ng a stone to smash his own foot. It just so happened that Lin Zhifei, who was afraid the world wouldn't be chaotic, also heard this."Oh, our Mr. Zhu is really eating from the pot and looking at the b...The following days went by in an orderly fashion. Workwise, as her position had been elevated, the matters she dealt with were more profound and extensive than before, keeping her busy day and night. In life, with Song Jingye's meticulous care, her health gradually recovered.

One evening after dinner, Song Jingye said: “You can now start some basic training.”

She grinned and leaned in, "Push-ups"

Song Jingye held her face with one hand and pushed her away, looking serious: "Wait a minute. Go change into your workout clothes and run with me."

"Okay." Chen Ling replied, saying she could go out, and immediately obediently went to change her clothes.

What she called jogging was really no different from walking, because she wasn't as physically strong as she used to be. She would get out of breath after running just a few steps, so she kept stopping and starting.

She was a little down: "I wonder if I can ever get back to how I used to be"

Song Jingye comforted: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning, take it slow."

The road they were running on took a turn ahead, leading to the famous night market alley. There were snack shops, jewelry stores, and coffee houses, each with soft lights illuminating the cobblestone street. They decided not to run anymore, holding hands and walking into the alley like an ordinary young couple enjoying a stroll.

Chen Ning rarely came to such places, and Song Jingye had never been here before. Surrounded by the crowds, they walked forward, not really seeing or buying anything. In the midst of the throng, holding hands and feeling each other's presence was a novel experience in itself.

The alley wasn't very long, and soon they reached the end. Fewer people were around as they walked back hand-in-hand. Seeing a stall selling candied fruit skewers by the roadside, Song Jingye asked her, "Want to eat some"

She nodded.

He then bought a string of candied fruit and offered it to her. She didn't take it, but happily bit into his hand instead. Song Jingye smiled and said she was childish, but he kept holding up the candied fruit for her to eat.

The tangy, sweet taste fermented in her heart, everything felt good, even her smile became a little sweeter.

She returned home with a bright mood, walking on starlight and moonlight. She took a bath first, dressed neatly as usual, and while Song Jingye went to take a shower, she applied the medicine that Yao Yao had sent her to her abdomen and chest scars.

Even if the medicine is effective, it's impossible to recover immediately. Although it's not as bright red as before, it's still ugly. She sighed and saw Song Jingye come out from the mirror, so she jumped back onto the bed and lay flat.

This has become her nightly routine lately, and she's gotten very good at it.

Song Jingye casually brushed his hair and got into bed, leaning over to look at her: "What are you hiding for Who just said they were going to do push-ups"

She feigned ignorance: “Who said that”

Song Jingye suddenly leaned down and kissed her. His slightly damp hair tip poked at her forehead, wet and itchy.

After a moment, she felt his breathing quicken. She tried to push him away, but he held her hands firmly in place. "It's time for some training," he murmured.

She was actually racing her own heart, so she had to compromise: "Then turn off the lights."

Song Jingye didn't let go, nor did he loosen his grip to allow her to close it.

She was a little angry and wanted to get up and turn off the light.

"Are you stupid" Song Jingye suddenly said.

"How"

Song Jingye suddenly released her one hand, circled around to her abdomen. She dodged too late, and his big hand firmly pressed against her stomach. His thumb gently rubbed over the scar on her abdomen.

Chen Ning felt unwell and trembled, wanting him to let go, but she still couldn't get past the hurdle in her heart.

Song Jingye not only didn't let go, but also leaned down and kissed him.

"You were in a coma for so long at the hospital, I know every scar on your body better than you do." Song Jingye said.

Chen Ning was taken aback and blushed. She had actually guessed he knew, but she clung to a glimmer of hope, or perhaps deceived herself, pretending that he didn't know, hoping to delay the inevitable for just one more day.

"So you think I'm stupid. In your eyes, am I that shallow of a person"

"It's not about being superficial, it's just that I'm not comfortable with it." Of course, she thought men were visual animals by nature, and seeing the scars on her body, she was afraid of leaving an impression on him, affecting their future harmony.

"Then adapt to it," he stated domineeringly.

As she spoke, a chill ran down her spine and she felt the buttons of her nightgown had come undone at some point.

After a night, he seemed to have adapted, not seeming to care at all. He kissed her countless times, which finally put her at ease.

The next morning, after cuddling for a while, Song Jingye sent her to work. She was now thriving at work and enjoying a happy life.

Always smiling, it's impossible to hide.

As soon as I arrived at the office, my colleague next to me said, "Teacher Zhang has called for you twice and asked you to go to his office."

"Good," she said, her footsteps light as she walked to Teacher Zhang's office door and knocked.

"Come in."

"Teacher Zhang, are you looking for me" As soon as she entered, she noticed that Teacher Zhang's face was wrong, even more serious than ever before. "As someone I brought up myself, you should know my way of doing things."

Chen Ling smiled again, a hint of confusion in her voice. "Teacher Zhang, have I done something wrong"

Chapter teacher looked her up and down, saying bluntly: "You were promoted by me breaking the rules. Do you know how many eyes are watching you"

Chen Ling nodded. In their unit, a place that emphasized politics, she had always been very careful with her words and actions. Even in her relationship with Song Jingye, besides that night's dinner gathering, she would avoid it whenever possible and never bring it up. Even the necklace he gave her, she hid inside her clothes every time, afraid to show it off.

Chapter teacher didn't say anything else, just threw her a letter of complaint: "Read it yourself."

Chen Ning felt a jolt of shock upon seeing the complaint letter. Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately began to scrutinize her recent work and life, wondering where she might have made mistakes that led to the complaint.

But, came up empty.

Until I saw the letter of complaint, which said she was involved in promiscuous relationships, flirting with single young men while having a boyfriend. The key point was that she had been pregnant before marriage and had an abortion.

Looking at such outlandish talk, she really laughed: "Teacher Zhang, you shouldn't believe the contents of the complaint letter, should you"

Zhang teacher let out a cold snort: "If I believed it, this letter of complaint wouldn't have come to your eyes. This letter of complaint is also a warning to you, at any time, keep a low profile, especially when your target is Song Jingye."

"I know." Even without considering her own work, she couldn't possibly do anything to make Song Jingye look bad.

Chapter Teacher: “Being with him, if you do well, they will say it's because you have Song Jingye as your backing. If you do poorly, they will also say it's because of your connections. But the more this is the case, the more you should act upright and sit properly.”

“I know this is something inevitable when I’m with him, and I'm mentally prepared for it. I'm also willing to take on these responsibilities. But as you said, I walk upright and sit straight, unafraid of these reports.”

Chapter teacher: “When there are too many rumors, the truth becomes unimportant. People only want to believe what they want to believe. Think about it carefully, who have you offended Who is most likely to have written this letter of complaint”n fright, leaning back into the rear seat. She had a habit of resting her head on the front seat when she was feeling down or thinking things over.Song Jingye also turned his head back. He had wanted...