It was evening, in the lakeside villa area.
Wen Chengzhi sat in his study, bathed in the warm colors of the setting sun outside the window.
Knock knock knock!
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said Wen Chengzhi without turning around.
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a woman in her thirties, dressed smartly and elegantly, walked in. In her hands, she carried a bowl of fragrant yam soup.
Her name was Tang Jingwan, the wife of Professor Wen Chengzhi.
"What's the matter? You looked troubled when you came back, did something happen?" Tang Jingwan placed the coffee on the edge of the desk, then she gently touched her long hair that fell by her right ear.
"Nothing much," Wen Chengzhi shook his head, "By the way, have you done what I asked you to do?"
Tang Jingwan walked behind Wen Chengzhi, massaging his shoulders.
