Chapter 8, Unexpected Gaps

Song Zhaixing laughed at him, "Your gossiping ability seems to have declined a bit."

Are you sure? Song Zhaixing found it hard to believe, "Wen Jing has been so cautious for so many years."

Song Zhaixing forced out a brilliant smile, "Then how about I write with you together with Brother Yifan? We will fill all the cars in the entire hospital!"

I was wrong, I was wrong, Yifan. Can I turn back and explain it well to Gao Can?

She missed him and strode out, her eyes misty with tears, on the verge of spilling over as hot tears. Yet she clenched her teeth tightly, enduring it, unwilling to let anyone see her in such a disheveled state. Jian Yifan called out to her from behind, but Song Zhaixing did not respond, her departing figure resolute and cold.

Song Zhaixing felt a chill in her heart, and tears began to fall down her cheeks. "That sanatorium is too harsh, please bring Uncle out."

Jian Yifan remained sulky, "Wait until you accompany me to finish skiing, and then I will tell you."

Having visited the psychology department multiple times, Xia Xia has long been very close to Song Zhaixing. Now, when she is asked by her, tears flow uncontrollably.

Xia Xia came out of Li Weixi's consultation room and happened to run into Song Zhaixing, who had just finished a busy session. Her eyes were filled with tears, presenting a look of having endured great grievances

Conspiracy, conspiracy

Jian Yifan rolled her eyes at her just as Li Weixi entered. It seemed that he had come running, a layer of sweat covering his forehead, as he leaned against the door frame, gasping for breath

Song Zhaixing was so angry that her eyes turned dark, "Think carefully again, how could my paper go missing if no one touched it? Wenjing, I trust you; you would never do something so despicable."

She suddenly kicked over the chair on the left side of Hu Li, making a loud crash, and no one in the entire measurement room dared to make a sound. Jian Yifan was greatly shocked; he had never seen Song Zhaixing lose her temper to such an extent, and her furious demeanor even made him a bit afraid.

Jian Yifan, don't run! Slap me! Slap me 28 times!

In the psychology measurement room, Wenjing was still wiping her tears. After being scolded by Yun Yuehua and then by Wu Cong, she had a very difficult day.

His features were sharp, his handsome face striking, and his words pierced her heart like needles, causing her deep pain. Song Zhaixing forcefully pulled her wrist away, her voice hoarse and dry, "It is my fault; I should not have casually doubted your intern."

Li Weixi appeared calm and composed, yet concealed an undeniable authority. Song Zhaixing retorted fiercely: "I am the victim! How can it be acceptable that a prestigious psychology department harbors someone with such malicious intentions!"

... ...

Song Zhaixing was taken aback and immediately became furious, "When did you lose it? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wenjing said that she locked everyone's papers together in the archive room and sent them out directly the next day, completely unaware that yours was missing

Li Weixi let out a soft sigh and sat down beside her. At that moment, she was still turning her head away, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge him

Song Zhaixing felt a fire burning inside, "Don't you think it's too strange?"

Guo Hongquan experienced a brief moment of daze

In the distance, Xia Qiang and Song Zhaixing did not advance any further. The streetlights illuminated, casting light on the faces of the two.

Xia Qiang also shed tears, wiped his nose, and said with a heavy heart: "My Xia Xia is saved. She is saved."

Having just calmed Xia Xia down, Jian Yifan appeared out of nowhere, mysteriously telling her: "Director Yun scolded Wenjing so badly that it was like a dog being drenched in blood"

The actions of the two made Xia Xia laugh heartily, and only then did Song Zhaixing feel a bit more at ease. He found another vehicle and began to write.

Perhaps due to speaking too passionately, Guo Hongquan began to scratch his back desperately, as that area was unbearably itchy.

Song Zhaixing said to Wen Jing and Hu Li: "That research topic took me two years to complete, with countless sleepless nights; it is not something to be casually discarded! If saying sorry could resolve issues, what would be the point of having the police?"

