"It's like this, I heard that my sister-in-law's temper has been a bit bad since she gave birth, and I wanted to remind you, could she be suffering from postpartum depression?"
Postpartum depression?
Song Shiting didn't understand. He wasn't by Ruan Qingling's side at the time, but Ruan Qingling had said that after giving birth to Ya Ya, her health deteriorated day by day, so she had been focusing on health preservation ever since.
Moreover, the current Ruan Qingling is probably not the same Ruan Qingling as before.
Thinking of this, Song Shiting looked at Zhao Anyan and said, "Don't make wild guesses."
He even thought about preventing Zhao Anyan from writing anything haphazardly.
Zhao Anyan immediately assured him, "Brother Song, we've known each other for a long time. Don't you know me? Why are you so worried about me? My writing is definitely based on facts."
"I wouldn't write something without factual basis."
Song Shiting said, "That's your business. Why are you following me?"
He walked quickly, trying his best to keep his distance from Zhao Anyan.
Zhao Anyan, however, was trying her best to keep up with Song Shiting's pace.
"Brother Song, don't walk so fast, wait for me."
Song Shiting said, "Don't follow me, or people will misunderstand."
Zhao Anyan laughed and said, "I really didn't expect you to be so old-fashioned. What misunderstanding? What could possibly happen in broad daylight when we're walking on the street?"
Song Shiting said, "Don't follow me, I don't have time to chat with you."
Zhao Anyan immediately said, "Brother Song, I want to do an interview now, and I want to know some things from you. Are you going to the office now? I'd like to go with you."
Song Shiting said, "Don't follow me. You can interview whoever you want."
But Zhao Anyan refused to leave: "One of the people I'm writing about right now is you. What am I supposed to do if you won't let me interview you?"
"Also, I want to write a novel that tells the heroic stories of how you police officers chase criminals on the front lines and fight with them. I heard about your heroic deeds last time and I want to incorporate them into my novel. I want to collect material."
This was the best and most important excuse she could think of to get closer to Song Shiting.
She believed Song Shiting wouldn't pay any attention to her.
Ruan Qingling was in class and had no idea what was happening outside.
The course is over.
Just as Ruan Qingling was about to leave, Liu Mei suddenly looked at her with a sarcastic expression.
With her arms crossed, she sneered, "It's rare to see you still able to attend classes here. Your man is about to run off with someone else."
Ruan Qingling smiled slightly and said, "You even know about this? You're really resourceful!"
"..."
Liu Mei was speechless for a moment, but the next second she sneered. "Ruan Qingling, I think you're the kind of person who won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Just wait and see."
She had been mistaken before, always thinking that Ruan Qingling was another man's wife. Unexpectedly, she later found out that Ruan Qingling's husband was the very handsome man she had met when she went out to eat that day.
She had just been called by Lao Zeng to deliver medicine when she saw a pretty young woman talking to her husband outside.
That's why she couldn't help but tell Ruan Qingling about it.
Unexpectedly, this woman showed no appreciation whatsoever.
Then let's just wait and see what happens.
Anyway, she was just there to watch the show.
Ruan Qingling roughly guessed what was going on; the person being talked about must be Zhao Anyan.
She turned and walked outside.
Song Shiting is back.
My recovery is going well; I can now ride a bike and walk without any problems.
As soon as he got back, he went to find Old Wu.
I want to be discharged from the hospital.
Old Wu said, "You can decide for yourself. You can stay another day."
Song Shiting: "Never mind, no need."
Old Wu: "I'll arrange an afternoon for you."
Song Shiting nodded.
...
Song Shiting rode over on a brand new bicycle.
Ruan Qingling stopped and looked at Song Shiting.
He came against the light, his uniform particularly dazzling, making his figure stand tall and straight like a pine tree. The closer she looked, the faster her heart raced.
Logically speaking, she had seen too many men of this type in her past life, all of them handsome, but she had never seen anyone like Song Shiting.
His good looks are exactly what she likes.
Ruan Qingling watched him push his bicycle towards her and asked, "Your bicycle is here?"
He mentioned last time that he had a bicycle ticket and wanted to buy another bicycle, but he was injured and hospitalized again, so the matter was delayed.
However, it's not too late.
Song Shiting said, "Give it a try."
Ruan Qingling: "No need to try."
It's not that she can't ride.
Song Shiting locked the bicycle and handed the key to Ruan Qingling.
"I'll tie the child chair on when I get back."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
"Ruan Qingling, your telegram."
The postman called out to Ruan Qingling as she approached.
Ruan Qingling took it and glanced at it.
The message contained six words: "Father is seriously ill, come quickly."
Is this referring to Nguyen Han Min?
She looked up and glanced at Song Shiting.
Song Shiting stretched out two fingers, took the note from her hand, crumpled it up, and threw it aside.
"They were anxious because they hadn't waited for you to come over."
Ruan Qingling also felt that Zhao Mei was not waiting for her and became anxious.
If she doesn't respond, Zhao Mei will be anxious to death.
Song Shiting said, "Don't worry about her, just delay it a bit longer."
Ruan Qingling meant the same thing.
The more Zhao Mei wanted it, the more she dragged her feet, to see who could be more impatient.
"Brother Song."
A friendly voice rang out.
Zhao Anyan had already arrived in front of them.
Song Shiting's eyes were deep and unfathomable.
Zhao Anyan said, "Brother Song, what good food is there in town? I'd like to go with you and see for myself."
As she spoke, she nodded to Ruan Qingling, her attitude very friendly.
Like an old friend of many years.
Song Shiting said, "I can't take you with me."
Zhao Anyan looked puzzled: "How could that be? It's noon, aren't you going to eat? I'm all alone in town, and I don't know anyone here. The only person I can turn to is you. Besides, I also want to ask you how long it usually takes to report a case to the police in my current situation."
Song Shiting said expressionlessly, "You should go directly to the office for consultation during working hours."
Zhao Anyan shook her head: "I just went there. There was only one police officer on duty. The person in charge of my case wasn't there. I heard his mother wasn't doing well, so he went back to take care of her."
Song Shiting: "Then you can go this afternoon."
Zhao Anyan wasn't angry at all about Song Shiting's bad attitude towards her. Instead, she chuckled and said, "That's been too long. You can work there, it's the same if I look for you."
Song Shiting said, "It's different. I'm not in charge of your case."
Zhao Anyan: "But they need to report to you. I know you must know, Brother Song, please help me."
Song Shiting: "This is the last meal."
Zhao Anyan laughed: "What are you saying? People who don't know better will think this is my last meal before I'm beheaded, Qingling, don't you think?"
Once she figured out Ruan Qingling's name, she called it out directly.
Ruan Qingling said, "Maybe that's the feeling he gets from having dinner with you."
"..." Zhao Anyan smiled awkwardly, but was not discouraged at all.
She had finally fallen for him, only to lose to a woman from the countryside, a situation she couldn't swallow.
The next second, her smile brightened again.
"Brother Song, you have two bicycles, can you give me a ride?"
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