The briefcase on Wei Zhuolan's knees trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes slightly, and the shadow covered the gloom that flashed across his eyes.
When he looked up again, his expression had returned to a gentle state:
"It was my fault for not thinking carefully enough, and the rumors damaged the reputation of the Fu family."
His voice was low, with just the right amount of regret:
"Qin Ying is the orphan of a martyr. I took extra care of her out of sympathy, but it caused her to be misunderstood."
When he said the words "martyr's orphan", the tip of his tongue pressed against his back teeth, as if he was chewing something bitter.
He paused and took out a document from his briefcase. The edges of the paper still had the rough edges of being newly opened.
"This is the transfer order I voluntarily requested from the medical school. Some past events need to be put to rest."
Xu Jinshu looked at the young man in front of her. She was originally very satisfied with him. He came from a prominent family, was handsome, and was humble. He was outstanding in every aspect.
But when I think of the last time when Fu Hanting secretly cried late at night on the day Qin Ying was fired, I feel sad.
This child is good at everything, but why can't he distinguish the important from the unimportant?
"Zhuo Lan, the news we heard is that you were forced to resign, and it was because of Qin Ying. Now you suddenly want to go on a blind date with Han Ting. This... How can we be at ease?"
Wei Zhuolan bowed slightly, his expression sincere:
"Auntie, there's nothing wrong between Qin Ying and me. We're just ordinary friends. It's because someone deliberately distorted our relationship that I decided to resign. I want to make a complete break with the past and treat Han Ting wholeheartedly from now on."
Fu Qixun slammed the teacup on the table:
"That's easy to say! End it? The Security Department is investigating Qin Ying, and you, the Wei family, dare to say you had no involvement?"
Wei Zhuolan straightened his back and met the old man's angry gaze with a firm gaze:
"Commander Fu, I guarantee with my Party spirit that if this matter involves me or my family, I am willing to accept any punishment from the organization. This time, I came to make it clear to you that I am absolutely not perfunctory about marrying Han Ting."
He pulled a document from his briefcase:
"This is the letter of commitment I wrote, with my signature and fingerprint on it. If I go back on my word today, I will be at the mercy of the Fu family."
Xu Jinshu took the letter of commitment and read it carefully, his brows still furrowed.
"Marriage is a major event that affects the lives of two people. It cannot be guaranteed by a piece of paper."
Wei Zhuolan suddenly chuckled, then quickly suppressed his smile and said solemnly:
"Aunt Xu, I understand. In the days ahead, I will prove my feelings with my actions."
He paused and continued:
"I heard Han Ting likes reading, so I found some rare good books on the market. I want to give them to her in person someday. Is that convenient?"
At this time, at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, Fu Hanting hid behind the door, biting her lips, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, staring at Wei Zhuolan downstairs without blinking.
When Wei Zhuolan occasionally looked up, his gaze towards the stairs seemed gentle, but as it passed through the empty corner, a sinister look flashed in his eyes like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
Fu Qixun suddenly slammed the table:
“That’s enough!”
He grabbed the military cap and put it on his head, the cap badge made a dull sound.
"Let's go back first. We still need to discuss this matter."
Wei Zhuolan hesitated for a moment, stood up, and deliberately looked again and again at the place on the second floor where Fu Hanting had just stayed. If he couldn't see Fu Hanting today, it would be like a wasted trip.
He bent down and picked up the briefcase on the table, a vicious look in his eyes.
He stood up straight, with a gentle smile on his face again:
"Then I won't bother Uncle Fu and Aunt Xu. I'll visit them another day."
After saying this, Wei Zhuolan looked towards the second floor again, the expression on his face was self-evident.
Xu Jinshu looked at Fu Qixun and saw that he seemed to be about to leave, so he quickly pulled him back and whispered:
"Let Han Ting change her clothes. Since you're here, you can't just ignore me..."
Fu Qixun was stunned for a moment. Not being allowed to see him meant rejection.
It's like leaving no room for negotiation. Once you meet, saying no is also an excuse.
He did not object anymore and said softly to Xu Jinshu:
"First, ask that girl what she meant. I just saw her eavesdropping at the stairs. First, tell her, no matter who it is, this is your opinion, not mine."
"I see. I know what to do."
Xu Jinshu patted his arm and said with a smile.
Fu Qixun hummed and shook Xu Jinshu's hand:
"I trust you to do the job."
After saying that, he left with his guards without even looking at Wei Zhuolan.
As soon as Fu Qixun's footsteps disappeared at the door, Xu Jinshu looked at the empty door frame, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the tea stains on the edge of the enamel pot, and suddenly chuckled:
"Zhuo Lan, young people always talk about fate. Since we are here, we are here."
She took a sip of the cold tea, and the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup looked dark brown in the twilight.
"Tingting is cleaning the room upstairs. If you don't mind, have a cup of hot tea before leaving?"
Before she finished speaking, she had already stepped onto the carpeted wooden stairs, making a rustling sound mixed with a dull sound.
Wei Zhuolan straightened his back instantly, his briefcase hanging naturally at his side, revealing just the right amount of surprise and joy:
"Aunt Xu, you mean..."
His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were astonishingly bright, like the clearness of first snow falling on green tiles.
"Actually, I specially ironed my new shirt before going out, thinking that if I could see Han Ting today..."
As she spoke, she raised her hand to adjust her collar, her movements elegant yet a bit shy.
Xu Jinshu turned around holding the stair railing, looking at the young man's slightly red ears and slightly embarrassed smile, and felt as if he was a young man falling in love for the first time.
"There's still warm water in the thermos."
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