Midnight in the psychology department. The surroundings are momentarily silent to the extreme

Looking at his sincere plea, Song Zhaixing nodded and said, "I promise you, next time I will strive to be more perceptive and avoid getting hurt"

He slowly walked in front of Song Zhaixing, looking at her forehead wrapped in bandages and the bruised half of her face, striving to steady his breath

Jian Yifan shook his head heavily, displaying an expression of disappointment. "How could the colleagues dare to speak about you? Besides, if they did, I wouldn't want to hear it either. Ah Xing, in this past year, you've been injured at least seventy-nine times, if not eighty. As for this stool, I've had to sit on it twenty times just to take care of you. Can you please try to remember this?"

A few people chased from the backyard to near the main gate, and Xia Xia suddenly stopped. The garbage truck had long since left, yet a woman stood at the entrance, with long hair and wearing a scarf of the same color as Xia Xia's. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she appeared to be enduring great difficulty.

Song Zhaixing was momentarily taken aback, "What happened to Wenjing?"

I have been taking medication for two months, yet the rash on my body has not improved

Song Zhaixing observed Guo Hongquan's outburst and cries without showing any emotion or refuting him. It was only after Guo Hongquan finally calmed down that Song Zhaixing slowly said: "Can you talk more about what you have done for your family in your role as a father?"

"No matter what the secret is, will you tell me?" Song Zhaixing slowly turned her head and looked at him meaningfully

Song Zhaixing's smile remained undiminished as she extended her little finger to make a promise with her, saying, "I promise you!"

You will come back, right, Mom

Only the two of them remained in the ward, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet

Is Mom still not back?" Xia Xia asked Dad, raising her head.

Song Zhaixing wiped away her tears with her other hand, turned her head away, and asked, "Has Uncle been found?"

Jian Yifan then realized that he had written on his own car, and hurriedly wiped it off with his sleeve. He feigned a nonchalant expression, whistling as he ran to a farther place

His voice was hoarse, having not slept for two consecutive days, his body was extremely fatigued; however, when he held her hand, he conveyed a subtle warmth to her.

This is another secret

How could Wenjing be so cautious and still lose it

Her hand was tightly held by Li Weixi, and it was not until she cried herself out and became exhausted that she finally quieted down. Li Weixi had never seen such a Song Zaixing, like a little rabbit jumping up and down, clearly very docile just a second ago, but the next second she was baring her teeth at him.

As the midnight bell tolled, a shadowy figure quietly closed the door. In her hand, she held a thick stack of over ten pages of research, her steps light and vigorous, ultimately disappearing at the end of the corridor

Jian Yifan: "It seems that some information was mistaken, resulting in an accident"

How is your sleep currently

Is there anything else

The company is on the verge of bankruptcy, sigh

Mom, I love you

As the two were conversing, they suddenly saw Deputy Director Wu Cong coming out of the office. Noticing his poor complexion, Jian Yifan quickly pulled Song Zhaixing inside to hide.

He appears to be calm and composed when interacting with others, yet in reality, he is quite distant, a fact that everyone in the department can sense. Gentleness seems to be an innate quality for him, unrelated to anyone in particular. No one knows why he gave up a promising future in the United States to return to his home country, nor how he came to choose Kyoto University. Furthermore, his family background and past experiences remain a mystery; even the gossip prince, Jian Yifan, has not managed to uncover much information about him. Additionally, regarding his father, if it were not for the recent incident, no one would have known what his parents were like. He is like a tranquil lake beneath a vast expanse of stars, silent and forever calm

Due to the confidentiality of patient privacy, I can only tell you that there was a patient who experienced a low fever every winter, and no medication seemed to work. However, they naturally recovered as soon as spring arrived

A long period of silence

Jian Yifan followed behind Song Zhaixing, exclaiming in surprise: "Are you saying that someone did this on purpose?"

Guo Hongquan was taken aback, "Why?"

The boots crunched on the snow, producing a crisp sound. Song Zhaixing exhaled a breath of cold air, recalling that it had been a long time since she had seen snow. It seemed that last year, the city of Hanzhou had not experienced any snowfall for an entire year, which made her miss it immensely. Some delicate snowflakes clung to her long eyelashes; she raised her hand to brush them off and noticed that a layer had also settled on Jian Yifan's shoulder. She hurriedly intended to remind him, but before she could say anything, she spotted Xia Qiang and Xia Xia in front of the garden across from them.

