Chapter 12: Mulberries "You should wear the ring."...

Soon, two days had passed since I went to Jiada to help.

Sang Fu never told Zhuang Mowen about this. In her opinion, this was her private activity and she would not be away from home for several days, so there was really no need to explain.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Sang Fu got up from the computer and went to the cloakroom to choose a pure white dress according to Junjun's request today.

This is one of the few white dresses in her wardrobe. Although she usually wears mostly light-colored clothes, they are all low-saturation and colorful.

She rarely buys pure white dresses because she thinks they are too monotonous and feel empty when she wears them.

This pair was a gift from Jin Qiong for her eighteenth birthday, when she returned from a business trip to England. It was from a well-known London brand. Even with its five-figure price tag, it couldn't satisfy her. She wore it once on her birthday, to avoid spoiling the fun, and then put it away.

After several years, her figure has not changed much and is still fit. Standing in front of the floor-length mirror, her skirt is well-cut, the soft skirt hanging near her ankles, and even the pleats are carefully designed.

After putting on makeup, Sangfu found a suitable pearl hairpin and pinned it in her hair before going downstairs.

The conditions that Junjun mentioned were insignificant to Sangfu. She finally decided to help only because it didn't take long and she happened to have some free time.

Shortly after she returned from the rehabilitation hospital, Rong Qingqiu prescribed some medicine for her and later called her specifically to remind her to try to take some time every day to go out for a walk.

The autumn sun is comfortable. There is no pressure to bask in it, and it is also nice to go out for a walk.

Aunt Zhao heard footsteps coming from upstairs and poked her head out of the restaurant: "Miss Sang, you're about to go out."

"Yeah." Sang Fu nodded. The time she and Junjun had agreed on was a bit awkward. It was not yet lunch time, but it would be too late to eat after she came back, so she simply told Aunt Zhao not to make lunch.

Just as she was about to leave, Aunt Zhao called her, "Hey, Miss Sang, wait a minute, your medicine is still boiling—"

"...Aunt Zhao, I have something urgent to do. Wait until I get back before drinking."

Sang Fu turned around calmly and waved goodbye to Aunt Zhao, but she quietly quickened her pace.

Okay, she admitted.

There was another reason why Sang Fu couldn't let go of her promise to Junjun.

In order to avoid taking Chinese medicine three times a day.

It's too bitter.

…

Junjun was waiting for her at the gate of Jiada University. He greeted her warmly and took her to the campus.

I still remember our first meeting yesterday. Soon after Sangfu entered the campus, she saw a group of classmates of similar age under the shade of a tree. From a distance, Junjun almost jumped up and waved to them: "Hey, here!"

When the group looked over, Junjun continued, "I was right, wasn't I? Look, the model I found is stunningly beautiful!"

Sanfu pursed her lips in discomfort.

From childhood to adulthood, it’s not that no one has said that Sang Fu is pretty, but she feels that the word "stunningly beautiful" is still a bit exaggerated.

"Wow, Junjun, where did you find this junior high school girl?" A boy came up and said with a smile, but the next moment, Junjun glared at him fiercely: "What junior high school girl? Sister Fufu is older than all of you, and she graduated a year ago. I'm telling you, I hired her, so you better correct your attitude."

Junjun's hot temper was well known to everyone in the club. The boy scratched his head, not meaning to be malicious, and quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry."

I told Sangfu I was sorry again.

Sang Fu just shook her head and didn't take it to heart.

We met at the same location today. Everyone gathered together, and time was running out. Junjun said, "There's no time to lose. Let's take advantage of our lunch break and get started!"

…

Zhang Lu has been annoyed by the students in his clubs recently. He has been the instructor of this photography club for several years, and has never met such a serious and meticulous group of students.

Gradually, his annoyance turned into fighting spirit, and he waited for guidance with high energy every day, but he didn't admit it.

"Those kids asked me to help check every day to see how the filming was going and if there was anything that needed improvement."

"I've been wanting to make a promotional short film for Jiada University lately. I've chosen models from outside the school. They're said to be very popular, with male students bringing them water every day. Today is the second day of filming, and they specifically asked me to come over and watch. I have so much energy every day."

