Chapter 11: Raw Mulberries: Sexual ability declines with age...

After returning to Jinyuan, Sang Fu had lunch and went upstairs.

Recently, the editor asked her to proofread the previous book for publication. Sangfu was dazzled by looking at the computer. She usually only wore glasses when looking at the computer, but she had been looking at it all day long these days, and even with glasses, her eyes were swollen.

This is her fourth year of writing. The copyrights of the four novels she created during this period are spread across various fields such as publishing, comics, and radio dramas. However, the most popular one is still her first work. The film and television series was sold two years ago, but the crew has not started work yet.

Editor Qinglan sent her a business card on WeChat: "Mr. Si is the producer in charge of the film and television adaptation. Add him as a friend and he will notify you of the specific time to join the crew in advance."

In order to prevent any unauthorized changes, the film and television adaptation was also handled by Sang Fu herself. This was written into the contract. When the crew got wind of the matter this year and contacted Sang Fu, she rushed to adapt the script and sent it over.

Once the filming officially starts, she will basically have to follow the crew and participate in the filming throughout the entire process.

I added the other party's business card and they accepted it quickly.

She happened to be replying to Sheng Weiyao's message, and when she saw it, she sent a "Hello, Mr. Si" as a greeting.

The other person: "Hello."

"Just call me Siming, you're welcome."

He seems to have a very easy-going personality.

Before she could send her "OK", Siming sent another message: "I'll send you a message once the exact start time is set."

Sang Fu finally clicked send, replying to all the messages in one go.

She went on Weibo, and the post she had just sent in the car was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of book fans, and she didn't have time to read the comments.

Most of the comments ignored her momentary forgetfulness, saying, "I'll forgive you for your serious kneeling."

There were also some rather peculiar comments: "I can forgive you, but shouldn't I double the compensation? | Hehe | Like stewing some meat or something..."

This comment was incredibly popular, with the number of likes almost equal to hers. It was pushed to the front row and was about to surpass the first place.

Sang Fu surfs the Internet, and she knows most of the trending memes, but probably because of big data, this is not within her network scope.

So much so that Sanfu was a little unfamiliar and confused with this professional term: "What is stew?" |confused|

Someone replied: "That's it."

A few vague words that can only be understood but not expressed in words point to an unspoken direction.

She understood.

She replied softly, "No."

To be a law-abiding citizen.

After she replied, her eyelashes drooped unconsciously, and the three words Zhuang Mowen said in the car at noon flashed through her mind.

After he finished speaking, the whole car was silent for several seconds.

Sang Fu was also confused for a while before pretending to be calm and asked, "Can you really see it?"

Not sure if it was to comfort her, Zhuang Mowen replied ambiguously: "Maybe."

Sang Fu recalled a long time ago, maybe a few years ago, when she accidentally came across a popular post on a social platform, which discussed topics such as being like a transparent person in front of traditional Chinese medicine.

She stared at the windshield and was silent again.

After a while, she said, "Then...will they notice that we..."

What she was actually concerned about was whether Rong Qingqiu would infer from the fact that they had no sex life that the relationship between her and Zhuang Mowen was not as close as it seemed on the surface.

But before she could finish her sentence, Sangfu muttered to herself: "It's actually quite normal. It shouldn't be a big deal."

Zhuang Mowen said, "Hmm?" "What's normal?"

"No sex life," Sanfu said. "I've seen many people online say that after getting married, they might not have sex for a month...at all. Besides, men's sexual ability tends to decline with age, so it's not too surprising to have less or no sex."

She was a little uncomfortable discussing these things, but since she was talking about it, she would discuss it with a serious and scientific attitude. Besides, these were not things she made up, but were based on facts, so when Sangfu said it, she didn't think too much about it.

After she finished speaking, after a while, Sangfu's emotional intelligence slowly came online.

"Uh..." She realized something and glanced at the unusually silent Zhuang Mowen, saying, "I didn't say what you meant."