"How can I not take the task that my family entrusted to me seriously?" Jian Yifan replied with a playful smile, "That child Mao Mao has issues with managing his time during classes, homework, and breaks, which has led to poor grades. In fact, he can't even be considered to have attention deficit hyperactivity disorder; with more practice in focusing, he will be just fine."

Li Weixi smiled faintly, yet her words were resolute, "I have never had a girlfriend, not during my undergraduate years, not during my graduate studies, and not even while pursuing my doctor's degree"

Jian Yifan did not respond to her, causing Song Zhaixing's cheeks to flush instantly

Xia Qiang suppressed his tears and said, "Good child, it is your father who is sorry for you"

My father is angry again

Hu Li handed her a tissue and softly comforted her, "It's all lost now, but there will be another chance to submit next year. Don't be too sad."

Song Zhaixing wanted to kick again, but was stopped by Li Weixi behind her, who grabbed her arm and signaled her to stop

Gao Can, you ruthless woman

With Li Weixi present, Hu Li instead gained confidence and directly confronted her: "You don't have any paranoia, do you? It might just be a misunderstanding; you should calm down."

In the adjacent consultation room, Song Zhaixing is having a conversation with Guo Hongquan

How is this possible

Li Weixi was very candid, "When she was pursuing me in the United States, she fell ill. At that time, she had no family around, and her friends were not by her side, so I stayed at the hospital all night, fearing something might happen to her. Later, when she regained consciousness and learned about this, she went around telling everyone that I was her boyfriend"

Hu Li whispered: "Then what should we do? Sister Wenjing didn't do it on purpose."

This is truly a deal that captivates her heart

The snow has stopped, the air is both damp and cold, and tears instantly welled up in Song Zhaixing's eyes

What happened

The thesis topic you wrote before, "Jian Yifan's words came out one by one," was lost by Wenjing and was never submitted

Song Zhaixing was left speechless by Jian Yifan's retort, stammering, "At that time, I truly did not see it."

Jian Yifan was about to retaliate when he saw Gao Can behind him, causing him to shudder in fear

Speak quickly

Jian Yifan brought her a cushion to help her sit up slightly, and after feeding her a few sips of water, he said: "Compared to the romance between Lin Guan and Dr. Li, my love story is merely a small tale in comparison."

Song Zhaixing frowned slightly and said, "Yifan, do the colleagues in the department think I am causing trouble?"

Tears streamed down Song Zhaixing's face, and the grievances she felt transformed into punch after punch against his chest

Realizing that she had inadvertently offended him, Song Zhaixing quickly put on her coat and followed him outside

She was lost in thought, and Jian Yifan approached her, his tone tentative, "I need to tell you something, but please don't explode."

Jian Yifan glanced at her and said, "There is nothing to do in the afternoon, come out with me to go skiing."

Song Zhaixing was about to refute, but then heard Li Weixi say: "Hu Li is right, one should not casually slander others without evidence. You really should remain calm"

You may continue speaking

Several people continued writing until dusk. Xia Qiang, holding an old mobile phone, sent out the photos he had taken one by one, yet he received no replies at all

Xia Xia cried loudly, stumbling all the way into her mother's arms, and the reunion between mother and daughter was both touching and sorrowful

Song Zhaixing screamed at him frantically, each word piercing him like a knife

Mother

Hmm. He thought for a moment and decided to tell her now, "Grandma Wang committed suicide after killing Grandpa Wang"

Wen Jing stood up, tears still lingering at the corners of her eyes, "I have always held onto it. A Xing, I am truly sorry for you"

Xia Xia directly threw herself into Song Zhaixing's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Song Zhaixing held her tightly, unwilling to let her suffer even a bit more.

That was a pair of untainted, pure white hands belonging to a woman, moving hurriedly and unsteadily, with her breath becoming a bit anxious as well

Jian Yifan looked at the words written by Xia Xia, line by line, the characters were large and neatly arranged

"It has been half a month." Guo Hongquan snorted coldly, "The phone is about to explode from all the calls. What can be done?"

