For a while, the Shen family never came to visit again.
It was rare for Song Lan to live a peaceful life.
During the day, she would stay with Aunt Fu, reading books and drinking afternoon tea. At night, she would wait for He Chaozhi to come back, eat together, watch movies, and be affectionate for a while.
The two of them slept in the same bed at night.
For a moment, Song Lan almost thought that she was the mistress of this villa.
But she did not sink.
Thinking of her father, who was still on the hospital bed and who was worse than dead, Song Lan actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment. After a month, he was finally able to walk.
"Ms. Song, your muscles and bones have been strained for a hundred days. You have only been recovering for a month and then go to work. Is it really okay?"
Aunt Fu helped Song Lan to the entrance and handed her the document package.
Song Lan took it. A month of recuperation made her complexion rosy, plump and delicate, like a bright rose watered by blood.
She smiled and took Aunt Fu's hand, telling her not to give it away.
"I basically sit and work when I go to the magazine. It's okay if my legs are weak. Aunt Fu, don't worry. Thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Aunt Fu said with a hint of sadness, "Then be careful on the road and come and play often when you have time."
Song Lan nodded, waved goodbye to Aunt Fu, and drove to KEO.
Yesterday, Song Lan told Lin Xiao that she was going back to work at the magazine. Lin Xiao was on a business trip, so he sent Du Qin to greet her.
Song Lan parked the car, entered KEO, and saw Du Qin standing in front of the door looking at her watch.
"Director Du." Song Lan called out calmly. Her relationship with Du Qin had always been average.
Du Qin raised his head and saw her eyes were unusually enthusiastic.
Du Qin stepped forward with a smile on her face and took Song Lan's arm, "Song Lan, you are finally back. You don't know that everyone has missed you during the month you have been recovering from illness."
Song Lan couldn't stand Du Qin's enthusiasm. She would rather Du Qin was as mean and arrogant as before and gave her a cold face.
"...Mr. Du, just treat me as good as before."
Du Qin quickly waved his hands and sighed, "How can this be done? The president has already spoken. You have saved so many people in the newspaper. If it weren't for you, our KEO would have suffered heavy losses. The president specially asked me to treat him well."
you."
Seeing this, Song Lan no longer pressed.
Du Qin is just a loser. Shen Yingxue was expelled first and then sent to jail. The hope of returning to KEO is slim.
Of course she doesn't want to have a conflict with her potential stock, otherwise she won't be able to stay at KEO.
Song Lan walked into his office, followed closely by Du Qin.
"Song Lan, I think you did a particularly good job this time, so I have written an article about how you saved everyone and published it in our journal this month to let everyone know that we at KEO have an excellent and selfless deputy
Director!"
"!?" Song Lan looked at Du Qin with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
If Du Qin wanted to flatter himself, he would be too attentive.
"No need." Song Lan frowned and said, "I don't want this matter to spread. It's fine if our own people at the newspaper know about it."
She saves people based on various factors and is not selfless.
"It's too late. The magazine was already on sale yesterday. I guess everyone who bought the magazine has seen it by now." Du Qin said with a smile.
"..."
Song Lan was speechless for a while.
After learning from Du Qin that his life-saving deeds had been published in a journal, Song Lan had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, in the afternoon, Song Zi called.
Song Lan answered the call, and Song Zi's cold question came from the other end of the phone, "Song Lan, aren't you going to explain this mudslide to your aunt?"
The nurse in the nursing home bought KEO's journal, and Song Zi borrowed it and flipped through it.
After flipping through it, I found out that Song Lan was actually trapped in a mudslide, and it was He Chaozhi who led someone to rescue her.
Many photos were taken at the scene, including Song Lan being held in He Chaozhi's arms, with a suspended mudslide beneath his feet. The water flow was rapid and extremely dangerous.
The more Song Zi read, the angrier she became. She threw the journal on the table and yelled, "Idiot, mud can't hold up the wall." She immediately called Song Lan.
Song Zi rarely contacted him. Every time Song Lan received a call from Song Zi, she felt a little uneasy.
"Auntie, do you know everything?"
Song Lan could tell that the other party's tone was wrong.
Song Zi sneered and clutched the phone tightly with her thin knuckles.
"Song Lan, Song Lan, how many times have I told you, revenge cannot be merciful, and treating good people will only make your father unable to rest in peace until he dies. This mudslide is obviously a good opportunity, why don't you push He Chaozhi down?
, as soon as he dies, our plan will succeed!"
Song Lan remained silent, but Song Zi became more and more excited.
"The He family has lost its only heir, and there will be chaos. The white-haired man will be given away by the black-haired man. Song Lan, you are so stupid, you let go of such a good opportunity!"
Her tone was regretful, as if she wished she were there.
If it were her, she would probably be brave enough to push He Chaozhi into a mudslide.
Song Zi's sudden display of murderous intent made Song Lan feel uncomfortable.
Song Lan felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She resisted the urge to feel nauseated and whispered, "Auntie, it's not convenient for me to talk in the magazine. I'm going to the nursing home to find you now. I... have something else to talk to you about."
Song Zi was silent and said reluctantly, "Okay, you can do it."
Half an hour later, Song Lan appeared in front of Song Zi.
Song Zi closed the door of the ward tightly and locked it. She sat in front of Song's father's bed and looked at Song Lan coldly, as if she hated the iron.
"Song Lan, my aunt has worked hard to raise you up, and this is how you repay your aunt? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, my aunt will not be able to forgive you!"
Song Lan looked at Song's father, who had been lying there quietly for more than ten years, and let out a long and silent sigh.
If her father could open his eyes and hear their conversation, I don't know what he would say to her.
Will she comfort her that it doesn't matter, or will she be like her aunt and strictly demand that she kill He Chaozhi?
"Speak, your wings are so stiff that you don't even listen to your aunt's words?" Song Zi's heartbroken elder's tone brought Song Lan back to reality.
"No, aunt. The situation was critical at that time. My hostile colleague in the company took advantage of the chaos and pushed me. I got stuck in the mudslide and almost died...that's why."
Song Lan didn't say any more, because Song Zi had already opened her eyes wide.
She grabbed Song Lan's hand and asked with concern, "I only knew that you were trapped on the mountain by a mudslide, but I didn't know that you also fell into a mudslide. Are you in any serious health condition?"
Song Lan shook his head gently, and Song Zi looked relieved.
"I told you a long time ago that you can't stay in that magazine. The top priority is to get rid of He Chaozhi. If you didn't have to join the magazine, how could you have encountered such danger? You just don't listen to advice."