"I know." Zhuang Mowen looked at her amusedly, "Don't be nervous."

"Yeah." Sangfu breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought she was worrying too much.

People like Zhuang Mowen are knowledgeable and well-educated. Even when facing their partners, they should pursue the resonance of the two people's spiritual world. Relatively speaking, they probably don't care much about other things.

She thought so.

"You have a point," Zhuang Mowen said slowly, still using his usual gentle tone. "However, with billions of people in the world, some research conclusions aren't 100% accurate. What do you think?"

Sang Fu felt like something was amiss, but she couldn't immediately place it. Then she realized that this line of questioning was somewhat oppressive, as if she were being treated as a student.

After figuring it out, Sangfu naturally attributed the strangeness to this and nodded in agreement: "Yes, there may be exceptions."

"..." Zhuang Mowen looked at her hesitantly, turned his head, looked ahead and stopped talking.

Later they came back together, and after that topic was dropped, they continued to get along as usual, without any change.

Another week passed, and Sang Fu finished the proofreading work at hand and was called out by Sheng Weiyao for milk tea.

When she was free, Sang Fu would usually go to Jiada University to look for Sheng Weiyao. Sheng Weiyao was in her junior year and was extremely busy. She was also preparing to find an internship at a company. With all kinds of things piling up, Sang Fu sometimes couldn't find Sheng Weiyao when she was free.

There is a milk tea shop at the gate of Jiada University that is very popular among students. Sang Fu sat inside and ordered Sheng Weiyao's favorite milk tea and a cup of fruit tea for herself.

She likes to drink refreshing drinks, mostly fruit tea.

After waiting for ten minutes, Sheng Weiyao pushed the door open with a dead look on her face, sat on the high stool beside her, and shouted, "I'm so tired."

Sangfu pushed the milk tea in front of her and said, "Thank you for your hard work, baby."

"You're still the best." Sheng Weiyao cried, "I don't know who said that going to college is easy. Chinese people go through a critical period in their lives, from the first grade of elementary school to a doctorate. I'm busy enough in school, and my dad is still urging me to take the postgraduate entrance exam. Oh, I really don't want to live like this."

Sanfu comforted her and said, "It's okay, just follow your own pace."

"I also want to ignore them, but the living expenses are still in their hands. My father actually said that if I don't take the exam, the living expenses will be reduced by half. I dare not resist at all," Sheng Weiyao frowned. If it was really reduced by half, let alone food, she would not be able to pay even the rent.

"It would be great if I were like you, financially independent. That way, other people's opinions are just for reference. If you don't like them, you don't need to take them into consideration."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say." Sang Fu said helplessly.

"That's right," Sheng Weiyao looked at her and understood, "otherwise it wouldn't have turned out like this."

Sheng Weiyao's family was already strict in disciplining her, but Sang Fu's family was even stricter, especially when she was a child.

The weekend interest classes were even more full than the usual class schedules, but Jin Qiong and his wife were busy with work and were not at home all year round, so they missed a lot of Sangfu's childhood. They only made occasional phone calls to comfort Sangfu who was alone at home.

Later, when she grew up a little, the couple had more free time and spent more time at home. Sometimes they would go to Sangfu's school to pick her up.

Sheng Weiyao couldn't see Sang Fu's joy. In fact, when Sang Fu was with her, she was not too silent. She would tell some jokes and have lively expressions.

But every time Sanfu said goodbye to her and got into her parents' car, she was extremely quiet and not intimate at all.

Later, when they talked about this privately, Sangfu said she didn't know why. She said that being with her parents was like being familiar strangers under the same roof. They were connected by blood, but there was an indescribable sense of strangeness.

She said she didn't know why it changed or why it changed.

When she was a child, when she came home exhausted from her interest class, what she looked forward to most was a phone call from her parents.

