Marked by My Scummy Ex-Wife’s Boss (GL) - Chapter 47.2
By the time Zhu Sui was done with her own routine, Song Zhen had fallen asleep, utterly exhausted. It felt unfair—after a long night of support and emotional expression, she didn’t even get any “sweet reward.”
She felt cheated. Hugely cheated.
Climbing into bed, she looked at Song Zhen’s peacefully sleeping face. She couldn’t resist reaching out and kneading her cheeks—twice, just to get it out of her system.
She hadn’t meant to use that much force, but the girl stirred and slowly opened her eyes, blinking sleepily at her. Her eyes were still glossy from sleep.
Zhu Sui panicked a little, trying to come up with an excuse.
But Song Zhen rubbed her eyes and mumbled softly, “Zhu Sui?”
“Mm, it’s me, I…”
Before she could finish, Song Zhen rolled over and snuggled into her arms, settling in without a word.
Zhu Sui froze.
Song Zhen rested her forehead against Zhu Sui’s collarbone and whispered, “Sleep.”
Whatever lingering sense of grievance Zhu Sui had instantly melted away, replaced by a quiet, unspeakable joy. Compared to any conscious affection, it was this half-asleep, instinctive act that made her heart swell.
“Yeah, sleep,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around her.
And drifted off peacefully.
On the third day of the Dragon Boat Festival—also the main festival day—they took Song’s father out for another day of fun. That night, they had plans to watch a movie together, and Song’s father, who had come along, joined in.
When they got home, before either of them could say anything, Song’s father mentioned the new semester was starting and he had already booked his ticket.
Zhu Sui wanted to persuade him to stay a few more days. Song Zhen paused but only nodded, cutting in, “Then we’ll take you to the airport.”
He left at dawn the next day. As he was leaving, he gave Zhu Sui a firm pat on the shoulder.
“You’re a good one, Suisui. The two of you should take care of each other.”
Then he turned to Song Zhen, as if he wanted to say more—but all he said was:
“You take care of yourself too. If anything happens, call me. Don’t keep everything from me anymore.”
Coincidentally, Song Zhen also had something to say to him. She echoed his words, “You need to tell me about your health too. No more hiding it from me.”
Father and daughter stared at each other in silence for a moment. The scene, oddly touching and awkward, nearly made Zhu Sui laugh—but she held it in.
After seeing him off, they returned to the research institute and resumed work.
Around the same time, news spread that Cheng Lang had fallen ill and taken leave.
Her leave request ended up on Zhu Sui’s desk. Song Zhen saw it but said nothing, simply mentioning that she had work to do.
For the next week, there were commendations, reports, meetings. Song Zhen’s achievements were praised over and over by the institute. The fanfare lasted an entire week.
And during that week, Cheng Lang, team leader of Group 1, was entirely absent.
Zhu Sui never asked about her. Song Zhen was in Group 2, and she certainly wouldn’t.
The week after, things finally calmed down. The experiments they had postponed were resumed.
Song Zhen became busy again.
The weather got hotter day by day.
The central air conditioning in the Pheromone Division was finally switched on.
Turns out, the compound ratios in Tong Xianglu’s patents were actually useful for developing the harmonizer. Song Zhen, invigorated, returned to her workaholic ways. After her father left, Zhu Sui suggested she just move into the master bedroom.
The first week, it felt a little awkward.
By the second week, it was completely natural.
Not because of any shift in feelings—just because the days were so exhausting. They worked till they dropped. No one had the energy to fuss over who was sleeping where.
At one point, after another late-night shower, Zhu Sui looked at the peacefully sleeping Song Zhen sprawled on the bed and muttered from the heart, “Truly… just a decorative throw pillow.”
That afternoon, Song Zhen had been working for days without rest.
Outside, the summer heat pulsed. Even the cicadas had begun to cry.
The harmonizer experiment was complete. All they could do now was wait for the results. Song Zhen had meant to rest for just a moment—but ended up falling asleep in the lab.
In her dream, she heard the soft chime of a wind bell—Zhu Sui’s gift, a transparent jellyfish wind chime.
Someone shook her lightly. “Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen, wake up. When did you put that in?”
Song Zhen’s first instinct, as a researcher, was to check the time. One glance at the clock reassured her. “Not too late. The experiment’s still valid. Results should be out in two minutes.”
She was still woozy. Zuo Tian looked at her, concerned. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard? You’ve been working nonstop for days. Take a break!”
Song Zhen replied, “You know… I think this time might be it. I’ve got a feeling.”
She said that, but none of the new methods had worked even once so far.
Zuo Tian didn’t dampen her spirits. Instead, she pointed to the door and rolled up her sleeves. “I’ll watch this. You go splash your face—wake up a little.”
Song Zhen nodded and drifted off like a ghost.
But just as the cold water hit her face, a loud shriek rang out from the lab.
Startled, she bolted back without even drying her face.
Zhu Sui had heard it too and was running over from the office.
“Tiantian? What happened? Was something spilled or—”
Before she could finish the question, they entered the lab and found Zuo Tian crying into her hands.
They froze.
When Zuo Tian saw Song Zhen, she cried even harder, grabbing her and shrieking through her sobs, “Ahhh! It worked! It really worked, Zhenzhen!”
For a moment, Song Zhen’s mind went blank.
Zuo Tian kept repeating wildly, “The harmonizer worked! It worked!! Ahhhhhh!!!”
“It—worked?”
“Yes! See for yourself if you don’t believe me!”
Song Zhen rushed over. The experiment data was crystal clear, captured in full by the cameras. The results were there—undeniable.
Zuo Tian hadn’t lied.
“It worked?” she said again, slowly realizing it. Then joy erupted across her face. “It worked!”
“Yes! Zhenzhen, you’re amazing!!”
“It worked. Our harmonizer finally worked!!”
For a moment, nothing else mattered. Song Zhen screamed with excitement, hugging Zuo Tian. They jumped up and down, crying and laughing at once.
Three years of rough, uncertain roads.
And finally—they had arrived.