Chapter 66 Reconciliation
◎“Leave the rhythm to you”◎
The usually bustling office seemed exceptionally deserted today. Zhao Yan sat diagonally opposite her, casually twirling a pen with his fingertips, his eyes calm and gentle, without any sense of oppression.
It seemed like just a casual question.
The momentary nervousness he felt upon hearing the question seemed to dissipate a lot. He paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Zhao Yan said "hmm" lightly, withdrew his gaze, and focused on the work in front of him, without further comment.
It seemed that the question just now was really just a casual question. She sighed silently in her heart, and an unknown sense of loss rose up. When she realized it, she became even more angry at her own stubbornness.
Jiang Siyue, ah Jiang Siyue, you are the one who suggested being calm, but you are also the one who is unhappy. You are a double standard.
After silently condemning myself in my heart, I couldn't bear to read the words in front of me, so I pushed the stool away and left the office.
In the corridor outside, several students were eating breakfast. Jiang Siyue turned and went to the rooftop. Before she opened the door, she felt the strong wind. As soon as she stuck her head out, her hair immediately got all over her face.
Jiang Siyue quickly straightened her hair and ran out. After standing against the wind, her hair all fell back obediently, the wind blew on her face, and she ignored the coldness of early winter, which was actually quite comfortable.
She likes the wind and the feeling of freedom. Ultimately, it may be because she is a very entangled and unruly person.
I told Zhao Yan to think about it, but in fact she had already thought about it, but she just didn't know how to do it.
It seems like there are risks in everything I do, and I happen to be an extremely risk-averse person.
Jiang Siyue thought about it and decided to call Meng Zhuqing. She first asked about her safety. After receiving the "OK" reply, she talked about her own entanglement. She automatically ignored the parts involving An Lin.
"In that case, why don't you adjust to divorced life sooner rather than later?" Meng Zhuqing said without hesitation, inviting him immediately. "Move in and live with me for a few days. It'll be just right for me to keep you company. If you can really adjust, then we can talk about other things. Come over quickly, Yue Baoer. I'll be waiting for you at home."
Jiang Siyue listened to her coquettishness and smiled, "Okay."
Suddenly there was a slight noise at the iron gate. Jiang Siyue stuck her head out as if possessed by a mystery and saw a couple fighting.
What was she expecting? Did she really think Zhao Yan was some kind of human radar?
Not interested in being a third wheel, Jiang Siyue retreated through the iron gate. After making the decision to "go to Meng Zhuqing and Daidai," the gloom that had been lingering in her heart dissipated considerably. The gears in her body stopped stagnating and began turning again. Although she wasn't sure if the direction was right, she still felt lighthearted.
When she returned to the office, a few more classmates came. Zhao Yan was not at his seat. There was a takeaway medicine on the table. After making sure it had been opened, Jiang Siyue ignored it and packed up and left.
While waiting for the elevator to come up, she sent a message to Zhao Yan.
[Jiang Siyue: I'm going to Meng Zhuqing's place for a few days, you can go home and stay.]
After the message was sent, Zhao Yan did not reply immediately. Jiang Siyue looked at the chat interface and added another message.
[Jiang Siyue: Rest well and take medicine on time.]
Since she wanted to simulate divorce life, she had to do it thoroughly, so she deleted the WeChat account.
Meng Zhuqing's rented house was in the Sixth Ring Road. After taking several subways, Jiang Siyue finally arrived at her house. Meng Zhuqing didn't ask any questions about her sudden arrival.
They stayed there for nearly a week. During this time, although Meng Zhuqing had to go to work every day, he would drag her to check in at various popular places as soon as he got off work.
On Sunday, Meng Zhuqing said that there was a new coffee shop in the city center that was particularly good for taking photos, so he dragged her over early in the morning. After taking a bunch of beautiful photos, she started to drink the cold coffee in front of her.
Meng Zhuqing: "How does your life feel without Zhao Yan?"
Jiang Siyue looked back at this period of time. She walked 20,000 steps every day and fell asleep as soon as she got home. "It seemed... quite fulfilling."
Meng Zhuqing nodded thoughtfully, stirred the latte in front of him, and asked with his chin propped up, "When are you getting divorced?"
"I--" Jiang Siyue hesitated, and looking at Meng Zhuqing's meaningful smile, she pursed her lips and said nothing.
Meng Zhuqing: "Let me ask you another question. When will you reconcile with your teacher Zhao?"
The cell phone in the bag rang cheerfully, and Jiang Siyue quickly opened it and answered it, "Hello, go ahead." Even if it was a scam call, she didn't want to keep talking.
but--
"Are you Jiang Siyue, Zhao Yan's wife? We are from the academic misconduct investigation team. Could you please come to the University of Finance and Economics right now? We need your cooperation on some matters."
Mingmei's heart sank, and her hand unconsciously clasped the phone tightly. "Can I ask what's going on?"
"Now that you're here, let's talk in detail."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Jiang Siyue gestured to Meng Zhuqing, grabbed her bag and left quickly. "Is Zhao Yan involved in this too? Where is he?"
"I'm not sure about that."
The other party kept his mouth shut and nothing could be asked of Jiang Siyue. It was difficult for Jiang Siyue to get a taxi at the intersection, so she walked forward anxiously for a distance and finally got into a taxi successfully.
Jiang Siyue logged into WeChat, which she had not seen for a long time, and looked at the red dots gushing out, her heart becoming more and more nervous.
The phone paused for a while before it stopped. Apart from the group messages, there were messages from Yue Huan. As for Zhao Yan... there was nothing next to his avatar.