Hu Li, feeling indignant, was about to argue back when Song Zhaixing swiftly kicked over the chair to her right. The sound resonated like a thunderclap, startling everyone once again

He spoke with great force, and Song Zhaixing dared not provoke him, quickly responding appropriately

When Song Zhaixing woke up, it was already dusk. Jian Yifan was dozing off on one side, the sunlight fading, and the entire hospital was enveloped in tranquility

Song Zhaixing finally felt the soreness in his shoulders and back, as if his waist had been broken. He quickly pulled out his arm and waved to him, "Hurry and go on your date, develop rapidly with Gao Can."

Jian Yifan shrank back in fear, "I, I only found out this afternoon. The topics of the papers I wrote were all submitted together, and later I noticed that everyone else had received responses, but yours was the only one that did not. Director Yun specifically called to ask what was going on, and the other party said they had not received your article at all."

Jian Yifan glared at her, his eyebrows raised high. "When Xia Qiang broke the glass, you clearly could have dodged it, right? When the patient with the nail stabbed you, you also had reaction time, didn't you? Even when Grandma Wang pushed you, if you had been a bit more perceptive, you wouldn't have gotten hurt, would you?"

I am sorry. I thought you could see my father in person

Jian Yifan looked bewildered and said, "I don't know anything else."

A Xing, I want to go skiing

Upon mentioning Lin Guan, Song Zhaixing's thoughts became fleeting, and she did not inquire further, lightly clearing her throat twice

Song Zhaixing frowned and said, "Isn't Dad also changing?"

Today is the final day for submitting research topics for the thesis, and everyone has submitted their research findings. Being published in a core journal of psychology means that this doctor not only gains fame but can also quickly advance in their department and even have opportunities for further study abroad

The rash on your back may not be a skin condition, but rather caused by a psychological disorder. I hope that after you return home, you can have a good chat with Xiao Han and not let him see your stress and anxiety. Xiao Han is a good child, and most of his speech impairment is due to you.

Mother, I feel much better today

Song Zhaixing's head was throbbing, and she simply could not understand why Hu Li was always opposing her. She raised her voice and fixed her gaze on Hu Li, saying: "You are the most likely person to have the key to the archives; perhaps this matter was indeed caused by you. My importance is irrelevant, but my thesis topic is extremely important, absolutely crucial; whoever loses it must take responsibility!"

Ah? Song Zhaixing was extremely dejected, "I thought your love was earth-shattering."

Song Zhaixing was particularly surprised, half-squatting down and softly asking her: "What happened to Xiaxia? Weren't you in a much better mood before?"

The shadowy figure stealthily ascended to the third floor, evading surveillance, and finally took the key to unlock the door of the archive room. The visitor reached out and flipped through a stack of research papers placed on the table, ultimately selecting the one belonging to Song Zhaixing.

Wen Jing cried even more fiercely, and Hu Li quickly chimed in, "What if it's just a misunderstanding? You're taking yourself a bit too seriously, as if everyone is out to get you."

Jian Yifan was even more excited after receiving the "imperial decree," responding repeatedly with enthusiasm. Song Zhaixing then asked, "How is that child with ADHD doing?"

What is so good about that woman! Stop writing! Everyone stop writing!

Song Zhaixing hesitantly withdrew, not wanting to disturb him. Upon exiting, he saw Jian Yifan approaching with a swollen face, nearly unable to suppress a laugh.

As the two approached, they finally saw Xia Xia writing on the hood of the car, and Xia Qiang greeted them with a smile

Sister must help me finish all the cars

Outside the window, the white snow is falling thickly, accompanied by a chilling wind howling and swirling. Guo Hongquan tightened his coat, instinctively recalling that it was also winter when Xiao Han learned to speak, and the first word he uttered was "Daddy"

Mother, I miss you

Why don't you believe me? Why do you want to exclude me? Why don't you tell me? What if you die, what if you die!

Song Zhaixing looked at Wen Jing and asked, "Who is in charge of the key to the archive room?"

His face was swollen and red, and due to his excited speech, his eye sockets were filled with red veins, which frightened Song Zhaixing greatly, prompting her to quickly respond, "I will go, I will go right away"

Song Zhaixing was greatly surprised: "Director Wu? Divorce? He is the one who loves his wife the most in the entire department"

"Do you know the reason, Xiaxia?" Song Zhaixing asked as he supported her shoulder, wiping her tears while inquiring, "Has something upset your father?"

