The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing finished counting and taking photos of the items in the suitcase, uploaded the photos to the second-hand platform, and marked the selling prices one by one according to her aunt's instructions. After finishing all this, she felt hungry and took a few bites of the wontons that Jing Long had left.

Zhou Wen couldn't bear to watch this, so she reminded him, "At least heat it up before eating. It's autumn now, and it's not good to eat it cold."

"It's not cold. The weather is not that cold." Wen Qing finished her meal in a few bites, drank some hot water, turned back to the inner room, took out her computer and started processing data.

Jing Long followed his mother to read picture books, and soon he felt sleepy, so the nurse took him to the lounge to sleep. After Jing Long left, Zhou Wen couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep soon.

After Wen Qing finished processing the data, she rubbed her sore neck and walked out of the inner room. She saw that the ward was quiet. There was only a dim night light on, casting a circle of furry light in the darkness.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard her cell phone ring softly. It was the sound of an incoming WeChat message.

She hurried back to the inner room, took out her cell phone, and tiptoed out of the ward.

The person who sent the message was Zhu Yu, asking if she could answer the phone. Wen Qing closed the door of the ward tightly, walked to the end of the corridor, and then called Zhu Yu.

"You're finally free to answer the phone!" Zhu Yu on the other end of the phone exclaimed.

"Is there a problem with the data?" Wen Qing asked. The project has been accelerated these days, and Xiao Zhao, who was sent by Depth of Field Technology, has gone back. Zhu Yu is now in charge of the data group's work.

"No problem. With your ability, you can handle another set of data." Zhu Yu has always been generous with his praise for Wen Qing.

"That's good." Wen Qing felt relieved and a wave of guilt surged up in her heart. "Thank you for your hard work these days, Senior Sister. When I'm done with this, I'll make up for the work I owe you."

"It's just a small favor, don't worry about it." Zhu Yu suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Are you related to Mr. Song?"

Wen Qing was surprised: "How could he and I be related?"

"Mr. Song suddenly came to the Electronics Building just now and talked to Professor Gu for a while. It seems that the two of them... were not happy."

"Because of the project?"

"It shouldn't be. It seems to be a private matter." Zhu Yu recalled the scene at that time and said, "I heard him say that the Song family's affairs don't need outsiders to interfere. Professor Gu refuted something, and he said... that you are also a member of the Song family."

Haha... Wen Qing sneered in her heart. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Zhu Yu say again: "He also asked Professor Gu to stay away from you."

"You're sick." Wen Qing blurted out, and immediately realized that she had lost her composure, but the words had already been spoken, and she didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

"...What's your relationship with Mr. Song?" Zhu Yu asked doubtfully, "He seems to care about you a lot."

"It doesn't matter at all." Wen Qing said calmly, "I don't know what he cares about."

"Oh..." Zhu Yu was confused, but she didn't intend to delve into it. After all, Song Jingshen was a person from another world in her eyes, and he was far less important than the current matter. "You said you wanted to rent a house the other day. Have you decided on it?"

"It's settled. It's not far from the school. It's the old staff dormitory of F University."

"You are really efficient." Zhu Yu sincerely admired, "It is convenient to live there, but there is no elevator in that community. Your aunt is in poor health, can she stand climbing the stairs?"

"It's okay. I rent the second floor." Wen Qing sighed. This was the most suitable house she could find. After taking the price, environment, floor and area into consideration, she could only accept this old and small house.

"Senior Sister, are you free tomorrow? I want to borrow your car to move." Wen Qing asked.

"When I'm free, I'll take Jiang Xueming with me tomorrow." Zhu Yu agreed immediately.

"Thank you! Senior Sister..." Wen Qing was so grateful that she didn't know what to say.

"Why are you being so polite? When we go to Zhao Jin's house for dinner, just show us your cooking skills and let us enjoy a feast." Zhu Yu said with a smile, "We also helped Zhao Jin move. His house is pretty good. I didn't realize that he is such a man who knows how to live well."

"Okay. I'll go there early and prepare a delicious meal to treat you." Wen Qing agreed with a smile without thinking too much.

"Hehe, then Zhao Jin will be so happy! He buys the house and you cook, then you can live a happy life, right?" Zhu Yu joked.

"Senior Sister!" Wen Qing couldn't help but whispered, "I'm really not in the mood now..."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Go to bed early and we'll see you tomorrow." After saying that, Zhu Yu chuckled and hung up the phone.

Wen Qing sighed while holding the phone, turned around and walked towards the ward. After a few steps, the phone began to buzz in her palm. She thought it was Zhu Yu calling to confirm the moving time, so she picked up the call without even looking at it: "Senior Sister, tomorrow morning, it will be according to your schedule..."

"What are you going to do tomorrow morning?" A deep male voice came from the phone.

Wen Qing fell silent immediately, her body standing still, as if time had stopped in an instant.

"Raise your head and look to the right." The voice became deeper and deeper.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned her head abruptly and found a person standing at the door of the stairwell extending from the corridor.

It’s Song Jingshen!

Wen Qing felt her breathing pause for a moment, and as she watched the man getting closer, her heart began to beat wildly again.

"……How did you come?"

"Why, I can't come, or are you expecting someone else to come?" Song Jingshen walked up to her and looked at her with bloodshot eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Qing turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.

"You left too fast this morning and didn't finish listening to the power of attorney agreement. I think I need to inform you of the unfinished matters." The man's voice was low, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

"Go ahead." Wen Qing's voice was as light as water, revealing a sense of letting it go.

Song Jingshen gritted his teeth and said, “Since you don’t want the Song family’s money, you are not allowed to accept the Gu family’s property.”

"Sure. Not only the Gu family, but also the Qi family, the Yin family, and anyone related to the Song family, we will not get involved."

Wen Qing found it funny, as she thought it was something important - she had never intended to accept help from anyone, as she knew very well that there was no free lunch in the world, and that accepting help from others would mean being at their mercy.

"Is there anything else?" Wen Qing raised her head and asked softly, "Nothing, I'm going back."

After saying that, she walked away. She felt very uncomfortable and inappropriate to be alone with this man at this moment.

"Wen Qing." The man suddenly spoke, his tone full of frustration, "You really don't have any feelings for me?"

Wen Qing suddenly remembered the unexpected kiss the night before the funeral, and the absurdity after the funeral, and her breathing became rapid.

"Are you willing to break up completely?" Song Jingshen's question was like a thread, floating out of his mouth and lingering on Wen Qing's heart.

Wen Qing took a deep breath and shook her head, clearing away the hallucinations in her mind.

"It's not a matter of breaking up completely. We had no relationship in the first place." She heard herself say this, and it was as if her heart suddenly split open. A cold wind whistled in, chilling her to the bone.

She closed her eyes and said word by word, "You have your Gu Jia, and I will have my beloved... Let's stop here."

"Who is your beloved? Zhao Jin, Qi Fan, or Gu Huaiyuan?"

Wen Qing looked at him in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly: "What did you say?"

"Has your lover ever treated you like this?" Song Jingshen suddenly grabbed her jaw and pushed her into the corner.

"You're crazy! This is a hospital..." Her words were completely blocked, and her lips were tightly wrapped and crushed by a ball of heat.

"No..." She suddenly remembered that night downstairs in the dormitory. The physical fear instantly overwhelmed her calmness and self-control. She twisted her body and struggled, tears falling uncontrollably...