night's sleep in ages, and even his dreams were filled with all sorts of things happening in the Federation.
Now, I suddenly realize how wonderful it would be to be busy running around between the two academies, at least much better than what I am now.
As he pondered, drowsiness gradually crept in. He closed his eyes, relaxed his limbs, and his breathing gradually became steady.
Jiangcheng is asleep...
The icebreaker continued to cut through the waves. Despite the turbulent environment, the soldiers were relaxed. Perhaps the harsh conditions of this trek had exhausted them in just a few hours.
People in the Federation eagerly awaited the group's return.
They have no idea what the researchers have become.
When you actually see it, you'll be horrified.
What will become of the mutated researchers? No one knows, and this will forever remain a source of regret for some within the Federation…
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