For the next few days, Song Yan would bring Wen Ruan to the guesthouse every day before going to work, and then leave.
On the last day of the week, Wang Xia told Wen Ruan, "You don't need to come after tomorrow."
"Are we manpower enough?" Wen Ruan already had the answer in her heart, but she still couldn't help asking.
"No, the higher-ups have sent people to take the remaining fifteen women home one by one, based on the addresses they mentioned earlier..."
"What if we can't find their families? What if their families don't want to take them home?" Wen Ruan couldn't help but ask, because a week had passed, and none of these women's families had come to take them home...
"It's still unclear. We can only know what to do next based on the results after we send them home one by one." Wang Xia also looked worried.
"In short, trust the government; they will definitely make proper arrangements," Wang Xia said, looking at Wen Ruan with unwavering determination.
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The next day, after Song Yan went to work, Wen Ruan was home alone. With nothing to do, scenes from the past few days flashed through her mind: the victims' own accounts, the tragic situations the police and doctors told her about, and the women who still had no family members to claim them.
Wen Ruan felt that she should do something at this moment...
So she turned and went into her study. She could only help them with her limited abilities, using her pen as a sword, ink as a blade, and words as a weapon. She didn't expect to awaken anyone, but she hoped to have a clear conscience...
Wen Ruan stayed in the study all day. When Song Yan came home from get off work, he saw Wen Ruan writing diligently in the study. He didn't dare to disturb her and left. Wen Ruan didn't come out of the study until after 10 p.m.
Seeing Song Yan sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, she seemed a little dazed and unsteady on her feet. Just as she was about to call out to him, she suddenly stumbled a few steps. Hearing the sound, Song Yan quickly looked up, stood up, and rushed forward to support her.
Wen Ruan felt dizzy and her vision blurred. She guessed it might be due to low blood sugar. Song Yan helped her to sit down on the sofa and, not knowing what was wrong, could only anxiously ask her.
After a while, Wen Ruan said that she had low blood sugar. Song Yan quickly went to the kitchen to make her a cup of sugar water. After watching her gulp it down and gradually recover, he looked a little serious and asked, "How long have you been in the study today? Have you not eaten all day?"
When Song Yan returned, he saw some untouched steamed buns and soy milk that he had left for Wen Ruan that morning in the kitchen. He assumed she didn't want to eat them today and had gone to eat something else. He was also thinking of asking her what she thought about breakfast tomorrow morning.
As it turned out... this ancestor didn't eat anything at all and stayed in the study all day. Song Yan was a little angry.
After seeing that Wen Ruan had recovered, he ignored her and went straight to the kitchen. He brought out the food that he had been keeping warm for Wen Ruan all evening, told her to eat quickly, and then went to the side to look at the newspaper from before.
Wen Ruan had a feeling that Song Yan was probably angry. Whenever it came to her health, Song Yan was always very concerned, especially after she was discharged from the hospital last time. He was extremely attentive and wanted to take care of her every need. But then this happened again today...
Wen Ruan felt a little guilty, so she could only lower her head and silently walk to the dining table, slowly eating the dinner that Song Yan had left for her without saying a word.
Although Song Yan appeared to be looking at the newspaper in his hand, his attention was actually focused on the woman at the dining table. Seeing how well-behaved she was, he felt a surge of tenderness in his heart, and all his previous anger dissipated. He couldn't bear to say another word to her.
But he knew he had to be serious with her, otherwise she would never take it seriously, and in the end, not only would she suffer, but he would also feel sorry for her.
After finishing her meal, Wen Ruan put down her chopsticks and prepared to quietly clear the table.
"Put your things down, go take a shower, and then rest." Song Yan said seriously, putting down the newspaper he hadn't really read, standing up, and taking the bowl and chopsticks from Wen Ruan's hands without even glancing at her.
Wen Ruan watched his retreating figure as he cleared the table and headed towards the kitchen. Feeling a little guilty, she stuck out her tongue. Little did she know that Song Yan caught her "strange expression" out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but smirk.
After they had both finished getting ready and were resting in bed, Wen Ruan regained some of her usual liveliness and took the initiative to hug Song Yan: "Today I wrote an article about my experiences and feelings over the past few days, and I want to submit it to the People's Daily tomorrow."
"I don't want to go through the post office again this time. I want to deliver it directly to the newspaper office. Can you come with me?" Wen Ruan said to Song Yan in a coquettish tone.
Previously, Wen Ruan was probably submitting an article for the first time and lacked experience. In addition, she was a little nervous and did not dare to submit it directly to the newspaper. Instead, she submitted it by mail to the address on the newspaper.
But this time Wen Ruan didn't want to do that. She was also a little anxious, so she wanted to submit it directly. And because of the impact of this incident, she didn't choose the Beijing Daily, which she was relatively familiar with.
"Okay, get some rest." Song Yan was still a little angry that Ruan didn't take care of her health, and his tone was somewhat cold, but he still responded.
Hearing Song Yan's cold voice, Wen Ruan knew he was still angry. She pouted, gently shook his arm, and looked at Song Yan pitifully with her bright eyes: "Brother, don't be angry. I promise I won't do it again next time. I didn't pay attention to the time and before I knew it, it was evening."
"I swear, there will absolutely be no next time." He even raised his left hand to make this promise with great conviction.
"What did you just call me? Say it again." After hearing Wen Ruan's address, Song Yan felt a sudden tingling sensation throughout his body. He rolled over and supported himself on top of Wen Ruan, asking in a low voice.
Wen Ruan suddenly felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to speak anymore.
But Song Yan was relentless, determined to get what he wanted, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes dark and unfathomable...
Wen Ruan was somewhat hesitant to look at him, but she still obeyed his request and softly called out, "Brother..."
Both of them have been busy lately and haven't had time to "communicate" in a long time. Hearing this, Song Yan got excited and immediately pressed his lips against hers...
A cold wind was blowing outside, but it was warm and cozy inside...
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