Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

The next moment, Rong Zheng moved even closer to him, her red lips pressed directly against his earlobe, her warm breath brushing against his ear, making his skin instantly tingle and burn, and causing half of his body to feel hot.

He gently turned his head, wanting to look at her, but because she was too close to him, he turned away, and his thin lips touched the tip of her nose. He paused, lowered his eyes, and saw her peaceful sleeping face.

Up close, he could clearly see the fine downy hairs on her face, which were almost transparent in the natural light. Her skin was fair, delicate, and clean, as if it were exuding some kind of fragrance.

It evokes a strange, inexplicable impulse in people.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

His eyes were filled with restraint and forbearance.

After a brief touch, just as he was about to pull away, the woman suddenly tilted her head slightly, and her red lips pressed against his thin lips without warning.

Song Shiyan's usually calm eyes trembled slightly, his hands on his lap suddenly clenched, and his breathing became much heavier in an instant.

Her lips were soft, as if they had a faint sweet scent. The restraint and forbearance in her eyes vanished the moment she inadvertently pressed herself against him.

A primal heat and darkness brewed deep within his eyes.

Beneath that aloof and indifferent exterior lies a surging, uncontrollable greed.

He gently kissed her lips.

She moved slightly, her red lips gently brushing against his thin lips.

The friction made him feel hot all over, and he lost all reason.

He gently nuzzled against her, kissing her red lips again and again, but gradually such touches could no longer satisfy his desire.

He carefully pried open her teeth and probed into her mouth, like a person who had been parched for a long time, slowly drawing out the sweetness from her mouth to prolong his life.

In her sleep, Rong Zheng felt as if something was blocking her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She wanted to wake up, but her body was too tired, and her eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, so she couldn't open them no matter what she did.

She could only make faint sounds to express her discomfort.

The woman's soft moans instantly snapped Song Shiyan out of his daze. He opened his eyes and saw that Rong Zheng's face was flushed and her brows were furrowed, as if she was in great pain.

Only at this moment did he belatedly realize what he had just done to her.

A hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes. How could he have stolen a kiss from her while she was asleep?

This is not the behavior of a gentleman.

Song Shiyan immediately withdrew his lips from hers. After calming down for a moment, the heat in his body gradually subsided. A faint self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips. In front of her, he had never been a gentleman.

His dark thoughts and intense possessiveness towards her were long ago clear, but she was simply unaware of it.

Are you a couple deeply in love?

Suddenly, a low voice came from ahead.

Song Shiyan looked up and saw a young man looking at them with ambiguous eyes. Clearly, the young man had seen him steal a kiss.

A fleeting hint of guilt flashed across his eyes, gone in an instant, leaving no trace.

He looked at the young man calmly, "Hmm, she's shy, so don't mention it in front of her later."

The young man gave an OK sign, turned around and whispered to the person next to him, "I told you we were a couple, you lost, transfer the red envelope."

"I clearly saw them, one in first class and the other in economy. Why are they sitting separately as a couple?"

"First class was full and I couldn't get a ticket, so we switched places. A bet's a bet, so hurry up and give me the red envelope."

Song Shiyan: "..."

Rong Zheng was woken up by a flight attendant. She opened her eyes groggily and saw a beautiful flight attendant in uniform smiling at her. "Hello, we've arrived in Beijing."

Rong Zheng noticed that there were very few people left on the plane. "Sorry, I overslept."

"It's okay, you can drink some water to refresh yourself before you get off the plane."

Rong Zheng nodded, wiped her face, drank a few sips of water to clear her head, then took her suitcase and got off the plane. As she walked to the cabin door, she met a woman in a red dress with a graceful figure, who greeted her first.

Why are you all alone?

Rong Zheng looked at the woman and felt that she looked familiar. She was stunned for two seconds before she remembered that the woman seemed to be the passenger sitting next to her. But why did she just come out of the first class?

Could it be that they're going to first class to find someone?

She replied politely, "Yes, alone."

Where is your boyfriend?

Rong Zheng wondered if the other person was being a little too familiar. Although they had traveled together on the plane, she had slept the entire time and they hadn't exchanged a single word. Was it inappropriate for him to ask such a private question now?

But since the other person had asked, she couldn't very well not answer, so she said, "I don't have a boyfriend."

The woman was surprised, "You two aren't officially dating yet?"

Rong Zheng was bewildered. "Huh?"

The woman smiled and said, "You should cherish him. There aren't many men like him. If I meet another one, I won't give up so easily." With that, she walked out.

Rong Zheng looked completely bewildered. What was this all about?

She got off the plane and had just stepped out of the passageway when she ran into Fang Zheng.

Rong Zheng glanced around Fang Zheng subconsciously, and not seeing Song Shiyan, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and greeted him with a smile: "Assistant Fang, what a coincidence."

Fang Zheng: "..."

It was quite a coincidence; the boss had specifically asked him to wait for her here.

"Yes, what a coincidence! Miss Rong, are you going back to Jinxiu Huating? I'm going in that direction on business, so I can give you a ride."

"No need, you go ahead with your work, I'll just take a taxi back."

"Why take a taxi? It's just a side trip. Let's go." Fang Zheng said, taking the suitcase from Rong Zheng's hand without further ado.

Rong Zheng had no choice but to follow. "Thank you for your help."

On the way, Rong Zheng asked Fang Zheng, "When did you return to Beijing?"

"today."

Rong Zheng assumed they had returned that morning. "Are you at the airport to see off a client?"

"……Um."

It was already 3:30 pm when she got home. Rong Zheng hugged and kissed her daughter, and smelling her milky scent, she felt as if all the fatigue of the past few days had disappeared. After playing with her daughter for a while, she went to pack her suitcase.

After that, she went to the First Hospital, first to report to the department and Gong Yuzhen that she was back and could go to work normally the next day, and then to the research institute to hand over the data she had compiled to the project's doctoral supervisor.

The doctoral supervisor was very satisfied with the research data compiled by Rong Zheng. "This project will be completed in two more months. You can start preparing to apply for the National Natural Science Foundation of China for Young Scientists."

Rong Zheng nodded, "Okay."

"Do you have a research direction?" the doctoral supervisor asked.

Rong Zheng has already considered this issue: "I want to study postpartum trauma emotional disorders and interventions in divorced women."

She herself is a divorced woman who has experienced betrayal and postpartum divorce and childcare. Her work in this field is not simply about doing cold scientific research; it stems from her personal experience of the patients' suffering.

Jiang Jia's incident also had a great impact on her. She hopes to help more patients like her, so that they can rediscover the beauty of life and escape from the dark abyss.

The doctoral supervisor's eyes lit up. "Currently, most psychiatric research focuses either solely on postpartum depression or solely on marital trauma. Few people combine postpartum parenting and divorce trauma in their research. This sub-field has a high degree of untapped potential, making it a huge advantage for applying for youth grants and easier to get funding."

With her doctoral supervisor's approval, Rong Zheng felt even more confident. "I will prepare seriously."

After leaving the hospital and returning home, Rong Zheng entered the house and saw Song Shiyan playing with Tangtang in the living room. She suddenly stopped in her tracks.