"Wow, Joan, you're so kind! Thank you so much!"
Bi Qiaoan froze. "I never expected that my Shanshan would express her gratitude in such a fresh and unconventional way."
Shen Yanming and Song Wenwen covered their mouths and chuckled, while Jiang Shanshan was so engrossed in the surprise of the gift that she had no idea what had just happened.
It wasn't until Bi Qiaoan asked what had happened that Jiang Shanshan snapped out of her daze and immediately recounted everything about Song Wenwen and Wei Liang.
After listening, Bi Qiaoan looked at Song Wenwen and asked in an extremely serious tone, "Darling, tell me the truth, is there really nothing between you and Wei Liang? You have no feelings for him at all?"
Song Wenwen nodded firmly, "I'm sure I didn't. My colleagues reminded me as soon as I arrived at work. If it weren't for work arrangements, I wouldn't associate with him."
"The time at the Western restaurant was suggested by a colleague in my group. The time at Times Square was because a senior colleague from my unit called me there. If I had known what would happen today, I would never have had any contact with him under any circumstances."
Bi Qiaoan nodded, "You should stay away from him. With his wife like that, even if there's nothing between you and that guy surnamed Wei, she can still imagine a thousand words of erotic fiction."
However, don't be afraid. Next time she causes you trouble, call the police. Don't let it go, or that crazy woman will definitely take advantage of you.
"I'm afraid it will be awkward to get along with my colleagues in the future," Song Wenwen said hesitantly.
"Aren't you embarrassed now? Besides, your colleague isn't a good person either. He knows what kind of person his wife is, but he doesn't discipline her. How could she have thrown such a tantrum without him egging her on?"
Although it's a bit unethical to convict someone without investigation, Bi Qiaoan really despises this kind of man. He can't even control his own wife; he's utterly incompetent!
Song Wenwen nodded in agreement. She felt that Qiao An's words made perfect sense. She had always heard others sympathize with Wei Liang, but if Wei Liang really cared, how could he let his wife cause trouble everywhere?
Seeing that Song Wenwen had taken it to heart, Bi Qiaoan was relieved. She had her own selfish reasons for saying those words; she was afraid that Song Wenwen would "make the deception real" in this entanglement, and she was afraid that Song Wenwen would eventually "lose her heart and body".
After sitting for a while, Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan said goodbye to Song Wenwen and Jiang Shanshan.
After getting into the car, Bi Qiaoan asked Shen Yanming, "What do you think about this?"
Shen Yanming smiled slightly, "I'm afraid your friend can't escape this."
"How could that be? They have absolutely no connection!"
"Although Song Wenwen has a gentle nature, she is not without temper. If this matter ends here, she and Wei Liang should keep their distance. But do you think Wei Liang's wife is so easy to give up?"
Bi Qiaoan slumped in the passenger seat, saying, "I'm just afraid that Wen Nuan might make some impulsive decision!"
"Everyone has their own destiny, and we cannot interfere with it."
"Then you should ask someone to help you find out if Wei Liang is a real person or a ghost, and also, where did Fang Fang get the photos from?"
Shen Yanming nodded. "Don't worry about it too much. This isn't your business."
Bi Qiaoan pouted and didn't say anything more.
After returning home, Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan quickly turned on the air conditioner. The warm air slowly dispelled the chill in the house, and the two quickly changed into comfortable pajamas.
After pausing for a while, Bi Qiaoan put the plants she had traded that day into her spatial dimension and planted them with her mind. She then released the pair of mynas out of their cage, letting them roam freely in the space.
Shen Yanming took out a small coal stove and struggled for a long time before finally lighting it. Bi Qiaoan looked at the living room filled with black smoke and got up to open the window.
The cold air filled her nostrils, and Bi Qiaoan felt her mind clear up considerably. "I wonder if they'll still be providing heating this year."
"You'll find out when you go online."
After the black smoke cleared, Shen Yanming had Bi Qiaoan grill by the stove while he went to the kitchen to stir-fry some tomatoes and eggs, dry-fried green beans, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and also cooked a pot of rice.
"Great, I can eat rice again! I'm so tired of eating rice porridge every day! Honey, your cooking skills have improved again, you're amazing!" Bi Qiaoan ate heartily, not forgetting to praise Shen Yanming a few times.
"Then you should eat more!"
That's right, Bi Qiaoan has been eating rice porridge for a week now, because people are reluctant to cook rice with water anymore, and they all make it into porridge directly, which can fill their stomachs and save water.
After finishing her meal, Bi Qiaoan snuggled into the warm quilt. The sky outside the window was blue, and the sun was shining brightly. The warm sunlight shone on the bed, and Bi Qiaoan felt less cold.
Shen Yanming carried the small stove into the bedroom and placed it by the bed. Of course, he placed it in a clean and tidy spot to ensure safety.
Then he pulled back the covers and lay down, stretching out his long arm to pull Bi Qiaoan into his arms. "You little ungrateful thing, you didn't even know to wait for me."
Bi Qiaoan snuggled closer to Shen Yanming, "I'm bedridden, is Mr. Shen the same?"
Shen Yanming smiled and stroked Bi Qiaoan's waist, "I wouldn't mind accompanying Ms. Bi to take root and sprout in bed."
Bi Qiaoan snorted at Shen Yanming and then ignored him, taking out her phone to search for information about sending warmth online.
As a result, all the posts were discussion threads, and there was no official news at all.
Bi Qiaoan even saw posts like "Escape from North Harbin" and "Escape from Simon City".
Upon clicking in, I discovered that the temperature in many northern cities is several degrees lower than in Haishi. Some elderly people and children there cannot bear the cold weather and have decided to move their entire families to the warmer Guangchao City.
In Guangchao City, only 20,000 rental properties are listed on the Qinghe Alliance Real Estate website. As a result, many people are rushing to call the Guangchao City Housing Management Bureau to reserve rental properties.
Looking at the homepage of the Guangchao City Housing Management Bureau website, with the number of available rental properties decreasing every minute, Bi Qiaoan couldn't help but sigh, "There are really quite a few rich people here!"
Shen Yanming paused his groping hand. "What, you want to go?"
"No way! It's really cold over there, but we can manage here. Besides, the weather will get even colder in the future. If we don't hurry up and adapt while it's still relatively 'warm,' are we just waiting to die when global temperatures drop?"
Shen Yanming hugged Bi Qiaoan tightly and leaned against the headboard, saying, "My wife is so smart!"
They both knew that winters would get colder and colder in the future, and only by constantly adapting to the environment could they survive.
Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan were scrolling through the comments section, while at the same time, in the Qinghe Alliance office in the capital, a dozen bigwigs were gathered around a square stove discussing the issue of providing heating.
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