I almost touched the moon

Huang Yirou was also stunned by Wen Song's answer. She laughed awkwardly and said, "I mean, are you worried that Cheng Che might cheat on you?"

Wen Song was never a tolerant person, so he asked directly, "What do you want my answer to be?"

"Of course it's what you really think."

"I'm not worried, and I won't think about this. Reporter Huang, your question really makes me seriously doubt your ability." Wen Song sneered, "I heard from A Che that you are a reporter sent by the Central Radio and Television Station, the most authoritative media organization in a country, and the level of the reporters is so poor, it simply affects the image of the country."

Huang Yirou probably didn't expect Wen Song to be so rude, and she said with a hint of threat, "Ms. Wen, if I make today's interview public, what kind of impact do you think it will have on you and Cheng Che?"

Wen Song looked at her and suddenly found it a little funny, yet also a little confused. How could such an ignorant person become a reporter for CCTV?

"Reporter Huang, I did not allow you to interview me. We were just asking and talking privately. If you make it public, first of all, there will be no authenticity. Secondly, Cheng Che and I don't care about other people's opinions. But if the questions you asked today were really made public, I think you would be the one to be despised."

Seeing that Huang Yirou seemed to be recording, Wen Song immediately said, "Of course you can record it and post it on the Internet in your country. But if you publish it truthfully, I think you also know that you will be embarrassed. If you edit it and publish it, the lightest price you will pay is to lose your job and pay a huge amount of compensation. If the impact is bad, of course you will be held criminally responsible. Reporter Huang, you are not the only one who can record."

"I have no ill intentions." Huang Yirou knew she was in the wrong and deleted the recording immediately. "I just wanted to ask you a few questions to get closer to Cheng Che."

"Of course you did." Wen Song said coldly, "When Evan talked to you, he introduced me to you. He called me Dr. Iseylia. I also told him my name, but you deliberately called me Mrs. Cheng. Your purpose is obvious. Of course, I don't know if you are doing this because Cheng Che has ill intentions towards me. Or because of... Lu Mingqian."

"I don't know how you can become a reporter for the official sports channel with your professional ability. There must be many stories that I don't know. Cherish the opportunity now, otherwise, it will be easy to lose it."

After Wen Song finished speaking, he smiled at her, which made Huang Yirou shudder.

She lowered her head and said, "Ms. Wen, it's all a misunderstanding, don't mind it." Then she left angrily.

Wen Song no longer bothered with her. She was indeed a fool, but there was no need to kill her.

After a while, Cheng Che finished his training and returned to the rest area to hug her. He sighed, "Alas, when I was training indoors, I could always do the 1980 backwards slide successfully, but every time I got to the snow track, I couldn't do it..."

"It's okay." Wen Song hugged him and said, "Currently, the only people in the world who can do 1980 are you and Evan, and no one has ever done 1980 backwards. So it doesn't matter if you can't finish it, it won't affect your chance of getting the gold medal. Even if you don't get the gold medal, it's okay, give others a chance."

After hearing what she said, Cheng Che felt better. He hugged Wen Song and said, "Okay, but I want to set a world record before I retire. Slopestyle is not like running or swimming, where you can't set an objective time record. You can only break through it by increasing the difficulty."

Wen Song leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder, raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were encouraging and distressed, "I believe you can do it. But don't be too persistent, pay attention to safety, I'm afraid you will get hurt."

"Don't worry." Cheng Che smiled gently, lowered his head and gently touched Wen Song's lips, "I will definitely protect myself. Even for my wife and Cece, I can't get hurt."

Seeing that he looked a little haggard, Wen Song could not help but persuade Cheng Che: "I am on vacation too. I will stay with you in Hintertux. There are several good hot spring hotels nearby. Pets are allowed. Let's take Cece with us and treat it as a vacation."

"But I can't cook for you if I live here, and there's no good Chinese takeout nearby." Cheng Che shook his head, "Let's go home. It's not far away, and I don't have to drive myself."

"I'm glad you're not tired." Wen Song glanced at the time. It was already past seven in the evening. "Is today's training over? Call Shu Ning to come with us and go home."

"Okay." Cheng Che nodded and said, "Wife, Zilang said he wants to go too, is that ok?"

"Sure." Wen Song agreed immediately, "Let Aunt Liu make more dinner and we can eat together."

"Thank you, honey." Cheng Che kissed her face happily, "Then I'll go call them."

On the way home, Wen Song felt a little sleepy and leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder. It was dusk, and the setting sun shone on the green-covered Alps, and the mountain lakes reflected pink and golden light. Wen Song couldn't help but think of the same scenery she had seen when she and Cheng Che went skiing for the first time and returned to Munich from Salzburg.

However, the vibration of the phone broke the silence. Cheng Che picked up the phone, frowned after a while, and said to the other end of the phone: "Sister Liu, there must be some misunderstanding. You know Song Song, she is not the kind of person who would cause trouble for no reason. Yes, you are right, I will ask her about reporter Huang. Why don't you let her go back to China? The documentary does not require reporters to be present."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song had already guessed in his heart that it was most likely that Huang Yirou who went to the team leader to complain first.

Sure enough, after Cheng Che hung up the phone, he asked Wen Song softly, "Wife, did reporter Huang say something to you today that made you unhappy? Don't be angry, honey."

