"Dongyu, you have co here!" The teaching assistant chased after her, flustered and exasperated: "You have the professor worried!"
"I’m sorry..." Dayu made a silly face, "I was chasing a frog and ended up at Grandma’s house..."
By now, the professor had also arrived. He was wearing reading glasses, and his hair and beard were snowy white, making him look as affectionate and adorable as Santa Claus.
Dayu ran up to the professor: "Professor Zhong, I’m sorry to have made you worry. I was chasing a frog and just ran over here..."
Song Xiaoyin was utterly astonished as she gazed at the elderly man with hair and beard as white as snow. She stepped forward, excitedly exclaiming, "You... Are you the college professor Zhong who once taught at A University?"
"Yes, I am Zhong Hanbang!" the professor said.
"Oh my! You really are Professor Zhong..." Song Xiaoyin suddenly cried out like a child. To encounter a professor from her college days in a foreign country after so many decades, how could she not be overjoyed!
Zhong Hanbang looked at her, "Are you a student from A University?"
"Yes! I studied in the fine arts departnt..." Song Xiaoyin said excitedly: "Professor Zhong taught architectural design back then, and we students in the art class really loved your class. Oh, my na is Song Xiaoyin... Professor Zhong, you’re also teaching students in New York... Now I can continue to attend your classes!"
"Yes!" Zhong Hanbang said, "You’re welco to visit often!"
"Grandma, co over, I’ve prepared a stool for you!" Dayu said obediently.
"Sure, sure, sure!" Song Xiaoyin also smiled; since her divorce and moving to the United States, she had not smiled like this in a long ti.
There are three great joys in life: to be listed on the golden placard, the night of nuptial bliss, and to encounter an old acquaintance in a foreign land.
Moreover, Song Xiaoyin had t a teacher she had revered during her student days!
Because of eting Zhong Hanbang, Song Xiaoyin montarily forgot all about Dayu. Only after Professor Zhong had left with the child did she rember.
"Oh dear, look at my mory..." Song Xiaoyin slapped her forehead, "I’m so much like Qingchen... But my son never ntioned he had a child!"
She had intended to ask, but the mont she rembered Gu Yucheng’s face, her heart imdiately ached unbearably again.
Even after more than thirty years, it seed that so wounds remained embedded in the heart like malignant tumors, impossible to extract!
A City.
In the Duan Family’s house, Duan Feixun was organizing docunts in the study room. A lawyer’s life was filled with endless docunts and countless legal provisions to morize.
When he went for a shower, a small figure quietly sneaked into the study.
Fortunately, he didn’t lock the door to his study.
After entering, Zheng Tong locked the door and imdiately began searching the desk for docunts.
His docunts were divided into three parts: one pile was completed, another was half-finished, and the last was not yet addressed.
Zheng Tong briefly flipped through them but didn’t find anything regarding Gu Qingchen and Bei Ran.
Her gaze fell on his briefcase; she walked over, opened the black briefcase, saw a checkbook, and so trial-related materials, but still, she didn’t find anything about Gu Qingchen and Bei Ran.
Just as she was putting these items back, she heard the sound of a door opening from outside.
Duan Feixun had gone into the bathroom, but then he suddenly rembered a key point in a case that could defeat the opposition in court.
In the midst of undressing, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and ran back to the study.
However, strangely enough, the door wouldn’t open!
He rembered that he never had the habit of locking the study door!
Could it be... that Zheng Tong was inside?
But how could this proud woman, who always carried herself like a peacock and wouldn’t deign to glance his way, disdainful of his "stink of money," sneak into his study?
Duan Feixun had no choice but to get the spare key and head over.
Zheng Tong also realized that it must have been Duan Feixun who ca by earlier. She had never done anything sneaky, and it wouldn’t be good to be caught red-handed!
If it weren’t for Bei Ran, she wouldn’t have taken such a risk.
But for a friend, she was willing to go through fire and water, let alone sneak a peek at so docunts.
After the footsteps outside faded away, Zheng Tong was about to leave when she suddenly saw a black folder labeled with Gu Qingchen and Bei Ran’s nas, standing upright on one of his docunt shelves.
She quickly pulled it out to check; it was their divorce case file. Just as she was about to put it back, the room door suddenly flung open.