Song Zhaixing recalled that when he left home, he was still on the phone with Xia Xia's mother. Perhaps the reason Xia Xia's mother came was not at all because of the words they had written on the hood of the car

Guo Hongquan hesitated, seemingly a bit uneasy, and asked, "Have you treated anyone with a situation like mine before?"

Song Zhaixing looked at him with tearful eyes, "Do you not believe me?"

Song Zhaixing secretly advised him, "Make sure to ask properly."

You are reluctant to take on the responsibilities of being a father, and even more afraid to assume the responsibilities of a leader. Only when you fall ill can you avoid going to the office and receive care from others. Do not underestimate Xiao Han as a child; he can clearly hear your inner thoughts and understand what you subconsciously wish to do. When you return, you must patiently explain to Xiao Han, helping him realize that he has a father with a sound personality. In truth, it is not that he does not want to speak, but rather ... ... .

Jian Yifan let out a pained sigh, "Once you fall in love, you will understand. Your eyes will be filled with her, and you won't have the capacity to care about anything else."

Song Zhaixing came up with this topic while staying up late after her breakup. This opportunity comes only once a year, and it was earned through her immense effort, yet it ended up being lost

Song Zhaixing had no choice but to take a deep breath to control himself

How is this possible

Song Zhaixing strode towards the psychology department, his anger surging, his face turning purple with rage

Dad misses you very much

She is my intern

Li Weixi originally had a calm expression, but upon hearing her question, he suddenly began to cough violently. Song Zhaixing stared at him in astonishment, holding her breath and waiting for him to finish coughing so he could tell her.

Song Zhaixing nodded slightly and said, "As long as you learn to take responsibility and no longer evade, the illness will naturally improve"

Now ask

Xiao Han's mother is still insisting on divorcing me, it is truly a headache

Gao Can suddenly shouted, startling Song Zhaixing, who then realized her presence and quickly dodged to escape. Long after, Gao Can's scream continued to echo throughout the corridor

After leaving the main building, the ground was covered in snowflakes under the dark sky. Jian Yifan walked ahead with a pout, while Song Zhaixing cautiously followed behind. After walking for a while, Song Zhaixing stepped forward to ask him: "Has Gao Can forgiven you?"

My father was once a proud and respected doctor, having treated so many patients, always dignified and radiant. Unfortunately, in a moment of turmoil, even the basic dignity of being a person has been utterly trampled upon, causing him even greater sorrow.

Today happens to be the day for Xia Xia's follow-up visit. The colleagues in the department all like this increasingly talkative child and have specially prepared gifts for her. Li Weixi has just returned from the sanatorium, with fine snowflakes clinging to the ends of her hair, making her face appear pale and fatigued

Song Zhaixing knew that Xia Xia's parents had long been divorced, and that her mother had already started a new family, seemingly not wanting to have any further contact with Xia Qiang

Does it still hurt

Song Zhaixing knew that Xia Qiang was about to lose his temper again, so he quickly stepped forward to offer comfort. At that moment, a garbage truck drove past on the main road. Suddenly, Xia Xia ran after it as if she had gone mad, shouting loudly at the garbage truck that had just passed by: "Mom! Mom, I'm here!"

Song Zhaixing kicked the door open with a bang and looked at Hu Li, "What do you mean by 'lost it all'? If you lost your graduation thesis, would it be acceptable for you to delay your graduation by a year?"

Hu Li felt a deep sense of compassion and quickly handed him a cup of hot water. Li Weixi expressed his gratitude and busied himself with preparing materials for Xia Xia. During this period, he had conducted a total of five consultations and two group therapy sessions for her, and Xia Xia's depression had noticeably alleviated, providing him with some comfort amidst caring for his father. However, just the thought of Xia Xia's father, Xia Qiang, made his brows furrow involuntarily.

Li Weixi's complexion was bright, as he gazed at Song Zhaixing for a long time, his brows and eyes sparkling with dazzling brilliance

"Yes," he nodded. "Are you asking now or would you prefer to ask later?"

Song Zhaixing glanced at the time; they had been chatting for nearly an hour. In fact, Song Zhaixing had already gained a basic understanding of his condition.

