The relationship between the two seemed to have changed that night. No one mentioned Lu Yang anymore. They respected each other's lives because they were married.
Their wedding was simple, but was blessed by both sets of parents.
Spring moved north, and the yard began to grow green. His meetings and social events also increased, but he tried to decline unnecessary gatherings and rarely went to bars.
When they saw the wedding ring on his hand, they were surprised and asked, "Mr. Zhuo, you got married at such a young age?"
He always answered calmly: "I'll get married when I meet the right person."
Due to the nature of Mu Zishan's work, he was unwilling to reveal her name to those people, nor did he talk too much about her with others. However, when those girls saw the ring on Zhuo Qiang's hand, they were disappointed, but on the surface they had to keep their distance from him.
At the party, one of his partners sat next to him and said, "Mr. Zhuo, it looks like you have a happy married life."
"You kid, you just know how to make fun of me." He picked up the wine glass, "You have to do this project well this time."
"When have I ever been careless about work?" The two men clinked their glasses and took a sip. "When can you introduce Madam Zhuo to me?"
"She's not used to such gatherings," he said. "She'll have a chance to see me later."
"Hey," some people started to make a noise, "Master Zhuo is also a wife-loving maniac."
He checked the time: "Sorry, it's getting late, I should go back."
"Hey, it's not even nine o'clock yet, and you're going home so early?" the partner asked. "Aren't you disappointing these girls?"
"I'll let them accompany you," he pointed to the subordinates around him, "you guys have fun."
After getting rid of these people and leaving the restaurant, he asked the driver to drive the car over. He got in the car and changed into a clean coat to make the smell of alcohol less obvious.
I've been Mr. Zhuo's driver for a long time, but it was only since we got married that I saw him always coming home on time. He would always pick up some flowers when he passed by a flower shop. If he was really late, he would go to the mall to buy a gift.
"Master, there's a flower shop up ahead. Do you want to go take a look?"
"Well, stop there."
He went to the store to pick out some flowers and took them to the car.
Arriving at the courtyard, he walked in two steps at a time and saw that she was still lying on the swing in the yard, as if absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He quietly walked over and placed the flowers in front of her.
"Are you back?" She stood up.
"Well," he explained, "there was a party at the company and we drank some wine."
"I'll get a glass of water."
He held her hand, leaned over and kissed her gently: "I've kept you waiting for a long time."
After they got married, he was busy dealing with various things and had no time to take her out for a honeymoon. After the simple wedding, he always felt that something was missing.
"I didn't wait for long. I just sat here and rested for a while." Her face turned red. He had changed a lot since they got married. He was no longer the same as before. He seemed like a different person. She was a little uncomfortable with it.
Aunt Lin poured out some water, took the flowers from his hand, and took them back to the hall to put them in the bouquet.
Her room was moved to the west side, and the two rooms there were transformed into one large room. From this room, she could always watch the sunrise and sunset. The large screen in the room was designed specifically for them, and she would always lean on him to play games together. She also got used to his company, and on weekends, they would imitate the elderly couple next door and walk hand in hand.
Such a leisurely life did not last long, as the police soon came to her door. They believed that Mu Zishan was involved in the theft of files of multiple criminals in the police station and asked her to return to the police station to assist in the investigation.
Because hackers claimed to be detectives when they repeatedly broke into police computers, which means they were using Mu Zishan's identity to do some illegal things.
"This has nothing to do with me," she said, sitting in the police station. "It's obvious that someone took advantage of this identity."
Shan Cong rushed over after receiving the news that Mu Zishan was arrested. Seeing his colleague asking questions, he motioned for him to come over.
"What's going on?" Shan Cong asked, "Why did you invite her here?"
"Officer Shan, this is what the higher-ups mean. There's nothing I can do about it."
"Okay, let me go over and say a few words."
"I'm afraid that won't work," the other party insisted. "She's currently involved in an important classified personnel file."
"Do you know who she is?" Shan Cong warned him, "I don't want Li Sir to come and give you orders."
The other party was indeed a little loose. The power behind this woman was indeed complicated. He could only agree: "Just a few minutes."
"OK."
Shan Cong opened the door and went in. He hadn't seen her for a long time, but he didn't expect it to start like this.
"Zishan, the truth is, we've run into some issues at the bureau," he said. "We're not sure if they're just taking advantage of your identity or if they're really targeting you. Based on what we know now, you need to cooperate with our investigation."
"You guys were hacked?" she asked. "The person claimed to be a detective?"
"That's right."
Such news was like a sudden downpour in the desert, the sweet rain moistening her parched heart: "That's wonderful."
"Ah?" Shan Cong looked at her strangely, "What's wrong with this?"
"You don't understand," she said, "I want to meet Mr. Li."
The people outside urged Shan Cong to leave, and he said, "I'll tell him."
After Mu Zishan was taken away by the police, Aunt Lin called Zhuo Qiang, who was on his way to the police station. She also called the secretary and asked him to send a lawyer over as soon as possible.
He entered the police station, where civilian staff rushed to greet him. His lawyer was negotiating with him nearby. He sat aside, glancing at the others in the station. They were all wary of his presence, as if they had known he would show up and were stalling for time.
"I don't want you to waste your time with me," he said. "When will I see my wife?"
"Mr. Zhuo, we are also following the procedures."
"Procedure," he said angrily. "Is this how you get things done with taxpayers' money?"
"Mr. Zhuo, we are also concerned about the safety of the people," the other party could only reveal some information. "I'm afraid it will take some time for your wife to see you."
The lawyer also went over to explain some things to him: "Mr. Zhuo, this is a security information case. I'm afraid it won't be over so quickly."
Zhuo Qiang slammed the table and said, "No matter what the problem is, solve it as soon as possible." He just sat in the office waiting. The lawyer, from the perspective of people's rights, believed that the police did not have enough evidence to detain Mu Zishan. It was not in compliance with the law to detain Mu Zishan based solely on a code name instead of a real name.
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