Sir, How About A Marriage?

Song Ning felt the only way she could help Cheng Che was to make him delicious food. If Cheng Che continued to work in such a manner, she was afraid he would fall sick.

At this moment, Jiahui took a seat next to Song Ning and said with a frown, “Ningning, can you help me take a look at my analysis of this pulse reading? I showed the professor my analysis yesterday, but he was not satisfied. Can you help me have a look to see what’s wrong?”

Upon seeing Jiahui, Song Ning raised an eyebrow; an idea formed in her mind. What was important to Cheng Che: the food or the person delivering the food?

“Song Ning?” Jiahui waved her hand in front of Song Ning when she saw Song Ning lost in her thoughts.

When Song Ning regained her senses, she pushed Jiahui’s hand aside. She did not look at Jiahui’s pulse analysis, but she asked seriously, “Did you stay up late last night?”

Jiahui instinctively looked around for a mirror. “Why? Do I have dark circles? Are they very obvious? Do they look bad?”

Song Ning handed a mirror to Jiahui. After looking into the mirror, she heaved a sigh of relief. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Fortunately, I was born beautiful…”

Song Ning smiled and patted Jiahui’s hand. “Should I have a look at your tongue?’

Jiahui obediently stuck her tongue out to let Song Ning have a look.

After looking at Jiahui’s tongue and checking Jiahui’s pulse, she said, “You’ve tired yourself out recently. Take some medicinal herbs and decoct them…”

Jiahui nodded quickly in agreement.

Then, Song Ning continued to say without raising her head, “Grab more of the medicinal herbs and bring them to Cheng Che…”

“What’s wrong with Cheng Che? Has he been staying up late as well?” Jiahui asked in confusion.

Song Ning raised her head before she leaned back against the chair and sighed. “Cheng Che has been so busy recently that he doesn’t even have time to go home. He’s been sleeping in the office every day. Something big happened in the Mu Group previously so he’s busy dealing with the aftermath. Since Mu Chen is worried about me, most of the workload fell on Cheng Che’s shoulders. I heard from Mu Chen’s secretary that Cheng Che often stays up all night…”

Jiahui blinked her big eyes and said, “He should take his time. If he can’t finish the day’s work, he should just finish it the next day. Why does he have to stay up all night?”

Song Ning felt helpless as she looked at her obtuse friend. “Hey, when you can’t figure out what’s wrong with the pulse analysis, why did you stay up all night? Why didn’t you continue looking at it the next day?”

“I…” Jiahui could not refute Song Ning’s words.

At this time, Yang Yi, the two women’s senior, happened to walk past them as he was getting a glass of water. When he overheard their conversation, he asked nonchalantly, “Song Ning, what does that young man, Cheng Che, see in Jiahui?”

Upon hearing these words, another one of their seniors, Du Feng, said with a sigh. “I’ve been wondering about this as well. Could it be that he likes obtuse women like Jiahui?”

Song Ning really wanted to applaud her seniors for being such good teammates.

Jiahui said indignantly, “Hey, what do you mean? What’s wrong with me? How am I obtuse?”

Yang Yi shook his head; Du Feng shook his head as well. Then, both of them said in unison, “Not only are you obtuse, but you’re heartless as well!”

Following that, both of them slid their chairs closer and high-fived each other before they returned to their respective desks and continued working.

Song Ning could not help but laugh.

Jiahui complained to Song Ning, “Song Ning, look at them? What do they mean? How am I obtuse and heartless?”

Song Ning said with a smile, “I think our seniors are right;

Jiahui widened her eyes and said, “Song Ning, you traitor! Don’t think that just because you’re pregnant with my godchild, I don’t dare to bully you!”

Despite Jiahui’s words, Song Ning knew Jiahui only seemed fierce outwardly, but inside, she was weak. Finally, she looked at Jiahui solemnly and asked, “Cheng Che treats you so well, but you’re so indifferent. If you’re not heartless then what are you?’

Jiahui was briefly stunned by Song Ning’s words. Her face flushed red, and she hurriedly looked away as she mumbled, “What does that have to do with me? What can I do anyway?”

Song Ning pulled Jiahui’s chair over and made Jiahui face her, her back facing the two seniors. “Let me ask you, Jiahui, do you hate Cheng Che?”

Jiahui shook her head. “I definitely don’t hate him.”