Snow falls on the pines and cypresses, swirling and dancing, enveloping the entire hospital in a silver-white cloak, making it even more bright and clear. Xia Xia's little face is flushed from the cold, her fingers covered in snow, while Song Zhaixing is not much better off, her hands numb yet still writing incessantly. On the other side, Jian Yifan sneezes repeatedly while skillfully writing with a branch of pine, and eventually, he boldly composes a love poem for Gao Can. When he runs out of poetic lines, he angrily writes on the hood of a car:

When Song Zhaixing first met Xiaxia, she knew that her mother had not visited her for a long time. The only words Xiaxia's mother left for her were: "When I earn enough money, I will drive to see you."

Jian Yifan: "This is my final warning to you, if you do not accompany me to go skiing, I will never forgive you!"

"Isn't it fun to play with people? Why did you take me there and not let me participate! Why didn't you mention how dangerous it was? I hate you, Li Weixi, I hate you..."

Jian Yifan sighed and said helplessly: "Xia Xia came to provide treatment, and Li Weixi had no choice but to let me take his place. I have already called him, and he will be here shortly to attend to you. My dear patient, could you please take a little care of yourself?"

A Xing, I beg you, can you please suffer a little less? After working an extra day, I still have to take care of you, and I don't even have time for a date!

Song Zhaixing saw that his analysis was thorough and well-reasoned, knowing that he had put in considerable effort. She smiled even more brightly, saying, "Perfectly done, your family Cancang should thank you properly."

Song Zhaixing was even more surprised. She had just recovered and was unaware of this matter, nor had she ever heard any of her colleagues mention it. It seemed that Li Weixi had intentionally concealed it.

I have not been in a romantic relationship with her

Song Zhaixing was extremely disappointed, a hint of helplessness curling at the corners of her lips. She raised an eyebrow and provocatively looked at his pale face, saying: "What is she to you that requires such defense?"

Xia Xia shook her head, "Today is very fierce, and I even said some unpleasant words to Brother Weixi. Last time was the same, I even kicked over Brother Weixi's stool"

The heavy snow has blanketed all the car hoods, creating a vast expanse that resembles a giant sheet of white paper. Xiaxia extends her small finger, writing with great seriousness, stroke by stroke.

Jian Yifan: "My 'slow one beat' young lady, you don't need to see it, just 'quick one beat' will suffice. Promise me, just a little bit quicker will do."

"The hospital's back garden," Jian Yifan scoffed, "Where else can we go? That is the only place where we can slide for a while"

Seeing Xia Xia crying sadly, Xia Qiang also became agitated and suddenly threw his phone to the ground

Then you still behave like this

Song Zhaixing rushed to Li Weixi's office and discovered that he was speaking on the phone in a very restrained voice. She listened for a while through the door before realizing that he was communicating with Xia Qiang's wife

Song Zhaixing was heavily provoked by the little girl in front of her, becoming even angrier, to the point where tears were about to burst forth.

Where can one find sleep? I watched television until 2 AM, felt tired and took a short nap, but before 4 AM, I got up to continue watching television. It is only when I watch television that my mind feels less troubled

As the sky grew darker, Song Zhaixing quietly withdrew, leaving the space for the family of three. It was only when she turned around that she saw Li Weixi, dressed in a white lab coat, standing on the steps of the administration building, also gazing towards the entrance, his expression calm and serene, his gaze deep as a pond

Enough

Song Zhaixing, who was standing nearby, was also astonished, not only because Xia Xia had written on this car, but also because the hoods of all the surrounding cars were filled with words written by Xia Xia

Jian Yifan gestured for her to be silent and replied to her in the lowest possible volume, "It seems like I am about to have a divorce with my wife"

"Good child, good child." Jian Yifan held her arm, tears almost spilling from her eyes

Where is it

Then you can go find the murderer, what are you doing causing a scene here! Hu Li glared back at her, I don't care about your thesis, so don't slander me here.

More than half a month passed, and Hanzhou welcomed its first snowfall of winter

Xia Xia shook her head

Li Weixi held her wrist tightly, the strength of her grip showing no sign of easing

Song Zhaixing stared blankly for a moment, then glared at him with displeasure, "I am still a patient, can you treat me a little better?"

