The laboratory at Xie's Group's R&D center was as bright as day.
Cool white light poured down from the ceiling, illuminating rows of sophisticated instruments and reflecting a metallic, cold sheen.
Xie Zhecheng, dressed in a white lab coat, stood in front of a spectrometer, his fingertips slid rapidly across the control panel, and the blue data streams danced in his eyes like a miniature galaxy.
"They're here." Hearing the footsteps, he didn't turn his head, his tone was calm, but he accurately recognized that it was Yu Jiuyuan's footsteps.
Yu Jiuyuan walked up behind him, her gaze falling on the complex waveforms on the screen: "Busy?"
"We're analyzing the neural signal feedback of the intelligent medical system." Xie Zhecheng pulled up a new set of data. "You've come at the right time, take a look at this."
He stepped aside to make room, and two sets of comparison charts immediately appeared on the screen.
The red curves represent the vibration frequency of traditional surgical instruments, while the blue ones represent the intelligent instruments they developed, with smooth lines resembling carefully ironed silk.
"The error is controlled within 0.02 millimeters." Xie Zhecheng's tone carried a barely perceptible pride. "It's even better than expected."
Looking at the perfect curves, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly remembered Xie Zhecheng's pursuit of perfection in everything he did.
His world, like these data, cannot tolerate the slightest deviation, but that is what gives it a reassuring reliability.
“That’s amazing,” she said sincerely. “Your mother will be very proud.”
When Xie Zhecheng mentioned his mother, his eyes softened: "She will come to the lab tomorrow, and you can ask her to tell you about the specific clinical applications."
“Okay.” Yu Jiuyuan smiled, walked to the lab bench next to her, picked up a printed parameter report and looked through it.
The laboratory was quiet, with only the low hum of the instruments and the occasional conversation between the two people.
This pure atmosphere, centered around data and logic, gradually relaxed her tense nerves.
There was no concealment, no probing, no tangled secrets.
Having clear goals and quantifiable results made her feel incredibly relaxed.
"You know about the Su family's matter?" Yu Jiuyuan suddenly spoke, her gaze still fixed on the report, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather.
Xie Zhecheng paused for a moment while operating the instrument, then resumed his normal actions: "About Chairman Lin and Su Mingyu signing a contract? I just received the news."
What do you think?
"The Lin family wants to use the Su family's technology to open up the international market, while the Su family wants to use the Lin family's local resources to gain a foothold." Xie Zhecheng pulled up a market analysis report. "It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement; it won't last long."
His analysis was calm and objective, devoid of any emotion, like dissecting a laboratory mouse.
Looking at his focused profile, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly felt that 77's level of affection was just right—enough to be trusted, yet maintaining a safe distance.
“Xie Zhecheng,” she put down the report and looked at him seriously, “If… I mean, if you found out that someone close to you was hiding something from you, what would you do?”
Xie Zhecheng looked up, the light reflecting coldly off his glasses, obscuring his emotions: "It depends on the situation."
"for example?"
“If it’s to protect me, I’ll understand, but I won’t forgive it.”
His tone was calm: "Trust is based on honesty. Any form of concealment is a betrayal of trust."
Yu Jiuyuan's heart trembled slightly.
Yes, understanding doesn't mean forgiveness.
Just as she understood that Rong Shenghan might have his own unspeakable difficulties, she could not forgive his deception.
"You're right." She smiled, the gloom in her eyes lessening somewhat. "It seems I made the right choice coming to you today."
Xie Zhecheng looked at the genuine smile on her face, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just lowered his head and continued operating the instrument: "There are a few data points in the report that need to be corrected. I'll send them to your email."
"good."
The snow had stopped when I left the R&D center.
Moonlight streamed through the clouds, coating the snow-covered ground with a layer of silver frost. Yu Jiuyuan stood by the roadside waiting for a car when her phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from an unknown number, containing only a photo.
Rong Shenghan stood in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the camera, holding a photo frame in his hand. His profile looked particularly lonely in the moonlight.
The sender was unsigned, but Yu Jiuyuan recognized it immediately—it was from the second-floor study of the villa. Was it the butler? Or did Rong Shenghan deliberately have it sent?
She stared at the photo for a few seconds, her finger hovering over the screen for a moment, before finally pressing the delete button.
Did he think she would soften her heart by playing this weak-willed trick?
It was already late at night when the car returned to the villa.
A wall lamp was still on in the living room, casting a warm yellow light that cast a blurry halo on the floor, but it couldn't illuminate the empty room.
When Yu Jiuyuan changed her shoes, she saw a pair of men's slippers on the shoe cabinet, the same pair that Rong Shenghan often wore.
There were still some wet snow stains on the edges of his shoes, indicating that he had been back.
Without thinking much, she went straight upstairs.
As I passed the study, the door was ajar, and a faint light shone from inside.
She stopped, hesitated for a few seconds, and then pushed open the door and went inside.
Rong Shenghan fell asleep on his desk.
He didn't take off his coat, and his shoulders shrugged slightly, as if he wasn't sleeping soundly.
Several documents were scattered on the table. The top one was an investigation report on the Su family's businesses, with dense red markings, indicating that he had studied it for a long time.
Beside him lay a framed photograph containing a faded old picture. A young woman was holding a little boy, her smile gentle. The woman's features bore a resemblance to Rong Shenghan's, especially her warm eyes.
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