Later, after graduating from college, Jin Qiong was dissatisfied with Sang Fu's career choice, and strictly forbade Sang Fu to move out and live alone, and began to find a partner for her.

Sanfu understood.

Jin Qiong got married late because of work when she was young. She was over 30 when she became pregnant with Sang Fu. Sang Cheng was young and not very careful at that time, which led to Jin Qiong accidentally falling because of the slippery floor. She gave birth to Sang Fu prematurely and she also had a heavy bleeding and was almost dead.

Perhaps it was because of the stress reaction that Jin Qiong brought up this matter so early.

Sang Fu smiled and said, "If it doesn't work out, I can support you."

She often said this, and Sang Fu did have the ability, but every time Sheng Weiyao shook her head and said, "Rather than you raising me, I'm more afraid that the emperor of my family will get angry and kill millions of people, and then it will be bad for you to be implicated."

"Senior Weiyao, you are drinking milk tea here too!"

As they were talking, a clear female voice was heard beside them. The two turned their heads and saw a very enthusiastic short-haired girl with a sweet smile.

Sheng Weiyao suddenly realized: "It's you, Junjun."

Junjun chuckled, then shifted his gaze slightly and greeted Sang Fu beside him: "Hello, you are a friend of Senior Weiyao, right? I am her junior, you can just call me Junjun."

This was the first time Sang Fu met someone more socially adept than Sheng Weiyao. She simply nodded and said, "Hello, Junjun."

Junjun asked again: "Can I sit down for a while? There's no room next to you."

Sheng Weiyao and Sang Fu looked at each other before saying, "Sure, please sit down."

Junjun and Sheng Weiyao were originally in the same club. After Sheng Weiyao retired this semester after becoming a veteran, Junjun took her place. She also sighed, "Sister Weiyao, you have no idea, just trying to choose a photogenic model for the shoot is really driving me crazy... Hey, sister, are you free..."

Sheng Weiyao refused coldly: "Stop, I'm almost too busy to have time."

Sang Fu lowered her eyes and drank fruit tea. She heard Junjun say "Okay" in a dejected tone, but soon, Sang Fu felt a burning gaze falling on her.

"This sister..."

Sang Fu looked up and met Jun Jun's gaze. She blinked blankly and pointed at herself: "Are you talking to me?"

Junjun put his hands together and pressed them against the tip of his nose, putting on an expression of pleading that was hard to refuse: "Good sister, I haven't seen you at school before. You are not from our school, right? You are so beautiful. Sister Weiyao is not free, so are you free?"

Sangfu: "I..."

"Sister," Junjun trailed off, "I can treat you to meals and milk tea every day, and then... reimburse your round-trip transportation! Or if you have any other conditions, you can ask for them and we can discuss them. Please, we're about to start work, and there's really nothing else we can do."

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In the afternoon, Sangfu drove back to Jinyuan.

Chuyi became more familiar with her, and Sangfu no longer rejected contact with it, but she rarely took the initiative to touch it. It was often when Chuyi wagged his tail and bumped into her legs that Sangfu would squat down and rub its head.

After dinner, Sangfu went upstairs and took a shower. When she came out, she saw the phone on the table flashing.

I walked over and saw a message from Junjun.

[Thank you, Sister Fufu. I will never forget your kindness. Let's meet at Jiada University tomorrow as agreed!]

Sang Fu wiped her hair and replied with a "OK". The water droplets on her hair dripped onto the screen of the mobile phone. She wiped it with her fingers, and the cold light of the screen reflected the faint silver-white between her fingers.

Her eyes were fixed on the wedding ring, and then she looked at the words "Jia Da" on the screen.

A moment later.

To avoid unnecessary trouble and mobilization of troops.

Sanfu raised her hand and took off the ring.

The author has something to say:

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Professor Zhuang really wanted to say that he was the exception, but unfortunately our Fufu was unmoved and just kept quiet [chin on hand].

It seems that I can only tell her by doing it myself | Sigh

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