Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Time ticked by, and for the first time, Rong Zheng felt the elevator was moving too slowly.

Ding!

When the elevator notification sounded, Rong Zheng's already pounding heart skipped a beat.

We've finally arrived.

She heard the sound of a man moving a mattress in front of her.

Soon the tall, imposing figure of the man in front of her moved away.

Rong Zheng instantly felt that the air around her was fresher. Just now, she had been enveloped by Song Shiyan's aura, and felt like she was suffocating.

Even after entering the room, Rong Zheng's heart was still pounding. "Big brother, please sit down. I'll go make you some honey water."

"Um."

Rong Zheng strode into the kitchen, took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and gulped down half of it. The icy liquid flowed down her throat and into her lungs, gradually calming her restless heart.

Afterwards, she made a cup of honey water and went to the living room, where she saw Song Shiyan leaning against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed.

Could he have fallen asleep drunk?

Rong Zheng walked over and called out, "Big Brother."

Song Shiyan slowly opened his eyes. In his vision, Rong Zheng had a slender figure and beautiful, delicate features. Light poured down from above her head, enveloping her in a halo, making her look like a fairy whose beauty was unreal.

She doesn't need to do anything; just standing quietly in front of him is enough to make his heart flutter.

Seeing him staring at her, Rong Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Are you drunk?"

He only stares at her when he's drunk.

Afraid that he might pull the person into his arms if he continued watching, Song Shiyan raised his hand, covering his eyes with the back of his hand, and said, "I'm not drunk."

Rong Zheng immediately noticed Song Shiyan's finger, which had been cut by glass shards a few days ago. It had already scabbed over and was reddish-brown in color.

He claimed he wasn't drunk last time, but he couldn't even hold his water glass properly and ended up cutting himself.

He's now saying he's not drunk, but she doesn't really believe him.

"Have some honey water, it'll help." Rong Zheng took a step forward and saw Song Shiyan leaning back on the sofa, not moving. "Big brother?"

Song Shiyan slightly parted his thin lips. "Put it on the coffee table."

Rong Zheng was afraid he would be too drunk to hold the bowl steady and spill the food, so she said, "Let me feed you."

Song Shiyan withdrew his hand and looked at Rong Zheng, his eyes deepening.

"Can you sit up?" Rong Zheng asked.

Song Shiyan pursed his lips and remained silent, staring intently at Rong Zheng.

He still said he wasn't drunk, and just like that night, he kept staring at her.

When Rong Zheng saw that he didn't respond, she assumed he was drunk and dizzy and couldn't sit up.

She reached out to support his shoulders, trying to lift him up, but the man was too heavy. She exerted force, but he didn't move an inch. Instead, she was pulled towards him by the reaction force.

Her first reaction was not to spill the water on him, so as she fell, she immediately held the water glass away.

However, her arm was injured, and when she stretched it out too far, it hurt a little. But she couldn't care less about the pain because she had already pressed herself firmly against Song Shiyan.

Luckily, she reacted quickly and tilted her head back, otherwise she might have kissed him.

The honey water in her hand spilled out most of its contents due to the large movement, but because she stretched it out far, the water ended up on the sofa.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to," Rong Zheng said, hurriedly trying to get up.

With her hand not holding the cup resting on the back of the sofa, she had just sat up a little when suddenly a large hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back down. Caught off guard, her lips pressed directly against Song Shiyan's lips.

With a loud bang!

Rong Zheng felt as if fireworks were exploding in her mind, crackling and popping, leaving her head completely blank.

The hand holding the cup was so frightened that it lost its strength and fell onto the sofa, spilling all the honey water inside, which was quickly absorbed by the sponge.

Song Shiyan's eyes suddenly turned deep and dark, and the surging greed in his body seemed to be clamoring to tell him: Don't restrain yourself anymore.

But reason tells him that he must restrain himself and return to propriety, and not be too hasty, otherwise all his previous efforts will be in vain.

It felt as if two people were struggling and pulling inside his body.

In the end, reason prevailed over greed.

He held the woman's slender waist with both hands, turned her around, and placed her steadily on the sofa. "Be careful of your hand injury."

It wasn't until Rong Zheng was seated on the sofa that she snapped out of her daze from the close contact, stammering, "I'm sorry... I... I..."

"It was just an accident, don't worry about it." Song Shiyan's voice was deep and slightly hoarse.

He stood up. "I have something to do, I'll be going now." He then walked towards the door.

Rong Zheng watched the man's figure disappear into the room, and heard the sound of the door opening and closing. She was still a little dazed.

He touched his upper lip.

She just kissed Song Shiyan?

She actually kissed Song Shiyan!

This is insane, absolutely insane!

Rong Zheng clenched her fists, closed her eyes tightly, and felt a chaotic turmoil in her heart.

After a while, she opened her eyes and began to mentally prepare herself.

She didn't mean to, and she was clearly about to get up when Song Shiyan held her back, which is why she kissed him.

It's not her fault; he also bears some responsibility.

But it seems he helped her because he was worried about her hand injury, so you can't blame him.

So no one was wrong; it was just an accident.

Yes, he also said it was an accident and that she shouldn't worry about it.

If even a big shot can remain so calm, she should be able to do the same.

He exhaled deeply, then inhaled deeply, repeating this several times...

Ahhhhh!

I can't stay calm at all!

That's the aloof and abstinent Song Shiyan, Lu Peichuan's older brother, Tangtang's uncle, and Wei Shuyan's boyfriend.

How could she kiss him?

Even accidents are unacceptable; that would be a disaster!

No, she needs to take a shower to calm down.

The next day, Rong Zheng received a notification at the hospital that she could go to the research institute to participate in research projects, and that Gong Yuzhen in the department only arranged half a day of outpatient service for her each week.

She was very satisfied with this arrangement; there were patients and medical records in the outpatient department, and the research institute could also participate—it was perfect.

She might be busier in the future, but she likes this kind of life very much. Everything is going according to her plan, which is reassuring and gives her hope for the future.

The dean's punishment came out three days after Jiang Jia's incident; she was directly dismissed from her post.

Although Jiang Jia's incident did have a significant impact on the hospital's image, she ultimately survived and the most serious consequences were avoided. Was the punishment of dismissal too harsh?

However, this was a decision made by higher authorities, and Rong Zheng had no control over it. But judging from the severity of the punishment, the hospital's management must be someone who cannot tolerate the slightest imperfection. It seems she will have to be more serious and rigorous in her work in the future.

That day after work, Rong Zheng saw Song Shiyan's car downstairs in her apartment building. She stopped abruptly, and the image of the two of them accidentally kissing on the sofa that night flashed through her mind uncontrollably.

Upon seeing Rong Zheng, Fang Zheng immediately got out of the car and walked up to her. "Miss Rong, are you free tonight?"