28 ex-girlfriends

The song "Only Mother is Good in the World" is the only song that Xia Xia's mother taught her, and every time Xia Xia misses her mother, she sings it. The garbage truck shows no response at all, but Xia Xia feels that it is her mother who has come, chasing after it endlessly, shouting without stopping

As a token of gratitude, he pressed his fist against his lips and said earnestly, "You may ask one question about my secret"

There are many words like this. Seeing this, Song Zhaixing felt tears welling up, and even the usually talkative Jian Yifan did not know what to say. Perhaps noticing the change in their expressions, Xia Qiang somewhat awkwardly said: "Xia Xia misses her mom and is preparing to write all over these cars. I will take pictures and send them to her mom."

Song Zhaixing turned back to look at him, "What?"

Song Zhaixing, in a fit of anger, coldly stated: "This is clearly theft! Even if Wenjing did not commit the act, her negligence regarding the key is sufficient to consider her an accomplice. Hu Li is the most likely person to have obtained the key, and I do not believe this incident was unintentional"

Jian Yifan, wearing a hat, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said, "I have long since forgiven you"

She watched as Xiaxia's small body tightly followed the dirty and tattered garbage truck, unable to stop, simply because the music playing from the truck along the way was "The Only Good Mother in the World"

She poked Jian Yifan, who immediately woke up and hurriedly picked up her phone to call Li Weixi, only then turning her head to start chattering incessantly about her complaints.

Father... dear? Guo Hongquan found this question extremely ridiculous, "Haven't I done enough? I drink and entertain clients every day, exhausted like a grandson. Damn it, I earn not a penny, staying at home indulging in food and drink, just serving Guo Xiaohan, and I have even made my son unable to speak. Not to mention the distant things, the living expenses I send home every month are enough for the two of them to live worry-free, what more do they want? I have so many employees in my company waiting for me to pay their salaries; if I don't work and go out to entertain clients, those two will have to rely on the northwest wind! Not to mention the distant things, the living expenses I send home every month are enough for the two of them to live worry-free, what more do they want? I have so many employees in my company waiting for me to pay their salaries; if I don't work and go out to entertain clients, those two will have to rely on the northwest wind! In terms of contribution, I am the first in the family, but who can understand me?"

Song Zhaixing frowned and said, "Isn't it too cold?"

Xia Xia added: "Mom loves the snow the most; she will definitely come to see us"

Song Zhaixing observed the change in Guo Hongquan's complexion from red to pale, and slightly slowed down his speech, "You should not constantly emphasize to him how difficult it has been for you because of him, nor should you point out his mistakes at every turn. You should be friends; you need to tell him that you are proud of him."

Song Zhaixing stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked excitedly: "How long have you been dating Lin Guan?"

Song Zhaixing was so embarrassed that her face turned red. Before she could say anything, she heard Jian Yifan continue speaking like a machine gun: "Injured constitution, injured constitution. Everyone says you are prone to injuries, but please, my young lady, could you be a bit more perceptive? You often lock yourself in at home, treat vinegar as soy sauce, forget to take your keys, and even when you turn around in the supermarket, you manage to break the glass jars on the shelves, get scalded by boiling water, and so on, but—"

Song Zhaixing smiled and laughed, making a face at him, "It will be fine in a few days, my physical condition is very strong."

What next

The cold wind outside the department is biting, thick clouds are accumulating, and the air is filled with the scent of conspiracy

Jian Yifan finished tidying up and leaned over to her, saying: "Doctor Li asked me to call him the moment you wake up. I can see that his sense of guilt is quite strong. You should take the opportunity to extort him a bit; it would not be worth suffering such a serious injury otherwise"

The snow continued to fall without stopping, fluttering down even into the afternoon. The sky was overcast, and Song Zhaixing bought coffee for her colleagues. Perhaps due to the weather, the department suddenly became quiet, except for a few previous patients who came to visit.

Song Zhaixing half-squatted down, wrapped the scarf around Xia Xia, and gently asked her: "Did your mother never come to see you when you were hospitalized for your fracture?"

