Slow to mature after marriage

Monday morning, at the identification center.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the workbench piled high with documents. Mu Siwan sat at her workstation, looking down at a report, wearing her usual silk shirt with a light-colored silk scarf tied around her collar.

Xiao Qin swayed over with her coffee and leaned against her table.

Good morning, Master.

Mu Siwan hummed in agreement without looking up.

Xiao Qin looked around aimlessly, his gaze finally settling on her neck.

The scarf was tied loosely, and as she lowered her head, the edge slipped a little.

Xiao Qin was stunned for a moment.

There were a few pale red marks on that patch of skin. Some were darker, some lighter, running down from the collarbone and disappearing into the neckline.

She stared at it for two seconds, then looked away, almost spilling her coffee.

"master!"

Mu Siwan looked up.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Qin pointed at her neck, lowered his voice, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"On your neck..."

Mu Siwan looked down and touched it.

The scarf slipped open.

She retied the scarf.

"fine."

Xiao Qin leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"Master, did you and your grandmaster have such a wild weekend?"

Mu Siwan paused for a moment.

Several images suddenly flashed through my mind—a kiss on the door panel, the shimmering water in the hot spring, the low laughter in my ear, and the words, "Today is the day we're finally following the plan."

And last night...

A crazy and chaotic Sunday.

She exhaled.

Last night, when they returned to Muyan Garden, the two of them seemed a bit crazy.

This kind of "madness" is not quite right.

This is beyond the scope of the agreement.

It also exceeded her control over her own body.

Mu Siwan raised her hand and patted her cheeks to dissipate the heat.

continue working.

-

Noon, canteen.

As soon as Mu Siwan sat down with her tray, another person appeared opposite her.

Li Jiliang sat down with his bowl in hand, took a bite of the pancake in his hand, chewed it, and then slowly spoke.

"Siwan, there's something I want to ask you."

Mu Siwan looked up at him.

Li Jiliang put down the pancake and tapped his fingers on the table.

"The TV station wants to make a forensic program." He paused, "It'll be a documentary-style program that follows the work on-site and in the lab, showing the public the real workings of our profession."

Mu Siwan waited for him to continue.

"The director is an old friend of mine. He asked me to ask if anyone would be willing to do the role." Li Jiliang looked at her. "You're the first person I thought of."

"I?"

"Yes." Li Jiliang nodded. "You're a steady kid, not talkative, and efficient at work, which is perfect for you." He paused for a moment. "And you're good-looking, so you'll look good on camera."

Xiao Qin came over with a bowl in her hand, her eyes shining.

"Is Master going to be on TV?"

Li Jiliang glanced at her.

Why are you getting involved?

Xiao Qin chuckled twice, then stayed, squatting down beside him with his bowl, listening.

Mu Siwan lowered her head, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, and pursed her lips.

Why film this?

She was not very willing to expose her privacy to the public.

Li Jiliang leaned back in his chair.

"It's about publicity. Let the public see what forensic doctors actually do, so that they don't immediately associate the word 'forensic doctor' with all sorts of weird stuff." He sighed. "Every time I tell someone I'm a forensic doctor, the way they look at me—like they've seen a ghost."

Mu Siwan nodded as she recalled those looks.

"When?"

"Filming starts next month, but the exact date hasn't been set yet." Li Jiliang looked at her. "Are you willing?"

Mu Siwan pondered for a moment.

Promote forensic medicine and eliminate prejudice.

If that's the purpose—

She nodded.

"willing."

Li Jiliang laughed, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled together.

"Okay, then I'll tell them." He picked up his bowl and added, "By the way, the first episode will be filmed at the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division, where we'll be on crime scenes with the police there."

Mu Siwan continued picking up food with her chopsticks.

"it is good."

Li Jiliang stuffed the last bite of the pancake into his mouth, chewed it, and then remembered something.

"There's something else."

Mu Siwan looked up at him.

"I have to go on a last-minute business trip tomorrow," Li Jiliang said. "There's a case in the next city that needs our assistance, it'll take about three days. I recommended you to my superiors."

"it is good."

Li Jiliang stood up and patted her on the shoulder.

"Go back and pack your things, we'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

-

Bo Yan didn't get back until late at night after working overtime.

He pushed open the bedroom door, and saw only a bedside lamp on. Mu Siwan was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her pajamas. She looked up at him when she heard the noise.

"You're back?"

"Um."

She didn't say anything more, took her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

The sound of water could be heard.

Bo Yan leaned against the headboard and pinched the bridge of his nose.

After a while, the bathroom door opened. She came out, her hair still damp, and had changed into a light-colored nightgown. She walked to the bed, lifted the covers, lay down, curled up in her usual position, and turned her back to him.

There was a half-meter gap between them.

Bo Yan stared at that quiet silhouette, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Last night on horseback, she leaned against him, her hair tousled by the wind, her eyes bright. Later, back in the room, late at night, she was beneath him, her breathing intermittent, her fingers gripping his back.

He still has several scratches on his back from last night.

Now, less than a day has passed, and she is curled up in the corner of the bed, half a meter away, as if nothing has happened.

Bo Yan took a shower in the bathroom and lay back down on his side.

The bed is very big.

The two people were half a meter apart.

He turned to look at her.

Mu Siwan remained motionless, her breathing even; she had fallen asleep.

Bo Yan raised his hand, which hovered in mid-air.

I watched her for a while.

It was taken back.

Forget it.

It's fine as it is now; let's keep sex and love separate.

-

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Bo Yan opened his eyes and glanced to the side as usual.

empty.

The blankets were folded neatly, as if no one had ever slept there.

He sat up, rubbed the back of his neck, and got out of bed to wash up.

As he came downstairs, Aunt Chen was setting breakfast on the table. She saw him and greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Bo."

Bo Yan sat down at the dining table and picked up his coffee.

"Where is your wife?"

Aunt Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Your wife left early this morning, carrying her suitcase. She said she was going on a three-day business trip to the next city." She paused. "Didn't she tell you?"

Bo Yan paused for a moment, his hand holding the coffee cup.

"I said so."

He brought the coffee to his lips and took a sip.

Aunt Chen nodded and turned to go into the kitchen.

Liu Boyan sat alone at the dining table.

He stared at the empty chair opposite him, as if trying to bore a hole through it.

Did you say that?

She said nothing.

His wife was going on a business trip, and he, as her husband, had to find out from the housekeeper.

-

Yanhe International.

After finishing the meeting, Bo Yan returned to his office and sat down in a chair.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it.

No news.

He put it down.

After processing two documents, I picked them up again.

still none.

Pick it up again during lunchtime.

The dialog box is still stuck on the sentence he sent last time.

【Bo Yan】：：

That period lay there all alone, with nothing below it.

Bo Yan's face turned completely cold.

She really makes a very clear distinction between sex and love.