Wang Wei led Jiang Rou toward the roast duck restaurant, thinking to himself that this woman still liked to treat him like a sucker, just like always!

At the roast duck restaurant, the two ordered a roast duck and also had a duck bone soup made.

Jiang Rou ate with her mouth full of oil.

Even though he usually wouldn't eat it himself, Wang Wei still loved to lick her and fulfill all her requests.

After eating for a while, Wang Wei said, "My parents have returned from the cowshed and have been reinstated. Aren't you happy for me? Let's have a drink."

Jiang Rou twitched the corners of her mouth; she didn't want to bring up the topic of the cowshed again.

However, if he were reinstated to his original position, his father would still be a cadre, and his family's status in her mind would immediately rise.

"Okay, I don't drink, just have a little." She agreed.

Wang Wei invited him to dinner, so he must still be thinking about her.

She is ready to get back together with him.

After all, who wouldn't want to marry the son of a high-ranking official?

Wang Wei ordered three ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and the two began drinking.

After a long night of running around, when it was time to go home, I found that it had started snowing again outside.

"Don't go home, go to the guesthouse instead. I've had a bit too much to drink and can't take you there," Wang Wei suggested.

Jiang Rou hesitated: "Can I get into the guesthouse without a letter of introduction?"

"How about this..." Wang Wei whispered an idea in her ear, making her blush.

When they arrived at the guesthouse, Jiang Rou waited at the entrance until Wang Wei had booked the room and told her the room number. Then she went upstairs first.

When the cashier wasn't looking, Jiang Rou slipped into the guesthouse.

When they reached the door, Wang Wei opened it and pulled her inside.

Jiang Rou had drunk a little and was a bit dizzy. When she saw that there was only one bed, she exclaimed, "There's only one bed!"

Wang Wei casually said, "This is the only room we have, so just make do. You can sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the table."

“How can that be?” Jiang Rou blurted out.

There was only one quilt; if he lay on the table, he would definitely catch a cold.

Wang Wei scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Then how about we squeeze in? Don't worry, I definitely won't touch you."

The two lay in bed, chatting under a blanket.

Jiang Rou kept probing and finally found out that Wang Wei would soon be working in a government office as well.

With his father's support, he would become a bureau-level cadre in just a few years, and the benefits would be amazing.

Just as Jiang Rou was thinking about how to win him over, Wang Wei reached out his hand.

"Rou Rou, I've been thinking about you for the past few years. I never expected to meet you today. Will you be my girlfriend?"

He had confessed his feelings several times, but had been rejected each time. This time, he was confident that he wouldn't be rejected again.

As expected, Jiang Rou did not refuse to hold hands and even softly hummed in agreement.

Encouraged by the response, Wang Wei kissed her neck.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and the two began to make love.

The next day, Jiang Rou went to work satisfied.

......

Jiang Ning opened her eyes and found that it was already daylight outside. Lin Chen had gone out sometime earlier and returned with meat buns.

She stretched her slightly sore back and gave him a reproachful look.

"Always without restraint."

Lin Chen scoffed: "What's the point of restraint when it comes to spoiling your wife!"

He quickly poured her some warm water to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then she ate the steamed bun while it was still hot.

Jiang Ning obediently lifted the blanket, but when she got out of bed, her legs went weak and she almost fell, but he caught her.

"How about you sleep a little longer?"

"No, we promised them we'd buy cotton, so we have to at least do our best."

Jiang Ning stubbornly began to put on her clothes.

After the meal, Jiang Ning led Lin Chen to the textile factory.

When Jiang Ning entered the factory, the gatekeeper greeted her warmly.

Song Jia was quite surprised to see them, thinking they were there to pick up an order.

Jiang Ning said somewhat shyly, "I have something to ask you today. This cold wave is quite severe, and our village is short of clothes and blankets. I wanted to ask if your factory has any surplus cotton to sell to others."

Upon hearing this, Song Jia's expression turned serious. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You all sit down first. I'm going to find my boyfriend."

What's going on?

Jiang Ning was a little confused.

Last time she went to the deputy factory manager's office to get a clothing order, and she got everything sorted out afterward. This time she said she was going to see her boyfriend...

Could her boyfriend be the deputy factory director?

Oh my god, Jiang Ning looked at Lin Chen with a worried expression and said anxiously:

"Song Jia said her boyfriend is an old man, could he be the deputy factory director? Let's go, we can't push Song Jia into a fire pit!"

Just as the two were wondering how to bring it up, Song Jia returned with a smile.

"My boyfriend agreed and said he would handle this. Just wait for the good news! Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, my boyfriend is Deputy Factory Director He. He also said he would like to treat you to lunch."

Seeing the genuine smile on her face, Jiang Ning asked timidly:

"Are you sure it's okay? Don't jeopardize your own happiness because of us."

Song Jia laughed and scolded, "What are you saying! Let's meet at the state-run restaurant at noon then."

Jiang Ning was still uneasy after leaving the textile factory.

To become a factory director, one must be at least thirty or forty years old. Song Jia is about the same age as her, so how could she marry a man twenty years older than her?

Seeing her worried expression, Lin Chen could only comfort her:

"Everyone has their own choices, as long as the man knows how to cherish her. Besides, Song Jia doesn't seem like the type to compromise."

With two hours to go before noon, the two decided to visit the department store.

It was a shopping mall in the county seat, much larger than the supply and marketing cooperative in the township, and it had a wider variety of goods.

There were even shops selling ready-made clothes. A blue polyester sweatshirt with red fabric cost 21.2 yuan and required 7.5 feet of fabric ration coupons. A white polyester shirt cost 15.4 yuan, which didn't require coupons. It was just expensive.

Not far away, a person was standing by the counter, pushing and shoving with the salesperson. It turned out that the salesperson said that the second-grade Shantou film cost 1.12 yuan was no longer chargeable, but the customer insisted on paying.

The sales clerk said, "It's not nice of you to push like that. Take your money back." The man then took the camera and film and left.

After the man left, Jiang Ning went closer.

"Comrade, I want to buy a camera and film."

The sales clerk, fiddling with her nails, glanced at her and said, "No."

"How could there not be any? Didn't someone just buy some?" Jiang Ning asked in surprise.

The sales clerk's voice remained indifferent: "That's the last one."

Jiang Ning sneered: "It's not the last one, is it? You seemed to have said that you reserved it especially for him, and that the film was free."

The sales clerk's expression changed drastically: "Comrade, don't talk nonsense."

"If you sell me a camera, I'll pretend I didn't see anything!"

Jiang Ning chuckled softly.

Cameras are in high demand, and many people want to buy them, so it's necessary to pull strings and use connections to get them.

Helpless, the sales clerk retrieved a Seagull folding 120 camera from behind the counter for her, priced at 132 yuan.

There was also Shantou film, priced at 1.12 yuan, and Jiang Ning ordered ten rolls at once.