Along the way, many students came over to greet him. Zhuang Mowen nodded in acknowledgement and then said with a smile, "It's normal to be passionate at this age."

"Yeah, when I was in my early twenties, I was pretty wild and unruly. Now I'm in my thirties, and my edges have been worn down a lot." Zhang Lu squinted his eyes and looked around, quickly locking his gaze on something not far away. "Look, those devils are right there."

"Professor Zhuang, I won't go to the cafeteria for now. They're looking for me urgently. Otherwise, could you please help me get one..."

As Zhang Lu spoke, he turned around and looked at Zhuang Mowen, but noticed that his gaze was fixed on the distance, his dark eyes were a little deep, as if his attention was attracted by something.

He looked in the direction he was looking, and other than his group of students filming, there wasn't anything wrong.

"Professor Zhuang, what are you looking at?"

Zhuang Mowen's eyes moved slightly as he looked at Zhang Lu. His expression remained unchanged: "Nothing. Teacher Zhang, how long will your students continue to shoot?"

"About half an hour," Zhang Lu said. "They don't have much free time either. The rest time they get together is hard to come by. They don't even have time to eat."

Zhuang Mowen understood: "That's it."

Seeing Zhuang Mowen about to leave, Zhang Lu quickly reminded him, "Hey, Professor Zhuang, that meal..."

Zhuang Mowen paused as he turned around, as if he had just remembered what he had said before. He smiled slightly and refused: "I won't go to the cafeteria either. Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry."

Zhang Lu: “…” Weren’t they just about to go to the cafeteria?

Moreover, Zhuang Mowen is a very low-key person. Other teachers may occasionally order takeout or go out to restaurants at noon, but he basically eats in the school cafeteria and has never made any special exceptions.

What happened this time? It's weird.

…

Sang Fu had just said goodbye to Junjun and his group when her cell phone rang.

Thinking that Sheng Weiyao was asking her to have dinner, she opened her phone without thinking much, but the column with Sheng Weiyao at the top was silent and nothing was posted.

She looked down and saw Zhuang Mowen's name.

Zhuang Mowen: [Come to Jiada University?]

Almost subconsciously, she looked up and looked around, but didn't see the tall figure, so she replied: [Do you see me?]

Perhaps she thought this was nonsense again, so she quickly edited it: [I promised to do someone a favor.]

Soon, Zhuang Mowen replied: [Got it.]

He didn't ask any more questions, but changed the subject.

[Have you got a meal yet? ]

Sanfu: [No.]

Zhuang Mowen: [Do you have any plans with your friends?]

She picked up her handbag and walked calmly towards the school gate, still with the same two words: [No.]

She didn't like going to unfamiliar and crowded places. Junjun said he wanted to treat her to a meal, but Sangfu refused and only accepted the cup of fruit tea that was handed to her.

As for Sheng Weiyao, she is busy these two days, so it’s better not to disturb her.

Zhuang Mowen: [Me neither.]

[Let's go together. I'll wait for you at the school gate.]

When Sang Fu saw the message, she was already near the school gate.

It was lunchtime, the busiest time of the school, and Sangfu seemed to be able to vaguely see the familiar face she had just seen among the crowd.

She couldn't imagine that with Zhuang Mowen's popularity spreading throughout Jiada University as soon as he put on his wedding ring, if she got into his car, she would probably become the heroine in the group chat in the next second.

Sang Fu pondered for a moment and quickly came up with a solution: "I'm driving here. Please send me your location and we can meet at the destination."

…

Zhuang Mowenxuan is a Chinese specialty restaurant that has been open in Lincheng for many years and has a good reputation and taste.

After driving for more than ten minutes, Sangfu parked the car, opened the door and walked in according to the location he gave.

He booked a private room, not in the lobby downstairs.

Sangfu followed the waiter's instructions and came to the room on the second floor.

Zhuang Mowen arrived earlier than her. Sang Fu walked over and sat opposite him. Although they had eaten many meals together, Aunt Zhao was usually beside them.

The last time we sat face to face in a restaurant like this, with no one to disturb us, was a month ago.

