The sandalwood clock in the study made a slight but rhythmic ticking sound.
Liu Yuzheng sat down slowly, and the leather sofa made a slight sound under his head. "I'm here because Guanghua Newspaper Office was closed down." His fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup, as if he was thinking about how to phrase it.
Zheng Wanqing's hand holding the kettle paused almost imperceptibly, causing tiny ripples in the cup of tea.
Xie Yun tapped his knuckles on the table: "Guanghua has been too popular recently, and the Japanese army is keeping a close eye on it. I can only ask the police department to do something for now."
"Qiu Huayan told me everything." Liu Zheng's brows relaxed a little, "His colleagues have been safely transferred. I guess the young marshal helped them secretly."
Zheng Wanqing lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes. She was familiar with the name Qiu Huayan, the editor of Awakening and a representative of the radical faction.
Xie Yun rubbed his temples: "Editor Liu, forgive me for being blunt, but given the current situation of Awakening, I can hardly guarantee..."
"I understand." Liu Zheng smiled bitterly, with helplessness and bitterness in his smile, "But Brother Qiu's personality..."
"The pressure from the Japanese army is increasing day by day." Xie Yun's voice sank a few notches, "I have difficulties too."
The conversation ended in a solemn atmosphere. After seeing Liu Yuzheng off, Zheng Wanqing walked behind Xie Yun and gently pressed her fingertips on his temple, her movements gentle and soothing.
"My mother always says that my technique is more effective than that of traditional Chinese medicine doctors." Her voice is as gentle as water and as soft as a gurgling stream.
Xie Yun closed his eyes and smiled softly, his face showing comfort and satisfaction: "Madam, this massage really makes me feel much more comfortable."
He suddenly stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently sat her on his lap. "I'll have to trouble you to help me pack for the party tonight."
Zheng Wanqing leaned gently against his solid chest, "You always wear military uniform, and the suits in your closet are going moldy." Her fingers unconsciously played with his collar button.
"Then wear it for Madam to see tonight." He chuckled, his warm breath brushing across her hair.
Zheng Wanqing stood up excitedly and took out a dark grey suit from the closet. This was the suit she had picked out at a foreign company on Xiafei Road. She was certain that the cut would perfectly accentuate his broad shoulders and narrow waist. After Xie Yun changed into it, she couldn't help but hold her breath. The suit seemed to be tailor-made for him, perfectly outlining his tall and straight figure. His long legs looked even straighter and longer under the trousers, and he exuded a cool and noble aura.
Xie Yun caught a glimpse of her blushing cheeks in the mirror, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He leaned over and put his chin on her shoulder, his breath burning: "Are you satisfied?"
Zheng Wanqing covered her burning ears and took a step back: "...I still need a tie."
"It's all up to you, madam." The tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.
"How about this one?" Zheng Wanqing held up an ink-blue silk tie. The pattern on its edge was faintly visible under the dim light, and delicate silver vines were embroidered on the edge.
Xie Yun took the tie and measured it in front of the mirror: "The one chosen by Madam must be the best."
"It suits you." she whispered.
Xie Yun pulled her into his arms, and they both looked into the mirror.
"No matter how fancy the clothes are, they are not half as good as yours..." His chin rubbed the top of her head, and his smiling eyes were reflected in the mirror.
Zheng Wanqing's ears felt hot. This man always liked to find opportunities to say these embarrassing words.
"Shall I help you tie it?" She tried to change the subject, with a hint of shyness in her voice.
"Thank you, Madam." He bent down cooperatively, but his hands were restlessly around her waist.
Zheng Wanqing put the tie around his neck, her fingers nimbly moving through the tie. She tilted her head slightly, concentrating on the movements in her hands, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Xie Yun looked at Zheng Wanqing, who was so close to him, and greedily sniffed the faint jasmine scent on her body.
Zheng Wanqing smoothed her tie and glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's time to go."
"Yes." Xie Yun gently put the shawl on her, took her hand, and kissed the back of her hand, "The car is waiting outside the house."
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