"That reporter is really..." Wen Song shook his head when he mentioned her, "He's a fool."

Cheng Che laughed dumbly after hearing her words, touched Wen Song's head and said, "It seems that she really made her wife very angry, and she even spoke in Hangzhou dialect."

"What does naoxi da lao mean?" Wang Shuning and Song Zilang are both from the north and cannot understand the Hangzhou dialect, so they are a little confused.

"I just remember this sentence has another sentence, 62 and daozao..." Wen Song muttered, "It means she is mentally ill. She has a problem with her brain."

After hearing this, Cheng Che rubbed her head helplessly, "Baby, can you remember something good?"

"How can you blame me..." Wen Song immediately retorted, "It's Xuanyan and Zhang Yue who say these three sentences every day, and my grandma, that's all I remember."

"What do six two and upside down mean?" Wang Shuning and Song Zilang found it interesting and asked again.

Cheng Che sighed and said to them, "You don't need to know. It's not a good idea."

Wen Song also sighed, and then told them what happened today, and said speechlessly: "She is definitely trying to disgust me on purpose. Over the years, I have been in conferences and seminars and debates with people. When the arguments were the most intense, we were almost in a fight, and they would first call me Prof. Wen or Dr. Wen, and then attack me. No matter how fierce the arguments were, no one would call me Mrs. Cheng."

After hearing her description, Cheng Che knew that she must have been disgusted today, so he quickly patted her back and said, "My wife is right, her question was intentional. I will tell Team Leader Liu that she is affecting our training and ask her to return home."

Song Zilang expressed his confusion and said, "But I remember that reporter Huang asked a question before, and it was quite professional. Why would he ask such a question?"

"She did it on purpose." Wang Shuning also said immediately, "She is just a spoiled wife. When she liked Lu Mingqian before, she retweeted Lu Mingqian's microblog when he won the silver medal, saying, 'I really want to be Mrs. Lu.' Then when Lu Mingqian got married, she also said, 'I envy Mrs. Lu so much.' She is crazy. Didn't they forget to inform her when New China was liberated?"

"Besides, Senior Brother, she also wants to take advantage of your popularity." Wang Shuning said unhappily, "Isn't her current husband a director at the Central Radio and Television Station, named Zhao Zhian? She relied on her husband to get to her current position. I've never seen her watch any skiing competitions before, but after the Winter Olympics, Senior Brother, she kept shouting, 'I'm a fan of Cheng Che, I've been optimistic about him for a long time.'"

After saying this, Wen Song couldn't help but roll his eyes and said to Cheng Che: "I think you should really let her go back to China."

"That's right!" Wang Shuning said, "She doesn't even know what cork means. How can such a person be a reporter for a skiing competition? She is just causing trouble."

Cheng Che nodded, called Liu Yiling to explain the situation, and emphasized again: "Sister Liu, reporter Huang's behavior has seriously affected our training and will also have a great negative impact on our ski team. I hope you can help us negotiate with the headquarters and let her leave."

After hearing what Cheng Che said, Liu Yiling also felt that Huang Yirou was really outrageous, and said to Cheng Che: "Okay, don't worry, I will complain to the headquarters and let her go as soon as possible, and she will not affect your training anymore."

Before going to bed at night, Wen Song saw that Cheng Che had many more bruises on his back and thighs. He took out ointment from the drawer, applied it on the bruises, and massaged him slowly.

"I'll do it myself." Cheng Che held her hand, "Baby, you're tired today, go to bed early."

"You can't touch your back, let me do it." Wen Song continued to help him apply the ointment, and saw the large bruise above the coccyx, feeling distressed.

"How many times have I told you to be careful? If you can't do a 1980 backward slide, don't do it. I will be sad if you do this."

As she spoke, she kissed the bruise and hugged Cheng Che.

"Song Song." Cheng Che also hugged her and asked cautiously, "You are not angry with me, are you? It was just that reporter Huang called you Mrs. Cheng today, but I didn't ask her to say that. Don't be angry."

"Of course I'm not angry with you." Wen Song smiled, hugged his neck, leaned forward and kissed him, "I know she screamed like that because she wanted to disgust me, it has nothing to do with you. Ah Che, never apologize for other people's mistakes, and don't blame yourself, okay?"

"Okay." Cheng Che hugged her tightly and said firmly, "I promised you that after you marry me, you will be just yourself, just Prof. Iseylia, Dr. Iseylia, and will never be considered as my appendage."

"I know." Wen Song smiled, hugged him and kissed him, "But it doesn't matter, it's just a name. What kind of person I am will not change because of other people's opinions. Just like my Chinese students call you Master, but it can't change the fact that you are a Grand Slam athlete."

After hearing what she said, Cheng Che hugged her and kissed her deeply. He reached out to take off her nightgown and kissed along her neck all the way to her chest...

"Um...Ache..." Wen Song couldn't help but gasp and pushed him away a little, "There are guests at home."

"It's okay, I can't hear it." Cheng Che smiled and continued to caress her, "Don't worry, the house is well soundproofed, you can't hear it even at the door of the room. I took this into consideration when I was renovating it..."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song's cheeks flushed, and he stroked his chest muscles and said, "You really... have considered everything..."