But that was in a coffee shop near Jiada University.

"Aunt Zhao told me yesterday that you seemed a little busy, so the noon medicine was postponed to the afternoon." Before Sang Fu could say anything, Zhuang Mowen spoke first. His voice was very gentle. "I was wondering if you were afraid of the bitterness and didn't want to drink it. It turns out you are really busy."

Sanfu: "..."

It is true that I am busy, and it is also true that I am afraid of bitterness and don’t want to drink.

She took the medicine after meals, and Aunt Zhao and Zhuang Mowen were usually by her side. She always drank it in one gulp without hesitation, without even a frown. Aunt Zhao was surprised when she saw it for the first time: "Isn't it bitter? I didn't even add rock sugar."

Sangfu's tongue was numbed by the bitter taste, but her expression remained unchanged. She always calmly put down the bowl and said calmly, "It's okay."

No one noticed anything unusual.

She didn't explain, but smiled and said, "A few days ago, when I went to visit my friend, I happened to run into her junior schoolmate. I happened to be free, so I came over to help."

The menu was handed to her, and Sang Fu ordered a few signature dishes. The two of them couldn't eat much, so Zhuang Mowen took it back and symbolically ticked two dishes, then handed it to the waiter and said politely, "Please use less chili, thank you for your hard work."

Aunt Zhao is usually responsible for cooking. When he goes out, he still remembers that she can't eat spicy food. Sang Fu said thank you.

Zhuang Mowen shook his head. While waiting, he asked, "How many more days will you shoot?"

"Maybe it'll take two days." Sang Fu was not sure. "It depends on the progress. It's cloudy today and the light isn't very good. Maybe we'll have to shoot the morning scene tomorrow."

Zhuang Mowen nodded slightly, his tone normal: "I don't have classes tomorrow morning, we can go together after breakfast."

Before the meal was officially served, the waiter brought a plate of fresh-cut fruit. Sangfu was eating an apple and almost choked on the juice when she heard his words.

"No, it's not good, right?"

"Slow down." Zhuang Mowen didn't expect her to react so strongly. He handed her a napkin and waited until she regained her composure before asking, "What's wrong?"

But before she could answer, the dishes were brought up one after another. Being interrupted, Zhuang Mowen did not ask any more questions.

Zhuang Mowen was well-educated and hardly spoke while eating, so Sang Fu pretended not to hear and ate quietly.

She had dined at this restaurant when she was in junior high school. It was a reward from her parents for getting first place in the final exam. In fact, she was rewarded and given gifts every time she made progress, but the reward of having a meal together was the one she had waited for a long time.

She should be very happy.

At least they were happy until they got the call and left in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"

He asked her.

Sang Fu shook her head and said lightly that it was nothing and tasted good.

Focusing her attention on the present again, Sangfu stopped thinking about other things and concentrated on eating.

After finishing the meal, Sang Fu went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. After she came back, the two of them left the box.

The restaurant business was good. Sang Fu was in a daze, and all kinds of shoes passed by her sight. Suddenly, she heard Zhuang Mowen's voice. She reacted and realized that it was not an illusion.

She was distracted and apologetic: "What did you say?"

As she was walking down the stairs, Zhuang Mowen raised her arm to block a customer who hadn't been looking and almost bumped into her, and repeated, "Teacher Zhang at our school said you're very popular, and male students often bring you water."

Sangfu didn't know how to answer, nor did she know from which angle to answer.

She thought for a moment and said matter-of-factly, "Not often, maybe one or two a day."

Zhuang Mowen nodded and said nothing more.

It was quiet all the way and they were about to reach the door.

She was stopped again.

Like her, Zhuang Mowen usually skipped the name and got straight to the point, but this time, he called her by her name.

"Sanfu."

The voice is gentle and there is no unnecessary emotion in it.

"Um?"

Sang Fu looked at him, but saw that Zhuang Mowen had his eyes lowered, his long and thick eyelashes covering his deep eyes. His gaze was fixed on somewhere unknown, and he was watching quietly.

She was about to look down following his gaze when she heard Zhuang Mowen speak.

"You should still wear the ring."

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