In a panic, Zheng Tong imdiately opened the door to the outside balcony.
When Duan Feixun walked in, he instantly saw all his files, almost all bearing signs of having been rifled through.
With no one in the room, he approached the desk and saw no one hiding beneath it!
Therefore, there could only be one place left to check!
That was the balcony!
Without a change in expression, Duan Feixun quickly slid open the balcony door and saw a figure indeed lurking there.
Zheng Tong knew this man was shrewd; how else could he be a lawyer?
There was no escaping for her!
So, she simply stood on the balcony, waiting for him to arrive.
"Mrs. Duan, basking in the moonlight on my study’s balcony?" Duan Feixun gazed at her.
She had already taken a bath and was wearing a loose, purple cotton nightgown. Bathed in the moonlight, she looked like an elegant fairy!
Zheng Tong, who was already a twenty-year-old young lady, humd in response, "The air is nice on Lawyer Duan’s balcony!"
"If you like it, we can sit down together and enjoy the moon and flowers!" Duan Feixun approached her. Near the back garden, he had planted many flowers; the night breeze brought the scent of flowers with it.
"Maybe next ti!" Zheng Tong said generously.
But Duan Feixun took her hand, "Mrs. Duan, wouldn’t this count as invading soone’s privacy?"
Zheng Tong looked at him: "This is our house. It should be fine for to walk around, right?"
"Of course!" Duan Feixun held her small hand tighter, "Not too much at all!"
"Let go!" Zheng Tong didn’t want to be this intimate with him.
Duan Feixun gazed at her, a mischievous smile curving his lips: "You’re my wife. Holding your hand shouldn’t be too much!"
Zheng Tong: "..."
Comparing eloquence with a lawyer is just seeking death, isn’t it?
Zheng Tong didn’t want to be held by him. You see, she actually couldn’t rember many details from the night of their wedding.
However, the marks left behind the following day still made her, a thirty-three-year-old spinster, blush!
And the most ridiculous thing was, she had indeed ’blossod’!
And the most most twisted fact was that Duan Feixun, this man, had cut out the red-stained part of the white bedsheet and kept it!
The closest they had been since that night was sleeping separately.
Although today Bei Ran had explained that what happened on the wedding night wasn’t Duan Feixun’s fault, Zheng Tong had no plans to talk about feelings with him.
So, things like holding hands to increase intimacy, better to skip that!
Zheng Tong tried to shake off Duan Feixun’s hand, but he was so strong, and she just couldn’t break free!
And he was just watching her like that.
Zheng Tong was furious, "What exactly do you want?"
"Sit down and watch the moonlight with !" said Duan Feixun.
"I’m not in the mood now!" Zheng Tong huffed.
Duan Feixun pressed closer, she leaned against the balcony, and he approached her.
"What are you looking for in the study?" he pressed.
Zheng Tong glared at him. He was shirtless, and despite his slender appearance, he was lean but with a well-defined figure that looked attractive.
"I ca for that piece of cloth, alright!" Zheng Tong knew he was cunning and would not reveal her real intentions to him.
Duan Feixun laughed heartily, feigning ignorance: "Which cloth is Mrs. Duan referring to?"
"You well know which one!" Zheng Tong was so annoyed that she raised her fist to swing at him!
She had thought that her hyn had long been broken, after all, she was thirty-three years old; how could it still be intact?
But bizarrely, it really was left for Duan Feixun, this man!
Although Duan Feixun had no obsession with virginity, his leftover-bride wife was still a pure woman, and he was her first man!
This was simply a fairy tale, for a man used to handling divorce cases, it was also the greatest solace for his heart!
Therefore, he had to run this marriage showily and colorfully!
"Give it back to !" Zheng Tong pounded on his chest.
Duan Feixun just let her pound, "That’s my most cherished item, I won’t return it!"
"You..." Out of anger, Zheng Tong accidentally untied his big bath towel...
And this man, with not a single item on him, thus displayed himself like a primitive man under the moonlight.
Zheng Tong studied dicine, naturally witnessing the male anatomy many tis!
But the live version was rare!
Moreover, Duan Feixun’s size was clearly disproportionate to his slim figure, no wonder she almost died of pain on their wedding night!
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