Half a month later.
That day.
Monday morning.
A little after seven, Dong Xuebin crawled out of the north room of the Courtyard House and treated himself to a lavish breakfast, which he polished off alone. By his reckoning, he had been ordered by the leadership to stay home and reflect for nearly a month. It had been unbearably boring. Aside from what had happened with Fang Wenping that one time, Dong Xuebin had spent the rest of the month idling at home, bored out of his mind. Fortunately, the leadership had called him last night to notify him that he was officially returning to work today. Otherwise, he might have grown moldy staying at home.
Changed clothes.
Polished his shoes.
Fixed his hair.
Dong Xuebin fussed in front of the mirror for quite a while, tidying himself up neatly before nodding in satisfaction and checking the time.
It was eight o'clock.
Time to go to work.
Oh, right. He had nearly forgotten something.
Dong Xuebin helplessly went to the wardrobe and pulled open the door. Bending down, he picked up a women's sweater from underneath, shook his head, and stuffed it into an opaque bag before heading out and driving toward work. The sweater belonged to Fang Wenping. That day at Dong Xuebin's home, all her clothes had been washed. By afternoon, her bra and panties had long since dried, and her long skirt was nearly dry as well. Only the sweater, with its thicker fabric, was not easy to dry through. It looked like it would take at least another night. Fang Wenping had simply dug through Dong Xuebin's wardrobe and found the only jacket of his she could wear. Though it looked rather mismatched on her, it was at least passable. After putting it on, Fang Wenping