"..."
Qin Yanzheng remained silent for a moment, then said, "That was just an unsuitable relationship. How fragile must Second Sister be to become so hesitant? I think she just doesn't want to date and is focused on her career!"
After a pause, Qin Yanzheng added, "That should be correct, as can be seen from the numerous awards she has received in recent years."
Even so, Second Sister can't stay single forever, can she?
Song Lan frowned slightly: "She'll be thirty soon after the New Year. If she keeps dragging this on, it'll be hard for her to find a suitable partner. We're her brother and sister-in-law, we can't let her do whatever she wants, what do you think?"
"I'll listen to you. We'll talk to Second Sister when she gets home."
Since he always believed his wife was right, Qin Yanzheng had no objection to what Song Lan said.
"Then it's settled!"
Song Lan's brow relaxed, and she continued, "Tomorrow I'll check the pulses of Dad, my parents, and Aunt Liu. If everything is alright, everything will be fine. But if anything is found, it's best to get treatment as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yanzheng nodded, and then asked, "How many days will you be resting at home this time?"
"Two days."
Song Lan responded.
"Just two days?"
Qin Yanzheng's dark eyes were filled with tenderness: "Why didn't you rest for a few more days?"
"The results of the Phase III clinical trials are coming out soon, and I need to personally oversee the process to prevent any anomalies in the data."
If it weren't for Dean Su's strong persuasion to go home and rest, she insisted on waiting until the Phase III clinical trials were completed before going home to see her family and take a day or two of rest.
"Don't push yourself too hard, even though you have an assistant here! It'll break my heart!"
Reaching out to embrace her, Qin Yanzheng's eyes filled with even more tenderness. He said, "Wife, all I want is for you to be well!"
"And you're talking about me? Why don't you think about yourself?"
Looking up at the man, Song Lan's beautiful eyes were full of smiles: "In recent years, in order to meet work deadlines, you often don't come home for three or four months at a time."
Sometimes we don't even see you for six months, which shows how busy you are, and indirectly proves that you've never had a proper rest.
"I am a man, physically strong, and I won't easily collapse from working long hours."
Qin Yanzheng's voice was clear yet gentle, but upon hearing it, Song Lan immediately glared at him: "Are you sexist?"
"No, no, absolutely not!"
Driven by a strong will to survive, Qin Yanzheng shook his head repeatedly. He explained, "What I mean is that I feel sorry for you. Yes, that's it, honey. You have to believe me. I promise I'm telling you what I really mean!"
"I didn't say I didn't believe you."
Song Lan gave the man a playful glare, then said, "Go to sleep, I'm so tired!"
"Wife~"
Qin Yanzheng looked aggrieved. Seeing this, Song Lan frowned and asked, "What are you doing putting on this act?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Yanzheng didn't say anything; he simply kissed her red lips.
Time ticked by, and the kiss lingered on.
The air in the room gradually warmed up, and pink bubbles filled the entire space.
"Wife, I miss you..."
The man held the woman in his arms as they lay down on the bed, his voice slightly hoarse: "Have you missed me?"
Before Song Lan could catch her breath, she blurted out two words: "No!"
"Yeah?"
Qin Yanzheng's thin lips curved into a slight smile, his dark eyes filled with laughter and doting affection: "I don't believe it!" He kissed her lips again.
"Mmm~"
Song Lan tried to push the man away, but he didn't give her a chance at all.
Intimate sounds filled the room, accompanied by slight noises...
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Shanghai.
A hotel.
After attending last night's awards ceremony, because it was quite late, Qin Yaxin neither flew to the film set nor returned home to Beijing.
Instead, she stayed at the hotel for the night. To her surprise, she ran into the person she hadn't seen for more than three years as soon as she stepped out of the hotel early in the morning.
Okay, actually it wasn't her who ran into her; it was the other person who found out she was staying at this hotel and waited for her at the door early in the morning.
It's like "waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump"!
"Xin Xin!"
Qin Yaxin glanced at the other person indifferently, not intending to pay any attention to them. Unexpectedly, as she passed by the other person, her left arm was grabbed.
"let go."
Her tone was calm and even, but even so, the other person still let go of her hand. Looking at the man, Qin Yaxin said, "I wonder what business Mr. Zhou has with me?"
"Xin Xin, we haven't seen each other for more than three years. Do you have to talk to me like this?"
Needless to say, the Mr. Zhou that Qin Yaxin was talking about was Zhou Zhiyuan, her ex-boyfriend. At this moment, Zhou Zhiyuan looked at Qin Yaxin, his hurt in his eyes undisguised.
Was there something wrong with my tone?
Qin Yaxin looked completely bewildered.
"After all, we dated!"
The hurt in Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes was replaced by deep affection. He said, "Xin Xin, I got divorced last year. I was thinking of going to talk to you about it, but I couldn't find an opportunity to meet you. Yesterday, I attended the film festival awards ceremony with the crew. Did you know that?"
I was so happy to see you there, but my seat was a bit far from you, so I had to wait until the awards ceremony was over before I could say hello.
As it turned out, you went back to the hotel early, so I had to wait outside the hotel where you were staying this morning to tell you about my divorce and congratulate you on winning the grand prize!
“Mr. Zhou, I accept your congratulations, but you don’t need to tell me whether you’re getting a divorce or not. After all, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. If there’s nothing else, I have to go to the airport, so I won’t chat with you any longer.”
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