Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Rong Zheng didn't understand his words at first, "Why are we going downstairs?"

"I'm downstairs."

Rong Zheng immediately sat up straight. It was already past ten o'clock. Why was he suddenly coming to see her so late? Did something urgent happen? "I'll be right down."

"Um."

Rong Zheng hung up the phone, went out, and stood in the elevator. Only then did she realize that she was wearing a nightgown. But the elevator had already gone halfway down. She looked down at her clothes.

The skirt reaches mid-calf, has a square neckline, and puff sleeves; it's a very ordinary style and shouldn't be considered inappropriate.

As Rong Zheng walked out of the apartment building, she immediately saw Song Shiyan standing not far away by his car, smoking. He wore a gray shirt and black trousers, and his posture was as upright as a pine tree. The cigarette between his fingers flickered. He was a beautiful sight to behold wherever he stood.

He saw her, extinguished his cigarette, and walked towards her in the moonlight.

After Rong Zheng learned from Fang Zheng what Song Shiyan had done for her, she felt a strange and uneasy flutter in her heart when she saw him again. She stood there blankly until the tall and upright figure of the man stood in front of her, and then she came back to her senses.

She gave a stiff, forced smile. "Brother Yan."

Song Shiyan's deep gaze fell on Rong Zheng. He was used to seeing her in casual clothes, but this was the first time he had seen her in a dress. Her fair neck had two beautiful collarbones, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly before it landed, swaying gracefully in the moonlight.

The gaze descends to slender, straight calves, pale ankles, and toes arranged in a rounded and obedient manner, like a string of warm, lustrous pearls.

Seeing that Song Shiyan seemed to be looking her over, Rong Zheng, who was already a little flustered, tensed up instantly and explained somewhat awkwardly, "I was about to go to sleep. I thought you had something urgent to do and came down in a hurry, so I forgot to change my clothes."

Song Shiyan suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and looked at Rong Zheng with calm eyes. "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Rong Zheng awkwardly clasped her hands in front of her and shook her head. "No need to bother you. Is there something you need?"

Song Shiyan stared at Rong Zheng for two seconds, then looked away at the night sky in the distance. "I just finished work and wanted to come see Tangtang, but when I got downstairs I realized it was too late."

It turned out they came to see Tangtang. Rong Zheng had thought something urgent had happened, and her heart immediately settled down. "Tangtang is asleep."

"Um."

Seeing that Song Shiyan responded but didn't say anything more, Rong Zheng felt awkward as they stood there silently. She pursed her lips and said, "You must be tired after a long day. Why don't you go out early..."

"Want to walk with me for a bit?" Song Shiyan turned to look at Rong Zheng, interrupting her attempt to make him leave.

A look of surprise flashed across Rong Zheng's eyes.

It's so late at night, and it's so hot. Should he let her walk with him?

Song Shiyan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Inconvenient?"

"It's convenient, let's go."

Song Shiyan lifted his foot and took the lead.

Rong Zheng followed two steps behind him. Could it be that he encountered some difficulties at work and was in a bad mood?

But she couldn't help him with his work. He should have gone to Liang Huolin and the others; they were all family heirs and business elites, and perhaps they could have offered him some assistance.

Or is it that he, like her, finds all his troubles disappear when he sees the soft, fragrant, and rosy-cheeked Tangtang when he's in a bad mood, which is why he came to see Tangtang?

She believes that children are a good medicine for healing and cleansing the soul.

Rong Zheng was lost in thought with her head down, not noticing when Song Shiyan in front of her stopped and turned around to look at her. She bumped into him headfirst, her nose hitting his hard chest, and the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

Song Shiyan gently put his arm around her waist, but immediately let go when he saw her retreat in a panic.

Rong Zheng covered her nose, and it took her several seconds to recover. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Song Shiyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his deep voice took on an unknown huskiness. "Be careful."

Song Shiyan noticed the fine beads of sweat on Rong Zheng's fair forehead. "Are you very hot?"

Rong Zheng nodded truthfully: "A little."

In the sweltering summer, it's like a sauna outside; it's much more comfortable inside an air-conditioned room.

"Go back now."

Rong Zheng shook her head. "It's okay, I'll walk with you for a while longer."

When you're in a bad mood, having someone with you, even if you don't talk, can make you feel better.

A faint smile flickered across Song Shiyan's deep eyes. "Alright, let's go together, lest we bump into each other again."

Rong Zheng blushed with embarrassment, nodded, and walked side by side with Song Shiyan.

Song Shiyan tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the woman's clean and beautiful profile. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her quiet demeanor exuded an irresistible allure.

The shadows of the two people behind them were stretched long by the moonlight, and their heads were almost touching.

He took a small step closer to her, and their figures became one.

He smiled slightly, looking at the night sky ahead, maintaining his current distance as they strolled together under the night.

Rong Zheng wanted to say something, so she secretly glanced at Song Shiyan. He pursed his lips and stared straight ahead, seemingly having no intention of speaking. Perhaps when he was in a bad mood, he liked to take a quiet walk.

She decided not to bother him. In truth, she didn't know what to say.

Rong Zheng was a little reserved at first, but gradually she relaxed. Looking at the neon-lit night and listening to the chirping of insects and birds in the summer night, she suddenly felt that although it was a bit hot, it wasn't too bad.

About half an hour later, Song Shiyan escorted Rong Zheng to the bottom of her apartment building. "Go upstairs."

Rong Zheng nodded, turned and walked towards the apartment building. She felt she should say something to comfort Song Shiyan. After a few steps, she stopped and turned around, only to see Song Shiyan still standing there looking at her.

My heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Why hasn't he gotten on the bus yet?

Seeing her turn around, Song Shiyan asked, "What's wrong?"

Rong Zheng steadied her heartbeat. "No matter what difficulties you encounter, don't be too anxious. Things will work themselves out."

Song Shiyan was slightly taken aback. Did she think he was in a bad mood because he was facing difficulties, and that's why she came to him?

His thin lips slowly curved into a smile. "Mm."

In the darkness, the man smiled, though the smile was faint, it was enough to bewitch anyone.

Honestly, she was comforting him, so why was he laughing? Doesn't he realize how alluring his smile is?

Rong Zheng immediately looked away, turned around and walked quickly toward the apartment building.

Song Shiyan didn't get into his car and leave until Rong Zheng's figure disappeared from sight.

The next day.

Rong Zheng told Zhang Bonian about her plan to go to Jiangcheng for research, and he immediately called Xiehe Hospital to help her coordinate. Everything went smoothly, and she could go directly there. That afternoon, Rong Zheng booked a plane ticket and went to Jiangcheng.

Luo Qinghe picked up Rong Zheng at the airport, and the two then went to a restaurant for dinner.

After not seeing each other for more than a month, the two had endless things to talk about. Rong Zheng originally planned to book a hotel, but Luo Qinghe wouldn't allow it and pulled Rong Zheng back to her place. Once home, Luo Qinghe pulled Rong Zheng to sit on the sofa and continued chatting.

The two were having a lively conversation when Lu Peichuan made a video call.