Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Rong Zheng shook her head.

Song Shiyan's lips curved slightly, but he quickly suppressed it again. "I'll teach you. First, straighten your cuffs and align the buttonholes."

Rong Zheng listened to Song Shiyan's words and began to work. After a moment, she finished and asked, "And then?"

"Pinch the decorative head of the cufflink, thread the chain through one buttonhole and out the other." As Song Shiyan spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Rong Zheng.

Her red lips were slightly pursed, and she looked serious and focused. Just like when she was learning to play cards, she had a high level of focus when it came to learning. No wonder she became a medical doctor and chief physician at such a young age.

In fact, this is not only due to talent, but more so to her hard work and dedication.

Suddenly, she frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "It's probably not aligned properly; it's a bit crooked. Let me adjust it again."

Song Shiyan wanted to reach out and smooth the wrinkles between her brows, but he knew it wasn't the right time. "No rush, take your time."

It was both a reply to her and a reminder to myself.

Fang Zheng, who was driving in front, would occasionally glance at the rearview mirror and watch Rong Zheng carefully putting on Song Shiyan's cufflinks. He felt that the scene was too harmonious, just like a wife tidying up her beloved husband's clothes.

This made him, a typical straight man, smile like a doting aunt.

That's wonderful. If Rong Zheng could continue to take care of the eldest brother like this, how wonderful that would be.

After adjusting it, Rong Zheng fumbled to connect the short chain herself, and after securing it, she asked Song Shiyan, "Is this how it's done?"

Song Shiyan: "Hmm, you're very smart."

Why is this person praising her again?

Praising her while she plays cards, praising her even for wearing cufflinks—aren't these small things?

But Rong Zheng couldn't help but smile, feeling sweet and happy as if she had eaten honey.

No one dislikes praise, especially for Rong Zheng, for whom such affirmation is even more precious and rare.

She spent her childhood in an orphanage. The director had to take care of too many people and didn't have time to praise her. Even though she was very well-behaved and obedient, she rarely received timely affirmation and praise.

She was later adopted by the Rong family. At first, her parents treated her very well and often praised her for being well-behaved and sensible. However, that period lasted only a year. After Zhao Yuxiang became pregnant, she fell out of favor.

Later, no matter how hard she tried, even though she was the top scorer in the province in the college entrance examination and even though she pursued a combined bachelor's and doctoral degree, it all seemed to be expected. Her parents didn't praise her; they only told her to take good care of her younger brother when she became successful in the future.

After marrying Lu Peichuan, she and Lu Peichuan spent little time together. The Lu family only showed their disdain for her. Even though she worked hard and didn't stay at home as a rich housewife, and even though she never spent a penny recklessly, they never praised her.

Song Shiyan looked at the woman's beautiful smiling face so close to him. Her eyes were slightly curved, her thick, curled eyelashes were like butterflies dancing, her red lips were slightly upturned, and even her delicate nose seemed to exude joy.

She was very happy.

Seeing her smile, his thin lips also curved upwards.

After Rong Zheng secured the cufflinks, she gently tugged at the sleeve to ensure the cuffs didn't dig into her wrists. "All done."

Song Shiyan raised his arm, looked at it for a moment, and said, "You have good taste; it suits me very well."

He praised it again.

However, Rong Zheng also felt that the cufflinks really suited Song Shiyan, probably because the man himself was too outstanding.

He wore a light, smoky gray French-style long-sleeved shirt today. Without cufflinks, it exuded a relaxed and sophisticated vibe, radiating a cool and carefree feel.

Wearing cufflinks adds a touch of sophistication and a more understated, composed look.

A person with good looks, beautiful hands, and a beautiful shirt will look good no matter what cufflinks they wear.

Rong Zheng admired her own creation for a while, and when she looked up at Song Shiyan, she realized that the two of them were a little close. She immediately moved back and sat down properly.

Not long after, the car drove into Jinxiu Huating and stopped in front of the apartment building.

