Mr. Jiang's Hidden Affection

(Marriage first, then love; mutual secret crush comes true; four-year age difference; a daily-life sweet romance with no angst)

Gentle and radiant history graduate student vs. Cool, charming, and de...

Chapter 3 I Want to Marry You

"You don't have to take responsibility if you didn't do anything?"

"What else? Brother Yi Yu, do you have to make your co-stars take responsibility for you every time you film a movie?"

As soon as she said this, Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, then he withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "You said it was just acting, but our current situation is reality. Whispering, do you have a boyfriend?"

Song Shengsheng shook his head.

"Do you have someone you like?" Jiang Yiyu noticed her hesitation and then asked tentatively, "Do I know someone?"

Song Shengsheng didn't answer.

Jiang Yiyu said "oh" and continued, "Then let me guess who you like. If I know him, your brother should know him too. He must be our mutual friend. He has also met you. The circle seems to have narrowed down suddenly. Who could it be?"

He pretended to smile nonchalantly and said, "It can't be... me, right?"

Song Shengsheng's heart tightened again, and she quickly interrupted his guess: "Why don't you just tell me directly, how do you want me to be responsible for you?"

Her question hit the mark on Jiang Yiyu's heart. He thought about it distressedly, then slowly said, "I want to get married, and I think you're a good match. How about we try getting married together?"

Song Shengsheng frowned. She looked at Jiang Yiyu seriously for a long time and couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.

"Brother Yi Yu, are you proposing to me?"

"Just barely. After all, I want to marry you, and I'm serious about it."

"But you don't like me, and there is no love between us."

"Relationships can be cultivated slowly. It's just that falling in love in the usual way is too slow. I prefer to do it all at once and have a legally protected relationship. Besides, getting married first and then falling in love is also a model of love. Song Shengsheng, if you can, please give me a chance."

After Jiang Yiyu finished speaking, he pretended to be calm and looked away from her.

He was not afraid of Song Shengsheng knowing that he liked her, but he was afraid that if he told her, she would not believe him.

After a long while, Song Shengsheng lowered his eyes and whispered, "Marriage is not a trivial matter. I need to discuss it with my family."

"Of course. I'll go home with you later and we can talk to them together."

"Ah? Is it that urgent?"

Jiang Yiyu leaned lazily against the headboard, leaning sideways. "Well, it's quite urgent. Today is Saturday, and I have to join the crew next Friday. It will be at least three months before I can come back. I don't want to wait another three months."

Song Shengsheng pursed her lips and asked hesitantly, "Um...Brother Yiyu, you are so anxious to marry me, is there something you can't tell me?"

Jiang Yiyu sneered, "What are you thinking? I'm just afraid you'll run away. Besides, if I really have a secret and want to cheat on you, I can't come to you. If I cheat on you, won't Song Ming fight me to the death? So, Xiaoshengsheng, have you thought it over? Do you want to try to have a relationship with me that won't end in a breakup? I'm serious."

Song Shengsheng didn't know how to answer him, but selfishly, she wanted to agree, because she had been secretly in love with Jiang Yiyu for twelve years. From her youthful ignorance to now, liking him had become a habit. She wanted to give an explanation for this long secret love, even if Jiang Yiyu was just acting on a whim.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally nodded affirmatively.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Yiyu was completely relieved. He pretended to smile casually and asked in a normal tone, "Are you hungry? I'll order a meal and treat my fiancée to our first meal together."

"fiancée?"

Jiang Yiyu suddenly stood up and approached, looking into her eyes with a smile. He could see the panic in her eyes from such close range, "Isn't it? Xiaoshengsheng, you just agreed to my proposal. When we get the marriage certificate next Monday, you'll be Mrs. Jiang. What's wrong with me calling you my fiancée now?"

Song Shengsheng stepped back, but Jiang Yiyu grabbed her wrist. He smiled and said, "You can't escape. If you step back any further, you'll fall."

After saying that, he looked at her flushed face with a bit of teasing, his eyes followed her nose bridge and stopped at her lips, carefully tracing them for a moment, but he was distracted first.

After a long while, Jiang Yiyu finally restrained himself and let go of Song Shengsheng's hand reluctantly: "I'll go get my phone." He got up from the bed in a panic and left the bedroom.

After he left, Song Shengsheng hurriedly covered her hot cheeks with her hands. She buried her face in the quilt, her heart beating fast, as if a truckload of deer were running rampant in her heart.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with Jiang Yiyu's ruffian-like and extremely seductive face, and even the tip of my nose seemed to be lingering with the faint smell of his tobacco.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt like Jiang Yiyu wanted to kiss her just now...

After a while, Song Shengsheng heard the door open. She quickly sat up, tidied her hair, cleared her throat, and looked at the door with forced calmness.

She thought she had concealed her panic without leaving a trace, but the blush on her face that had not yet faded still betrayed her.

Jiang Yiyu looked at her and smiled, then deliberately asked, "Xiaosheng, what's wrong with you?"

Song Shengsheng clutched the corner of the quilt, looked down at the pajamas she was wearing, and quickly found a topic: "Um...did you help me change the clothes I'm wearing?"

Jiang Yiyu leaned against the door and sighed in pretended disappointment: "I do want to. How about my fiancée give me a chance next time?"

"Ah?" Song Shengsheng's face became redder and redder.

Jiang Yiyu sighed, walked to the bed and sat down, reaching out to touch her head: "Don't let your imagination run wild. My assistant helped you change your clothes. The clothes you wore yesterday reeked of alcohol."

"Then my clothes..."

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