Wen Ruan returned home and quietly waited for Song Yan to come home from get off work.
As usual, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and Song Yan was still busy working overtime at his workplace.
Wen Ruan couldn't sit still at home alone, so after cooking the meal, she put it in the pot to keep it warm, picked up her coat, put it on, and walked step by step toward Song Yan's workplace.
The wind was quite chilly on the March night, and the streets were sparsely populated and very quiet. Wen Ruan walked step by step toward the Bureau of Commerce.
Wen Ruan suddenly realized that this was the first time she had walked this road, and the first time she had been to Song Yan's workplace.
Looking back, what she saw most often was Song Yan picking her up and dropping her off at school and to her internship, day after day. But she seemed to have never offered to take him to school or pick him up...
What must Song Yan be feeling each time he drops her off and then rushes off to work alone? Wen Ruan wasn't quite sure, but the thought made her feel a pang of sadness.
Wen Ruan suddenly realized that since their marriage, Song Yan had been the more accommodating and giving party in every aspect. He had also done his best to support her in whatever decisions she made or whatever ideas she had.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan felt as if her heart was being soaked in water, a bittersweet ache filling her with overwhelming emotion.
Along the way, she thought about many things: the unfamiliarity and confusion she felt when she first transmigrated to this world, the love she experienced from her parents for the first time, the support she felt from her lover for the first time, and the first time she understood what love was...
Before long, they arrived at the main entrance of the Commerce Bureau. The entire building was brightly lit, and many people inside must still be at get off work. Perhaps one of those lights belonged to Song Yan, Wen Ruan thought to herself.
Wen Ruan found a spot directly facing the main entrance, ensuring that Song Yan could see her as soon as he got off work. She then stood still with her hands in her pockets, staring intently at the entrance.
This was my first time picking Song Yan up from get off work; countless times before, it seemed like he was always the one waiting.
Wen Ruan sometimes wondered when she realized she had fallen for Song Yan. Perhaps it was because of his handsome face?
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan couldn't help but chuckle softly, as if this was part of the reason...
But more than anything, it was his understanding, his frankness, his unwavering support, and most importantly, his sincerity.
Wen Ruan transmigrated from a world full of schemes and perfunctory behavior. In her previous world, all she had was money and various interests, exploitation and being exploited, trading and being traded. Even the fact that she transmigrated into the book was because her only friend, out of jealousy, wrote her into the novel.
But once she arrived here, she felt that many things she had lacked in the past were gradually being made up for over time.
Song Yan played an indispensable role in it...
His feelings were passionate, sincere, and open, allowing Wen Ruan to truly feel that he really loved her.
Having seen all sorts of people who play hard to get and have ulterior motives before, Wen Ruan suddenly realized that it would be really hard to resist someone like Song Yan who genuinely likes her. She couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle.
Thinking back to the day she first met Song Yan, even knowing that there would be many difficulties for them in the future, and that they would face many misunderstandings at the time, her heart was still filled with uncontrollable excitement. It's just that Wen Ruan hid herself very well back then...
Wen Ruan felt she hadn't waited long when she saw Song Yan walk out of the company gate, carrying a briefcase in one hand and pushing a bicycle in the other.
Wen Ruan stepped forward and stood under the streetlight, making sure that Song Yan could see her at a glance when he came out.
Sure enough, Song Yan spotted Wen Ruan at a glance. He was initially incredulous, but then delighted and quickly walked up to her.
Wen Ruan's face and nose were red from the cold. When she saw Song Yan approach, she didn't do anything but smile at him. Song Yan reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He quickly unbuttoned his coat, opened it, and wrapped it completely around Wen Ruan.
"Why are you here? How long have you been outside? Are you cold?" Song Yan asked quickly.
Wen Ruan burst out laughing after hearing this.
Song Yan was a little confused, but he resigned himself to holding Wen Ruan's hands tightly and placing them on his chest to warm her.
While waiting for Song Yan to come home from work, Wen Ruan imagined countless times what his first words would be. And just as she had imagined…
"It's not cold. It feels like you didn't stay long before you came out," Wen Ruan replied playfully.
“What do you mean you haven’t been here long? Your hands are already a bit cold. You’ve finally been recuperating for so long and don’t have to drink those bitter medicines anymore. You finally stopped having menstrual cramps, and now you’re torturing yourself like this…” Song Yan also started rambling on.
Ever since Wen Ruan suffered from menstrual cramps, Song Yan had kept it in mind. He even asked a friend to take Wen Ruan to a highly skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Beijing to get medicine and help her regulate her body.
Since taking the medicine, Wen Ruan has felt a significant effect, and she has not experienced pain during her recent menstrual periods.
Song Yan was also particularly concerned about her in this regard, keeping the doctor's words firmly in mind. Every time he saw Wen Ruan not following the doctor's orders, he would remind her in time and supervise her every day.
Wen Ruan lowered her head and chuckled, but when she looked up at Song Yan, her expression was indeed quite serious: "That's right, Comrade Song is right to reprimand you. It was Comrade Wen who didn't listen, but Comrade Wen misses Comrade Song very much and wants to see him as soon as possible!"
"Please forgive Comrade Wen just this once, Comrade Song!" Wen Ruan said mischievously.
Song Yan shook his head helplessly, "You're always the only one who can get rid of me..."
Then, Song Yan patted the back seat of the bicycle, urging Wen Ruan to get on quickly. After she was settled, he rode slowly, worried that riding too fast would make her feel cold in the wind...
Following Song Yan's instructions, Wen Ruan moved from back to front, putting her hands into Song Yan's pockets, then wrapping her arms around his waist, gently resting her head against his back, feeling waves of warmth...
If only time could stop at this moment, and could stay like this forever... that's what they both thought.
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