Wen Ruan felt envious and jealous of Song Yan's performance in the World Economics and Politics class yesterday.
I never knew he had a photographic memory; he truly is a male lead blessed with natural talent...
The two sipped their drinks and chatted, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation together...
Seeing Wen Ruan's carefree demeanor, Song Yan really didn't want to disturb her, but after thinking it over and over again, he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up: "Ruan Ruan, I won't be able to stay at home for more than a few days recently. After the holiday, I'm going to a cadre school for closed training as arranged by the bureau..." Song Yan didn't want to say such things on this good day when Wen Ruan was in such a good mood.
However, according to the plan, the holiday ended on Monday and he had to pack his bags to officially register for school. He was afraid that if he told her on Sunday, Wen Ruan would blame him for keeping it from her and only telling her on the last day.
I thought that if I told her now, I could spend the next two days with her and comfort her in time.
Just as Wen Ruan was about to reach for the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of her with her chopsticks... when Song Yan served the dishes, he specifically placed this plate in front of her.
He placed a small piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into his bowl, then put down his chopsticks, remained silent for a long time, reached for the red wine beside him, and took a small sip, as if to calm the turmoil in his heart.
"Where are you going? When will you be back?" After a long silence, Wen Ruan finally spoke.
"At least two months, the exact time has not been set yet, it depends on the learning progress of all of us, and it will be held in Beijing."
Song Yan hesitated for a moment, but still continued, "During the closed training, you can't write letters or make phone calls. Take good care of yourself. If anything happens, you can talk to your parents. I've already told them."
Wen Ruan understood that Song Yan was busy with work, and that he was currently in the rising stage of his career, especially since he had just been transferred to the Commerce Bureau. His superiors attached great importance to him, and this opportunity to go to the training camp was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Not just anyone can get this opportunity, which is undoubtedly very important for future development, and we are paving the way for the future now.
But understanding is one thing, and feeling sad is another.
Although Wen Ruan was extremely excited, she was afraid that Song Yan would worry, so she kept a straight face and forced a smile: "Great, that's good. It shows that the leader trusts you. Let's celebrate together..." She then picked up her wine glass.
Seeing Wen Ruan's behavior, Song Yan was a little worried, so he could only pick up his wine glass and drink it all down with her.
Song Yan was also very reluctant to be separated from Wen Ruan for so long. It was fine when they went on business trips before, as they could communicate and call each other. But this time, during the closed training, no external communication was allowed. In other words, he would not be able to see her or hear her voice for at least two months.
When he first heard the news, Song Yan's first thought was to refuse this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but thankfully reason prevailed and he restrained himself.
There was a long silence between the two. Both Wen Ruan and Song Yan had already anticipated this. They were both people with ideals and ideas, both had the desire to make a difference, and both had their own areas of focus.
For many years to come, the two of them may face similar choices, and being apart for long periods of time is likely to be the norm. However, despite the many problems and difficulties they may face in the future, they trust each other deeply and support each other's careers and ideas, which may be precisely why they are attracted to each other.
Seeing that Song Yan seemed to be in a bad mood, Wen Ruan tried her best to comfort him: "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything at home. I'll visit Mom and Dad when I have time. Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself." As she spoke, her nose tingled with emotion.
Wen Ruan also felt that she was very useless. It was just that Song Yan had been away for two months. It was not like he was not coming back. Why did she have to act like this?
But she felt a lump in her throat and couldn't control the stinging sensation in her nose. The two got married, but separated after Wen Ruan went to university. Fortunately, she could go home every week, and Song Yan would come to the school to have meals with her from time to time.
Aside from Song Yan's recent business trip, which took a long time, they could still communicate by phone. But this time, there have been two months without any news from Song Yan, which Wen Ruan must find hard to accept.
That night, the two chatted and drank until very late. Wen Ruan felt a little dizzy, and the house seemed to be tilting, with Song Yan swaying back and forth in front of her.
"Don't move!" Wen Ruan reached out and pressed down on Song Yan, who was standing quietly beside her and was about to reach out to carry her back to the room.
Song Yan stood still, not daring to move, wondering what other instructions she had.
"I told you not to move!" Wen Ruan was a little angry when she saw Song Yan still swaying back and forth and not listening to her, so she reached out and hit Song Yan's arm.
Song Yan also felt a little wronged. He hadn't moved, but seeing Wen Ruan's hazy, drunken state, he knew she might have had too much to drink.
"Ruan Ruan, be good, I'll carry you to wash up and go to bed..." Song Yan reached out and picked up Wen Ruan, who was sitting on the stool, and prepared to carry her into the room.
Wen Ruan was startled when Song Yan suddenly picked her up. She instinctively clung tightly to Song Yan's neck. When Song Yan tried to put her on the bed, Wen Ruan refused to let go and got down.
Song Yan wanted to find a towel to give Wen Ruan a quick wash, but he didn't have any free hands and didn't dare to pull too hard, afraid of hurting her...
Song Yan patiently coaxed and tried all sorts of methods, but Wen Ruan still refused to let go, as if she was trying to find a comfortable position to rub against him.
Song Yan felt like he was about to collapse. Being clung to her so tightly, being touched in places she shouldn't have, who could stand that?
Large beads of sweat poured from Song Yan's forehead. Finally, when Wen Ruan let out a soft moan because she was feeling unwell, the connection in his mind snapped completely, and the emotions in his heart erupted like a volcano, becoming uncontrollable.
Song Yan snapped the light off, then pulled Wen Ruan onto the bed, pinning her down in a deep kiss. His actions became increasingly ruthless, his hands roughly pulling off her cumbersome long dress...
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