As usual, Song Jingye would have let her go back on her own. 。But tonight seeing her drink, for safety of course I have to send her home. 。There's also the fact that I saw her true personality tonight. She's a really lively young girl, but for the past few years, she's been trembling and speaking in hushed tones whenever he was around. It's probably because his indifference over the past few years has hurt her. This wasn't his intention. 。So he opened the back door directly, looking at her, "Get in." 。His tone was no better than being cold, but looking at Chen Ning's eyes softened a lot. Chen Ning then climbed into the back seat, and he followed suit, closing the door. 。
In front was the driver, and the two of them sat side by side. His car had plenty of space, but Chen Ling felt the air in the car gradually becoming thin, filled with his scent, making it hard for her to breathe. 。At that moment, Song Jingye also pressed the window on his side. A cool breeze blew in from outside, making her breathing smoother and a little better. 。
Looking for something to talk about, but drawing a blank. The whole way was surprisingly quiet. Chen Ning silently felt the presence of the person beside her, silently counting the distance between them, an arm's length apart. 。She shifted imperceptibly, an inch or two towards his side, a half-arm's length at most, not daring to move any further. One more movement would be too obvious. 。At that moment, Song Jingye suddenly leaned over and said to the driver in front: "Turn left at the next intersection and take her home first." 。When he leaned over, his arm brushed against Chen Linghui's arm. Chen Linghui flinched like she had been electrocuted and moved back to her original position. 。Her heart was pounding wildly, while he remained completely oblivious to what was happening, simply giving her a strange look. 。When they reached her apartment building, Song Jingye insisted on getting out of the car to walk her up. He wouldn't feel at ease until he saw her safely enter her room. 。
Chen Ling walked ahead with her head down. 。Although you are an adult, as a young lady, it's best not to drink alcohol outside. 。Song Jingye is also quite a worry. 。I know 。"Reaching the apartment building where she lived, Song Jingye stopped. “Can you go up yourself?” 。She wasn't really drunk. 。Go on up, and text me when you get home, then I'll leave. 。"Chen Ning nodded. He thought he would be sent upstairs just now, but his personality is very well measured, and he knows how to keep a proper distance." 。Though she wanted him to wait downstairs a little longer for her, so that she could have a longer dream tonight, she couldn't bear to have him wait any longer. So, she stepped out of the elevator and immediately sent him a text: "I'm home." 。" 。He answered simply. 。Chen Ling hurried back to the window and watched her retreating figure until she was out of sight. 。That night was like a sultry dream for her, neither waking nor sleeping, she remained immersed in it. 。
After that, there was a long period without contact. He was very busy and so was she. She had joined the translation department and was new to the job. For about half a year, she was in training. In the morning, she attended news listening training, alternating between interpretation and simultaneous translation, and in the afternoon, she participated in reading exercises for written translation, among other things. There were also opportunities to participate in some activities to hone her skills. All in all, she was incredibly busy. 。Tao Kaiyan and her department are all in the translation department, while Xu Haichen went to the news department. 。No matter which department Xu Haichen is placed in, he adapts very quickly, as if he were a fish in water. 。Tao Kaiyan adapted to the translation department better than she did. After all, she graduated from the Foreign Languages Institute and had experience studying abroad. 。But the relationship between the two has always been lukewarm, especially after Professor Zhao gave her the opportunity to visit abroad. Their relationship became even more complicated after that. 。The biggest event at the company recently was probably the commemoration of 50 years of diplomatic relations with a neighboring country. There were over 50 events, big and small, and both she and Tao Kaiyan were considered as backup translators, so there wasn't a guarantee they would actually get to practice. 。。She looked at the program of events, one of which was about military colored metals. The attendance list included representatives from several companies, and on the Chinese side, it was a representative from the Military Equipment Department, with attendees including Song Jingye. 。Everything is destined, and she strives even harder for it. 。She once said that she enrolled in the foreign j college hoping to become a warrior at the negotiating table, fighting alongside her uncle. Now, though there is no need for battle, she can walk by his side, at least in this event, becoming his left and right arm. 。So she proactively applied to her superiors to participate in this event and got the opportunity. 。
It wasn't until she arrived at the scene that she realized Song Jingye wasn't there. He had sent a subordinate to attend the event in his place at the last minute. Of course, she was a little disappointed. She had originally hoped to showcase her work side to him properly. 。Though disappointed, work was work. That was her basic professional standard. She quickly composed herself and dove back into her translation job. 。In this situation, one would never reveal any personal emotions. 。Throughout the entire event, she remained extremely calm and professional. Every word, every phrase, was translated with precision. 。The event went well, the only downside was that the expensive black leather shoes she bought turned out to be uncomfortable. They rubbed blisters on her heels, breaking open and causing agonizing pain with every step. She could only grit her teeth and bear it. 。Finally, the event ended. She hurried to an empty room behind, wanting to put some Band-Aids on her feet before leaving. Unexpectedly, she saw Song Jingye sitting alone in the room, staring blankly ahead. His eyes were lifeless, devoid of any light, as if he had been deeply struck and was here nursing his wounds. 。She blurted out, "Uncle, how did you get here?"
Hearing her voice, Song Jingye's eyes finally focused on her. She could now see his face clearly - his lips were blue and there was a small cut, obviously from being beaten. 。"What's wrong with your face?" she asked, concerned. 。"What's wrong with your foot?" He also noticed she was limping as she came in. 。"Having my heel rubbed raw by shoes, no big deal" 。As she answered, she had already walked up to him. 。Though she didn't see him very often, she paid close attention and knew him well. 。His eyes were filled with dejection at this moment, as if he had suffered a great blow. It was just like the forlorn look on his face when he was in the northwest, watching Yao Yao and her husband embrace, and he retreated to the other side of the car alone. 。The familiar feeling of heartache surged up again, knowing his love was bittersweet and hopeless. He loved YaoYao as she loved him. 。
Unfortunately, she couldn't say a word, not even a word of comfort. 。Song Jingye had already tidied up his emotions and stood up to ask her, "Go back with your colleagues?"
"They went back to the unit first. I'll take the subway later" 。Here you go. 。"Good 。This time there is no refusal. 。
(The romantic plot between Chen Ling and Song Pang is about to begin ) 。This segment continues from the main text, where after Yao Mei lost her memory, she went to look for Song Pang. Song Pang was completely heartbroken and knew that even an 18-year-old Yao Mei wouldn't be able to love him. 。
As for Chen Ning's return to work, all we need to know is what unit and position she holds.
。Because the website doesn't allow real-world units, so whether it's the unit or the department it belongs to, I've made them slightly fictional. Just understand the meaning, don't take it seriously. 。)>

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