Chapter 50

Shuangyun looked at Cheng Lang on the screen with smiling eyes, quiet for a few seconds, then said: "Good night, I'm going to sleep."
"Good night."
Shuangyun hung up the call. Cheng Lang's heartbeat only returned to normal from this moment.
The company got a new technical director, not young, originally working at another large company. The salary here was higher, so he jumped ship.
Shuangyun originally didn't care who did this position besides Cheng Lang, but a month into work, she had a conflict with this new technical director.
The reason was also very simple. The model for the new project was missing too many parameters. Shuangyun wanted to spend some time searching for more actual measured data. Sending request emails, then communicating with the other organization, whether they could get the data in the end was uncertain, but there was still quite a bit of time before the project deadline. Shuangyun still wanted to try.
But the new technical director thought she was wasting time, being too serious. He did have decades of industry experience. Perhaps he also knew that making up some roughly similar parameters could also produce a pretty good model, so he didn't quite approve of Shuangyun's approach.
"This is doing a project, not doing research. We don't need that much accurate data. If you have spare time, you can also do other things."
Shuangyun replied: "So this is how you do things."
The technical director asked what she meant?
Shuangyun said I understand your way of doing things.
Arguing with him had no meaning for Shuangyun. She didn't even comment, just stated that she understood his way of doing things. Perhaps he also knew this in his heart.
Shuangyun also told Cheng Lang about this.
Cheng Lang said, from each of your perspectives, neither of you is wrong.
Shuangyun nodded and said I understand what you mean.
Shuangyun no longer wasted too much time on work. It was very boring, very dull, full of repetition and not digging deep. Everything was vague, roughly okay, not allowing her to get to the bottom of things, to know clearly.
The submitted paper quickly received minor revision comments. Shuangyun wrote the response and sent it to Cheng Lang.
Before submitting again, Shuangyun said she was a bit tired of doing this job.
She of course knew she was very willful, but in any case, this was how her life had been.
"It's almost Christmas anyway. After this holiday, I'll see if I still want to do this job."
On the other end of the screen, Cheng Lang nodded: "Take more time. Making decisions won't be so impulsive."
Shuangyun poked the screen again: "What about you? What have you been busy with lately? If I go traveling, do you have time to show me around?"
"The next two weeks, Wednesday afternoons from two to six I have class. Any other time I can give to you." Cheng Lang said.
Shuangyun's eyes smiled into curves.
"Then... I'll think about it."
She'd keep him hanging until the end.
About to say goodbye, Shuangyun suddenly leaned closer to the screen.
New York was almost entering winter by now. Cheng Lang wore a black turtleneck sweater. Was it because Shuangyun had never seen him wear such thick clothes before, so she felt he seemed somewhat different?
"Are you... more muscular?" Shuangyun said. "Seems like your shoulders are broader."
"I've been working out recently." Cheng Lang answered honestly.
"Not running anymore?"
Cheng Lang: "Added working out."
Shuangyun bit her lower lip and thought deeply for a few seconds.
"Cheng Lang, you're not doing this because I said I was going to New York, are you?"
"Yes, I remember you said you liked this before."
Shuangyun took a deep breath, held back her cheekbones that wanted to fly to the sky, and also learned from him to play dumb:
"Why are you doing this?"
Cheng Lang looked at her, his mouth curving with a very gentle smile: "I want to be a qualified hunting target."
"What do you mean?" Shuangyun frowned.
Cheng Lang said calmly:
"Because Shuangyun Liang doesn't send photos to the wrong person. She only sends traps."