That night, Ruan Xia waited for Song Tingshen to come home. It was almost 11 PM. She would have usually gone to sleep with Little Wang a long time ago.
Song Tingshen was quite surprised when he saw her awake. He handed her his coat and asked, âItâs so late. Why are you still up?â
Ruan Xia was like an industrious little bee; she helped him hang up his coat and poured hot water for him. Finally, she asked, âAre you hungry? Iâll go make you a late night snack.â
Song Tingshen quite enjoyed her look of being busy for him. Although he wasnât very hungry, it was cold at night now. Eating something to warm his stomach was pretty good too, so he nodded. âOkay.â
On a winter night, it would feel more comfortable to eat a bowl of piping hot noodles.
Song Tingshen drank the soup until the bowl was clean. Feeling a thin layer of sweat on his body, he comfortably sighed, âItâs great to have a wife.â
Not waiting for Ruan Xia to say something, he stood up, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and headed to the kitchen.
Ruan Xia followed him into the kitchen. They had a dishwasher, but there was only one dirty bowl right now, so Song Tingshen simply stood by the sink and washed the bowl and chopsticks.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She walked behind Song Tingshen. Copying from the plots from TV shows, she hugged him from behind and nuzzled.
Neither of them said anything. They both treasured this moment very much.
For Song Tingshen, a night like this was very lovely. A bowl of hot noodles and a silent hug was enough to dissipate his tiredness from the past few days.
âYouâve been so busy lately. Is there something wrong with the company?â Ruan Xia had to take the initiative to break the warm moment. She probingly inquired, âYouâve been leaving early and come back late every day. Although thereâs a lot that I donât know, Iâll feel better if you tell me about it. Otherwise, Iâll worry youâre having an affair.â
She only said the last sentence to ease the atmosphere. She believed in Song Tingshenâs character more than anyone else.
Song Tingshen chuckled. âIâm already overwhelmed with dealing with you. Where would I have the inclination and energy to do something difficult like stepping on two boats? Youâre overestimating me too much.â
He was surprised she would think in this direction. A womanâs logical reasoning was as unfathomable as a heavenly book, even one lifetime wouldnât be enough to decipher it.
Ruan Xia clenched her hand and playfully punched him. âWhat do you mean?!â
âAlright, Iâll tell the truth.â
Song Tingshen hadnât wanted to share this with Ruan Xia because this wasnât something that could be clearly explained in a few words. If he didnât explain it well, she would make wild guesses and worry even more. He didnât want to see that. He took a moment to plan out what to say, then he finally slowly said, âI drew up a plan a few months ago. The company is going to transform. You also know the current economic situation. Either the company rises up, or itâll fall. Every company will encounter such a moment. Song Corporation isnât an exception. Things are advancing so rapidly. If you donât move forward, youâll soon be replaced by your peers. There will naturally be an unavoidable crisis in the middle, but donât worry. I can resolve it.â
Ruan Xia didnât quite understand what he was saying, but there was one thing she was sure of. Song Corporation was in a period of crisis.
The plot really couldnât be alteredâ¦
So then, was the demise of Song Corporation unchangeable?