"I'm going upstairs." Rong Zheng greeted them, opened the car door and got out, then walked towards the stairwell. After a few steps, Song Shiyan's voice came from behind her.

"Rong Zheng".

Rong Zheng stopped in her tracks. Song Shiyan rarely called her by her name. This name had been with her for 20 years and had been called by countless people, but for some reason, when these two words came out of Song Shiyan's mouth, her heart beat much faster for no reason.

She steadied herself, turned around, and saw that the back window was already down. Song Shiyan's figure, chest up, was hidden in the shadows inside the car, and she couldn't see his expression. "What's wrong?"

Looking at the slender woman in the night, Song Shiyan's suppressed emotions were now being released unrestrainedly. "I like her very much."

Rong Zheng didn't understand. "What do you like?"

Song Shiyan stared at Rong Zheng's face but said nothing. He only slightly raised his wrist, and the dark blue cufflink on his wrist gleamed with a quiet luster in the night.

Rong Zheng instantly understood that he really liked the birthday gift. "I'm glad you like it." She then waved her hand and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

She could feel Song Shiyan's gaze still on her.

For some reason, she had a feeling of a couple parting ways, with the boyfriend reluctantly watching his girlfriend go upstairs.

She's gone mad, she must be insane.

How could such an absurd thought pop into my head?

Rong Zheng quickened her pace, and only when she entered the stairwell did she realize that her whole body was tense.

She exhaled.

A big shot is a big shot; even his eyes are so intimidating.

Over the weekend, Rong Zheng took a day off. During this time, she kept in touch with Jiang Jia and Zhao Yujie, paying close attention to Jiang Jia's condition. Now that the injury on her arm has basically healed, she arranged to meet Jiang Jia at the dance class this week.

At first, Jiang Jia was adamant about not going out, but Rong Zheng had to do a lot of persuasion before she finally agreed.

Rong Zheng personally went to Jiang Jia's house to pick her up.

Jiang Jiafei only dares to go out if she wears a mask.

When the two arrived at the dance class, Jiang Jia was unwilling to enter the dance studio, so Rong Zheng accompanied her to stand in front of the glass window outside the classroom.

You can clearly see everyone inside from here.

Jiang Jia used to be a Latin dance teacher, so she enrolled in a Latin dance class.

The teachers inside have already started teaching.

Rong Zheng saw the light and longing in Jiang Jia's eyes as she looked inside.

Rong Zheng stood in the corridor, following the teacher inside, and asked Jiang Jia as she moved, "Do I look right doing this?"

At first, Jiang Jia just shook her head or nodded slightly, but later she probably couldn't stand it anymore and started to correct Rong Zheng's movements.

Rong Zheng discovered that she really had no talent for dancing at all. She was uncoordinated when she tried to learn, and no matter what she did, she couldn't do it right. Her awkward movements and dance postures gradually attracted passersby to come and watch.

Everyone watched and laughed, pointing and whispering about her.

Seeing so many people, Jiang Jia instinctively moved to the side, not daring to be exposed to the public eye.

Rong Zheng did not shy away; instead, she danced even more energetically. Although her movements were mostly incorrect, the confidence in her eyes, her expressive face, and the power of her movements stirred the emotions and enthusiasm of the audience.

Gradually, some people also started jumping up and down.

Dancing is contagious.

Soon, many people outside the classroom started dancing.

Rong Zheng gradually withdrew from the center and walked to Jiang Jia's side. "Look, they don't dance in unison at all, but I think they dance very well. Did you see the light in their eyes? That's the soul of dance."

Jiang Jia looked somewhat confused. In her mind, dancing required precise rhythm and movements, graceful posture, and accurate timing; otherwise, what kind of dance was it?

But the people in front of me... could be described as a chaotic mess.

But as Rong Zheng said, they are also beautiful.

Rong Zheng took Jiang Jia's hand. "Will you dance with me?"