Li Weixi handed her a clean white handkerchief, and Song Zhaixing was momentarily taken aback, not accepting it

Jian Yifan walked out while letting out a cry of liberation, and before fully stepping out, she immediately dialed Gao Can's phone for their date. Before leaving, she made an OK gesture to Li Weixi, signaling him to rest assured.

"Do you not have someone you like?" Song Zhaixing was quite puzzled

Father made my favorite steamed egg custard

Xia Xia suddenly burst into tears, feeling extremely wronged, "Dad, am I supposed to die? Does Mom particularly hate me?"

Song Zhaixing smiled and said, "Because he does not want to work in winter"

Then what?" Song Zhaixing looked at Guo Hongquan, who had been pouring out his heart, with gentle eyes

Li Weixi was even prepared to explain everything

Xia Xia's eyes sparkled with brilliance as she extended her pinky finger to make a pinky promise with her

Xia Qiang sighed, the battery indicator on his phone showed insufficient charge, and the prolonged wait for a response made him even more anxious

The frail figure appeared even more fragile in the snow, as Xia Xia kept chasing and chasing, while Song Zhaixing and Xia Qiang hurried to catch up.

Xia Qiang nodded repeatedly, murmuring to himself: "It will definitely happen, it will definitely happen"

Jian Yifan suddenly became spirited, immediately straightened his body and began to write, gently saying to her without raising his head: "A Xing, let's write quickly, we should be able to finish before midnight."

Song Zhaixing lowered her head, her long hair cascading down and resting on her fingertips

Jian Yifan raised an eyebrow, "I haven't been able to gather the latest news yet, so it's hard to say."

Guo Hongquan's back was itchy again, an unbearable itch, but this time he endured it. In the end, he asked, "Will my illness get better?"

Guo Hongquan was a bit anxious, "Doctor, my child Xiaohan still cannot speak. What exactly is going on? Is it a psychological issue? If not, then let's not waste any more time; I will quickly take him to see someone else."

And Song Zhaixing is the only opponent of this shadowy figure

Li Weixi was greatly embarrassed, surprised that the secret she wanted to ask about was actually this

Wen Jing thought for a moment and said, "Previously, Director Yun specifically instructed that the key to the archives should only be held by me, and no one else is to touch it"

Song Zhaixing sighed, "But Dad has to rely on himself to get better"

Song Zhaixing reminded him: "Isn't that your Ferrari?"

Song Zhaixing: "How long has it been since you last went to the company due to the illness on your back?"

I originally intended to inform you after finishing skiing

Jian Yifan scoffed at this and was about to refuse to participate, but was pulled by Song Zhaixing towards another car. Jian Yifan shouted loudly, and Song Zhaixing directly pressed his palm against the car hood, the cold snow instantly turning his fingers bright red.

Li Weixi kept vigil in Song Zhaixing's hospital room until noon. During this time, his father was located and sent back to the nursing home. His father had once again fallen into a state of dementia; when found, he was lying next to a trash can, having lost control of his bladder. On the way back to the nursing home, he heard Sun Ming say that his father, who was not yet sixty, was in tears, repeatedly calling out Li Weixi's childhood name, but could not utter a single word when asked anything else.

Song Zhaixing threatened him, "If you don't write it, I will tell Gao Can that you have been on a total of 311 blind dates!"

You should not casually doubt others. Hu Li is still an intern, and if her reputation is tarnished, it will not benefit her graduation

Song Zhaixing frowned, "Has no one else touched the key?"

Song Zhaixing was taken aback, not expecting that Jian Yifan was still a lovesick fool

Jian Yifan was just about to leave when Song Zhaixing suddenly patted him on the shoulder and, with deep emotion and sincerity, said: "Think about your 28 ex-girlfriends; I may never understand it all."

Xia Xia sobbed, "It is mother. Mother refuses to forgive father and never comes to see us."

The shadow smiled, and beneath the wild brows and eyes lay complete satisfaction

Song Zhaixing remained silent, yet she understood that Xia Xia's mother was not only a source of distress for Xia Xia but also a knot in Xia Qiang's own heart. His volatility and Xia Xia's depression had both flared up since his divorce. Clearly, they were three individuals who relied on each other, yet after Xia Xia's mother left, they fell apart. Each of the three lived on with their scars; life was neither as bad as it had been before nor as hopeful as they had wished.