Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

How's your face?

Rong Zheng was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized that Song Shiyan should have asked about the face where she was slapped. How did he know about this?

Wei Shuyan.

Yes, it must have been Wei Shuyan who told him.

"fine."

"show me."

"what?"

"Come closer, let me see."

Rong Zheng saw that Song Shiyan had zoomed in on the video. The background behind him was no longer visible, and the camera was full of him, with his angular features, meticulous slicked-back hair, and smooth jawline.

Whether it's taking photos or videos, the biggest taboo is getting a close-up of your face, because it will magnify any flaws on your face.

But this man's features were as if God had meticulously sculpted them stroke by stroke, so perfect that there wasn't a single flaw. The closer the camera zoomed in, the more breathtakingly handsome his face became.

Rong Zheng's heart skipped a beat. "No need, I'm really fine."

"come over."

The man's voice was deep and clear, with a hint of domineering power, possessing an innate intimidating quality that made people dare not disobey.

Rong Zheng swallowed nervously and brought her face closer to the camera.

"Closer."

The closer Rong Zheng got, the clearer she could see Song Shiyan's face. She felt as if she was about to kiss him, so she immediately lowered her eyes and dared not look at the screen anymore. She obediently moved a little closer.

"Don't move."

Rong Zheng remained frozen in place, and even though she wasn't looking at him through the screen, she could feel the man's penetrating gaze on her face.

It made her feel like a work of art to be admired, and her cheeks couldn't help but burn.

"It's a little swollen."

Upon hearing Song Shiyan's words, Rong Zheng touched her face in confusion. Was it swollen? No, it wasn't.

"It's become famous." After a pause, the man added.

Rong Zheng: "..."

Is it possible that she's just shy and blushing?

Two or three hours have passed since the slap, how could her face still be red?

"Did you apply the medicine?"

You should have finished watching it.

Rong Zheng immediately withdrew from the camera, pretending to organize documents to ease her embarrassment, "No need to apply medicine, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep tomorrow."

She had just finished speaking when the doorbell rang.

Rong Zheng felt like a savior had appeared out of nowhere, and immediately said into the video, "Someone's coming, I'm hanging up."

"Don't hang it up, it's a delivery."

"Um?"

"Go get it."

Rong Zheng was a little skeptical. He was in Beijing, how could he know that she had a package? Besides, she hadn't bought anything. Could it be a package from Luo Qinghe?

How did Song Shiyan, who lives far away in Beijing, know about Keluo Qinghe's express delivery?

She got up to open the door, and sure enough, it was the deliveryman.

"Hello, your package is here. Please sign for it."

Rong Zheng took the package in disbelief and glanced at it. The recipient was Rong Zheng. "Did you deliver this to the wrong address? I didn't order anything."

Deliveryman: "That's right, someone specifically instructed me to deliver it urgently."

Rong Zheng signed the form, completely bewildered. She opened the package and found an ointment to help disperse bruises and a pack of cotton swabs. Combining this with what Song Shiyan had said, a guess formed in her mind. She quickly went to the coffee table, held up the ointment, and asked Song Shiyan, "Did you buy this?"

"Um."

Rong Zheng's eyelids twitched slightly, and her heart skipped a beat without warning or reason.

"Apply the medicine."

Rong Zheng lowered her eyes, her hand holding the ointment tightening slightly. She really wanted to ask Song Shiyan why he was so good to her.

But she didn't dare ask.

I don't even dare to think about it too deeply.

"Rong Zheng?"

A deep, clear male voice came from the video.

Rong Zheng snapped out of her daze, still keeping her eyes down. "Thank you for the medicine. I'll apply it. You're busy, I won't bother you anymore." Without looking at Song Shiyan's expression or waiting for his response, she quickly hung up the video call.

When Luo Qinghe came home from get off work, she saw Rong Zheng sitting on the carpet next to the coffee table, lost in thought. She didn't even react when Luo Qinghe entered. Luo Qinghe walked over and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why are you so lost in thought?"

Rong Zheng was startled and looked up at Luo Qinghe standing in front of her. "When did you get back? Why were you so quiet?"

"There's no sound from there. You're just lost in thought." Luo Qinghe placed the folder she was holding on the coffee table, noticed the ointment and cotton swabs on it, sat cross-legged on the carpet, picked up the ointment and examined it. "Is this medicine for you? Where are you injured?"

After speaking, he carefully examined Rong Zheng.

Rong Zheng told Luo Qinghe everything about what happened during dinner with Lu Peichuan that night, including Bai Yuxiu's sudden appearance and the disturbance.

Luo Qinghe said angrily, "Has this old woman gone mad? Does she think her son is some rare treasure? A scumbag who cheated on his wife, and people are fighting over him?"

Rong Zheng was angry when she was first wronged, but she has calmed down now. "Don't be angry. I didn't lose anything. I slapped her and threw a glass of wine at her."

"It's a good thing you never thought about getting back together, otherwise you would have suffered so much as her daughter-in-law."

Rong Zheng smiled and nodded, "Mm."

"You're still laughing? I'm so angry!"

Rong Zheng gently patted Luo Qinghe's back, "Calm down, it's not worth ruining your health over someone like her."

"That makes sense." Luo Qinghe pressed her hands down, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air. After calming down, she asked Rong Zheng, "Did you apply the medicine?"

"not yet."

"Let me apply it for you." Luo Qinghe asked while applying the medicine to Rong Zheng's face, "I don't have this kind of medicine at home, did you buy it?"

"...I didn't buy it."

"Where did it come from? Borrowed from next door? You don't know the neighbors very well either," Luo Qinghe replied casually.

"...Bought by Song Shiyan."

"Oh." After a couple of seconds, Luo Qinghe reacted, looking at Rong Zheng in surprise, "Who did you say?"

"Song Shiyan".

After quickly applying the medicine, Luo Qinghe looked at Rong Zheng intently, "That adopted son of the Lu family, Song Shiyan?"

Rong Zheng nodded.

"Song Shiyan, president of the global multinational Song Group?"

Rong Zheng nodded again.

Luo Qinghe was a little confused. "Wait, why did he buy you medicine? No, wait, isn't he in Beijing? Why would he buy you medicine?"

"It was delivered by courier."

"Wait, let me sort this out." Luo Qinghe stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "Bai Yuxiu hit you, and Song Shiyan bought you medicine. He was in Beijing and had a courier specially deliver the medicine to you. This doesn't make sense."

Even if Bai Yuxiu realized she was wrong and had wronged you, it should be Lu Peichuan who should buy you the medicine. Why did it fall on Song Shiyan, the adopted son of the Lu family who is thousands of miles away and has no blood relation to you?

Luo Qinghe, filled with doubt, sat down again beside Rong Zheng. "Is there something you're hiding from me? How did your affair with Lu Peichuan get involved with that person from the Song family? Rumor has it he's ruthless, cold-blooded, and bloodthirsty, even harming his own uncle. How did you get involved with him?"

Rong Zheng subconsciously said, "The rumors are all false; he's a very nice person."

"Is that the point? I wanted to ask you..." Luo Qinghe suddenly stopped, looking at Rong Zheng with suspicion. "Zhengzheng, something's wrong with you. You're taking his side. Why are you taking his side?"