Chapter 117 What kind of trouble are you causing now?
"Yes, right now."
Song Zhan nodded, his eyes exceptionally focused, even displaying a rigorous academic research-like quality.
But seeing his wife's surprised and seemingly reluctant expression, his initial sense of self-righteousness immediately deflated.
Song Zhan's eyes drooped slightly at the corners, and his lips pursed up.
It looked like a large, rejected dog, with a pitiful, whining expression, and its voice even dropped a few decibels.
"You...don't want to cooperate with me? I'll try gently, I promise I won't hurt you."
I want to prepare in advance so you don't suffer at all.
Du Meiling's screams continued for several days, and Song Zhanguang felt sorry for Shen Wanjun whenever he thought about it.
He was determined to learn the trade so that his wife wouldn't have to suffer like that in the future.
Shen Wanjun couldn't stand her husband, who was usually a tough and aloof rough man, showing such a soft and coquettish side to her.
Her heart softened instantly, and her embarrassment and sleepiness vanished in an instant.
Shen Wanjun sighed helplessly yet sweetly, obediently lay down, and took his hand.
"Okay, okay, I'll cooperate. But it's a promise, you have to be gentle."
As soon as Shen Wanjun finished speaking, the air in the room subtly changed.
Ambiguity grows wildly in silence.
With his wife's permission, Song Zhan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
He took a deep breath, trying to appear professional and calm.
Song Zhan tried his best to use very light force, and carefully, with an almost exploratory reverence, covered it.
The two trembled slightly upon contact.
A tingling electric current suddenly surged through Shen Wanjun's back.
Her cheeks quickly flushed crimson.
Song Zhan was already distracted.
His breathing became noticeably heavier, spraying onto Shen Wanjun's neck and causing a slight shiver.
"Is the pressure... appropriate?"
His voice had become low and hoarse at some point, with a frosty texture.
In the quiet night, it appears exceptionally clear and alluring.
Shen Wanjun felt as if the place he touched was on fire, and the heat was spreading faintly.
She dared not look into his eyes; her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was barely audible.
"It's...it's alright...you, you need to concentrate..."
This sounds like a complaint, but also like an unconscious act of coquetry.
Song Zhan's gaze fell on her flushed cheeks, and his eyes suddenly deepened.
Instead of focusing on the technique, he slowly lowered his head, his warm lips almost touching her earlobe.
The voice was low and dangerously alluring.
"Honey, if you feel unwell, just tell me."
Shen Wanjun's body went limp, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Her hand instinctively pressed against his firm chest, trying to push him away but unable to muster the strength.
She raised her shimmering eyes and glared at him reproachfully.
This glance, however, had no power; instead, it seemed like a reluctant acceptance.
"It's...it's fine."
Song Zhan chuckled softly, taking the opportunity to tighten his arms and pull the person into his embrace.
The two bodies were perfectly aligned, and his desire to "practice" had long since vanished.
Instead, a surge of intense longing emerged.
Song Zhan gently rubbed his forehead against Shen Wanjun's nose, his gaze fixed intently on her dreamy eyes.
His voice was hoarse: "Wife... I'm going to make a mistake again."
The last three words were almost breathy, carrying endless pleading and helplessness.
It completely shattered Shen Wanjun's already crumbling defenses.
She could no longer utter any words of refusal; she could only close her eyes, tilt her head back slightly, and tacitly agree.
Upon receiving the signal, Song Zhan could no longer restrain himself and lowered his head to kiss the soft lips he had long coveted.
...
As dawn broke and the first light of day appeared on the horizon, Song Juan's voice called for dinner came from the living room.
"Juan'er, the dumpling soup you made is really delicious."
Song Zhan was in a good mood and, for the first time ever, praised Song Juan.
Song Juan's eyes widened. "Brother, did you do something to betray me?"
When has her brother ever spoken to her so kindly? Something's definitely up.
"That's not true." Song Zhan immediately regained his poker face.
Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief. That's more like it. This is the face her brother looks like.
The four were eating when there was a knock on the door.
Song Juan opened the door and exclaimed in surprise, "Dean Tang, what brings you here?"
Then it occurred to me: "Are you here to see Dr. Huang?"
Tang Renyi nodded: "I heard he lives here."
He looked Song Juan up and down: "What's going on here...?"
Seeing his strange expression, Song Juan guessed that he might have misunderstood and said, "Dr. Huang is just staying at my brother's house."
Song Juan tried her best to prove that she and Huang Ya were completely innocent and that nothing had happened between them.
Little did she know, the more she explained, the more suspicious Tang Renyi became, but he didn't have time to care about that right now.
Huang Ya walked out of the room, rubbed his sore eyes, and yawned.
He mumbled, "Dean Tang, you wanted to see me?"
Tang Renyi smiled and said, "Yes. The organization's investigation results regarding your assault have been released."
He paused, then said firmly, "It's been confirmed that the responsibility for your actions does not lie with you."
"In the end, it's all because Old Lady Cui and Liu San acted so unfairly and bullied people. Anyone would have lost their temper in that situation."
"Therefore, the previous decision to suspend you is hereby officially rescinded. You can return to work at the hospital tomorrow."
"Very good!"
Song Juan stomped her feet happily, a relieved smile spreading across her face.
Huang Ya was suspended from his job for standing up for her, and this matter weighed heavily on her mind.
It made her restless and filled with guilt day and night.
Now, the gloom that had been hanging over her heart vanished instantly, and she felt light and refreshed all over.
Song Juan grabbed Shen Wanjun's arm and shook it excitedly.
Huang Ya showed no excitement, only calmly saying, "Dean Tang, I'm really sorry, I have something to do tomorrow and can't go."
Song Juan couldn't help but yell, "Why aren't you going? What kind of trouble are you causing now?"
Are you going to make some new dishes again?
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