After reading Yue Huan's message, Jiang Siyue understood the whole story.
Eight graduate students from the School of Economics at the University of Finance and Economics jointly reported in their real names almost all the teachers in the school for academic fraud, exploitation of students, and other behaviors. The incident caused a big uproar and had a bad impact, so higher-level people came to investigate.
It is said that Zhao Yan is also on this list.
All the students were interviewed in the past few days. Even though they stated that they had not been exploited, Yue Huan and Li Rongbo met with the investigation team several times.
The last sentence Yue Huan sent was: "Teacher Zhao must be feeling very uncomfortable right now, Mrs. Yue, please convey to us that we are on Teacher Zhao's side!"
All messages were sent two days ago.
All the emotions in my heart were scattered and intertwined together, my heart felt swollen and very uncomfortable.
"Miss, are you okay?" The taxi driver asked with concern, seeing her pale face. Jiang Siyue wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't make a sound, so she had to wave her hand to indicate that she was "fine".
The person who had been deliberately ignored for many days suddenly exploded in her mind. She typed tremblingly, but deleted them one by one. She didn't know what to say to either Yue Huan or Zhao Yan.
The investigation process was very simple. They just asked a few questions and provided some paper information, and then the staff let her leave.
After getting in the taxi, Jiang Siyue couldn't wait to say "Shanshuiju".
This kind of investigation will at most result in suspension from work and home, but it is impossible to lock someone up. Zhao Yan is definitely not the type of person to confide in others, so he is most likely at home.
If not...
Then change the place yourself.
I was extremely nervous along the way. When I got home, it was already dark. There was no light on in the house, and it was dark and dull.
After entering the room, she didn't bother to turn on the light. She rushed upstairs anxiously and was suddenly tripped by an unknown object in the stairwell. Her knee hit the ground heavily, and she felt numb with pain.
She quickly got up and went upstairs. When she reached the end of the stairs, she bumped into someone. Her knees went weak in pain and she almost fell to her knees. Zhao Yan held her up.
"Why don't you turn on the lights?"
"When did the investigation begin?"
In the darkness, the two spoke almost at the same time, their eyes met, and then they fell silent at the same time.
After a moment, Zhao Yan picked her up lazily and said in a tone that brooked no room for argument: "Go apply the medicine first."
Before Jiang Siyue could say no, her knee was suddenly pulled, and the pain made her burst into tears. Zhao Yan glanced down at her, his eyes full of helplessness.
He didn't say a single word, but he conveyed all the information.
The bedroom light was turned on, Zhao Yan put her on the chair, turned around and took out the medicine box.
She was wearing a pair of bell-bottom pants today. Not only could she not fold them up to her calves, but when they were pulled, it hurt so much that her eyes turned white.
Zhao Yan: "Take it off."
Jiang Siyue was a little hesitant.
Zhao Yan sneered, "Should I take it off for you?"
“…”
The skin on her knee was broken and bruised, which was particularly creepy. Zhao Yan half-knelt on the ground and rubbed it for her slowly. No one made a sound during the process of applying the medicine, and the air was filled with the fragrance of medicine.
Jiang Siyue stared at his serious expression, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about the investigation?"
Zhao Yan didn't even raise his head. "I'm afraid you'll be interrupted and the time for you to 'think about it carefully' will be extended."
Jiang Siyue was surprised to hear a hint of ridicule in the flat tone of his voice. She immediately retorted, "Am I that kind of person?"
Zhao Yan stopped, looked up, and said seriously, "You are."
Jiang Siyue: “…”
"But it's okay, I don't mind."
His tone was firm and calm, as if he didn't mind how long it took her to think about it. This made her rebellious, and she couldn't help but test it, "What if the result I want is divorce?"
"I won't agree." Zhao Yan finished speaking, and then added as if he had thought of something, "No matter if you are sincere or not, reckless or thoughtful, I don't agree."
Jiang Siyue: "Then what else do you want me to think about? This is a hypocritical free choice."
The leg injury had been treated, but Zhao Yan didn't rush to get up. He still half-knelt on the ground, looking up and said, "I know you lack a sense of security about our relationship, or about me. No matter how I promise or how I express it, this insecurity will always linger in your heart. In this case, I will hand over the rhythm to you and let you take the initiative."
He did not swear to heaven or earth, and his tone was not very excited. However, even with such a calm tone and abstract words, at a certain moment, they all penetrated into Jiang Siyue's body, fitting perfectly.
This increase did not make her feel heavy, but instead made her body lighter than ever before.
Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. In fact, a long time ago, probably the moment she mentioned "divorce", many questions had answers, but only now was she willing to pick up those answers.
"Teacher Zhao." Jiang Siyue's eyes flickered with a smile, and she said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Have you been to study philosophy and love?"
Zhao Yan also chuckled and responded jokingly, "Mr. Jiang, you've been out playing for so many days. How's your article coming along? I hope it can only be published in the "jokes" section in the middle of the magazine."
Jiang Siyue, who has been playing for a few days: Can I still have fun?
The author has something to say:
I don't really want to explain this, but I think it's best to share. Some people might enjoy a violent, rushed reconciliation after an argument, with the hero eagerly appearing by the heroine's side to try to keep her. But Baby Siyue is different. She's sensitive and insecure, and she needs a relaxed environment to think things through. Teacher Zhao sees through this and is willing to respect her.
Actually, these should be expressed in the text, but I am afraid that my expression ability is not good enough, which will cause readers to think that the two protagonists are sick, but in fact, this is not the case. They just have shortcomings. I have carefully designed each character and they are all my hard work. I don’t want them to be scolded, so that’s it~
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