Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Back at the opulent villa, Song Yun had just entered when he saw Yuan Siyi anxiously waiting on the sofa.

"Didn't I tell you to go to sleep like a good girl? You're not listening at all," he said.

With a smile, Song Yun approached Yuan Siyi, "I brought the person back for you, but I won't be able to get involved in the rest."

"Mmm! It's very late, Brother Song Yun, you should go to sleep,"

Yuan Siyi spoke with suppressed anger in her beautiful eyes.

Song Yun could tell from the situation that Zhou Hao was probably in deep trouble.

Indeed, just as Song Yun had started to climb the stairs, he heard a "slap!" from behind him.

Zhou Hao received a hefty slap.

Even then, Yuan Siyi had Huang Baoding help cover his mouth, so the noise wouldn't be too loud and disturb others' sleep.

When the next day dawned, and Song Yun came downstairs after waking up, he found Zhou Hao kneeling straight in the garden. Yuan Siyi and Huang Baoding were sitting in front of him on two chairs, ready to slap Zhou Hao the moment he showed any sign of disobedience or sleepiness.

Seeing this, Song Yun shook his head. The fact that the kid could party so hard all night meant his addiction was not insignificant; mere violence wouldn't be enough to make him quit.

Moreover, the rest of the villa's occupants were about to wake up, and seeing this scene could upset them first thing in the morning.

"Brother-in-law, save me!"

When Zhou Hao was half-conscious, he saw Song Yun approaching and, throwing his pride aside, shouted for help.

"Have you two been up all night?"

Without even acknowledging him, Song Yun said to Yuan Siyi, "It's daytime now, let me handle this. Go back to your room and catch up on sleep."

"But..."

"No buts, go!"

Song Yun feigned anger as he spoke.

Yuan Siyi could only glare at Zhou Hao bitterly before turning away.

In her eyes, Zhou Hao was spoiled by his family; as the saying goes, a tree that isn't pruned won't grow straight. Only through continuous education can one form proper values.

"Bao Ding, take this kid to the security room to get some good sleep, then send him back,"

Song Yun waved his hand and instructed.

Huang Baoding's physique was such that even if he stayed up for nights on end, he could still maintain peak condition.

He nodded and, grabbing Zhou Hao's collar as if catching a little chick, walked away.

Song Yun certainly didn't plan to let Zhou Hao off so easily. Sending him home this time was for rest; after a few days, Song Yun intended to move the young man to his own security company and let Huang Baoding, the drill sergeant, properly correct his thinking!

At this thought, Song Yun suddenly burst into laughter, humming a tune as he began to prepare breakfast.

About half an hour later, everyone in the villa gradually woke up.

They gathered around the table, peacefully enjoying their meal.

"Where's Siyi?"

Ye Qingqing looked left and right, asking curiously.
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"Perhaps she's not feeling well and is still sleeping,"

Song Yun gave a noncommittal answer before saying to Song Bu, "Dad, I'll go with you to the research institute later and get things done."

"Hmm."

Song Bu sipped his millet porridge, musing to himself that these businesses were all his son's responsibility; it was Song Yun who should play the bad guy and fire people. Why should he, an old man, carry the burden of being maligned on his behalf?

After the meal, Song Yun personally drove Song Bu to the Grey Deer Research Institute.

Song Yun took out the institute's white access card, swiped it at the security gate, and immediately all the defense systems granted him access.

"President Song graces us with his presence, why didn't you say something in advance!"

No sooner had Song Yun and his father walked in than Professor Lu came running out in haste.

Seeing the other man's bloodshot eyes and somewhat listless face, Song Yun knew he must have been sacrificing sleep for the sake of meeting project deadlines.

It could be said that it was Professor Lu's dedication that made him the only person that both Song Yun and Song Bu truly valued.

"Professor Lu, it's important to rest when you're working hard. Don't let yourself collapse before the project is completed," Song Yun said, as he patted Professor Lu on the shoulder and also discreetly passed him a pulse of True Qi.

Professor Lu's body jerked suddenly, and he couldn't help but feel a bit more spirited.

"President Song, with your no-holds-barred investment in Grey Deer Institute, I can't let your money go to waste. Besides, during my interactions with Professor Song, I've learned a lot. Just digesting all that is enough to keep me pondering for a while," Professor Lu said with a smile. "May I ask what brings you here today?"

"Well, there is a matter I need to take care of, but it's not urgent. Let's go to your office and sit for a bit."

Song Yun followed Professor Lu to his office with a cheerful smile.

As the main person in charge of the project, Professor Lu's office should—by rights—have been the best in both size and decoration.

But upon pushing the door open, Song Yun was stunned.

Piles of professional books were stacked all over the floor, and the two-meter-long desk had been moved out to save space, replaced by a tiny half-meter-square table, which was topped with a dish of cold, uneaten food.

Song Yun circled the room with his tongue clicked in wonder and noticed a folded camp bed on the balcony. Without a doubt, Professor Lu must sleep there when he stays overnight.

A respected university professor, the head of a research institute, a high-tech professional earning millions a year, living in such conditions every day???

"Professor Lu, I really don't know what to say to you," Song Yun sighed, looking around the room filled with books piled everywhere, unsure where to sit.

Song Bu, meanwhile, made himself at home by pushing two piles of books together and sitting down on them with ease.

"This... I didn't know you were coming today, so I didn't tidy up. Please forgive me..." Professor Lu said, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed that he had nowhere to offer the big boss to sit.

"Sigh, I'll say it again, when dedicating yourself to scientific research, you must take care of your health! You are the soul of this project. If you fall, who will take over?!" Song Yun said, feigning annoyance. "My initial investment would be completely wasted if that happened. Professor Lu, I order you to take a week off to rest at home.

Furthermore, working hours at the institute must not exceed ten hours per day. Clock out and go home after that! Got it?"

"But the research is at a critical juncture, I..."

On hearing he was being given time off, Professor Lu panicked and began to protest.

"Are you saying the project will come to a halt without you for one week?"

Song Yun gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Let me tell you, I already have a complete drug formula, one without any side effects. So without you, the notorious 'Butcher Lu', I doubt I'll have to eat pork with the hair still on it!"

"What? You mean, a complete drug formula with no side effects???"

Professor Lu jumped up on the spot, rushed to Song Yun, and exclaimed, "Let me see it! Quick, show me! Quick!!!"