Chapter 83 Mature Mulberries "I love you." "...

The next day, the sky was clear and cloudless.

Sangfu sat in the box, slowly eating the fruit brought by the waiter.

The old people were chatting happily.

Sang Fu remembered that although Lin Guanghua and Rong Qingqiu were not present when the engagement was being discussed due to inconvenience, the elders still found time to meet them not long after they got married.

We are really good friends for many years, no matter what age group we are, we always say no as soon as we meet.

In the old people's party, they were naturally the main force. She and Zhuang Mowen just came to have a meal, so Sang Fu reduced her presence. Zhuang Mowen would occasionally say a few words, making the old people laugh.

"Oh, Old Lin, I don't need to worry about him. I just go to the clinic every day and sit there. I'm so bored," Rong Qingqiu said meaningfully. "I just hope that someday I can have a little one to play with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Fu paused and immediately noticed that several elderly people were looking towards them slowly but very purposefully.

"Cough, cough cough cough..."

She was suddenly choked by the soup and started coughing violently.

The people present were startled and hurriedly handed her tissues. She coughed so hard that her face turned red.

"Slow down," a hand patted her back rhythmically. After she calmed down, Zhuang Mowen handed her the water and tissue.

"Wipe it off and drink some water."

Sanfu nodded. Her throat was aching from coughing, so she quickly drank a few sips of water.

As soon as I raised my head, I heard Zhuang Mowen's voice ringing in my ears, neither hurried nor slow.

"Grandpa and grandma, grandpa and grandma, I haven't had time to tell you that Sang Fu and I..." Zhuang Mowen looked at the elderly people, paused slightly, and continued: "We don't plan to have children."

…

When we came back from the hotel, it was already dark.

The elderly people all had their own opinions and didn't want Zhuang Mowen to see them off. They just walked to the door and took a taxi.

After Zhuang Mowen said that, the box was actually quiet for a long time. It was normal for the elderly to have different ideas from them, and Sang Fu was prepared to be rejected.

But unexpectedly, after a while, her grandmother spoke first: "Okay, it's up to you whether to have a child or not. As long as you two are happy and Xiaofu is happy, that's all that matters."

"Right, right, right," Rong Qingqiu came back to his senses and agreed, "I was stunned. I didn't expect you guys didn't have this plan. I just said it casually. It's up to you guys to decide whether to have the baby or not."

What surprised Sanfu even more than all this was that she had never thought that he still remembered what she had said a long time ago.

She said she didn't want children, and he really did what he said and listened to her wishes.

Pushing open the gate of Jinyuan, Chuyi came to greet him. Sangfu squatted down and rubbed his head, a smile on her face. She remembered something and looked up and asked him: "Have you really thought about the child?"

Zhuang Mowen hummed casually, but without hesitation, "I've made an appointment for a vasectomy for next week."

Sang Fu was surprised: "Next week, isn't that a bit too soon..."

Although there is a chance of restoration of canalization with this surgery, there is also a chance that it cannot be restored. Once it cannot be restored, there is a 100% chance that you will not be able to have children.

She thought he would at least think about it for a while longer.

Zhuang Mowen said, "It's a bit fast."

Sang Fu pursed her lips, changed her shoes and walked over: "Then you can cancel the appointment first, we can think about it later... hmm."

Before she could finish her words, Zhuang Mowen grabbed her waist and kissed her gently without any warning, from her lips to her neck. Zhuang Mowen lifted the hem of her clothes and reached inside to pinch the soft white flesh on her waist.

Sang Fu leaned against the entrance with her back. She was a little dizzy from his kiss. Her voice was soft: "I haven't finished talking yet, what are you doing?"

"Sorry. What I meant is that after the surgery, you can't have sex for at least two weeks."

Zhuang Mowen bent down, picked her up horizontally, and strode towards the bedroom. He added, "So we have to hurry up and do it."

Sangfu was petrified: "Huh...?"

…

A venue in Lincheng.

Sheng Weiyao clapped her hands and looked proudly at the exquisite arrangement in front of her, "Perfect!"

Junjun connected his phone to the speaker's Bluetooth and clicked on "Happy Breakup." He then looked at Sheng Weiyao and said, "Xiaofu and her husband seem to have a good relationship. Why are they getting divorced?"

Sheng Weiyao promised: "Who can know about the relationship problem? We are going to divorce, don't worry."

Junjun nodded: "Then are you sure Xiaofu can come without telling me in advance?"

Sheng Weiyao said, "I know her. As long as she's not working, she won't leave the house every day. She definitely won't have any other activities. Wait a minute, I'll send her a message."

Sheng Weiyao pulled out her phone:

[Bao, I sent you an address, come over quickly!]

Ten minutes later, she hissed, why didn't you reply?

[Sangfu? ]

[Sangfu——]

Twenty minutes later——

[You can't sleep at this hour, right? Ahhhh?]

[I'm being honest. Aren't you and Professor Zhuang planning a divorce? I've prepared a bachelorette party for you (PS version for socially anxious people)! Junjun's here too, so it's just a few of us doing it as a token of our respect...]

What Sheng Weiyao didn't know was that before the first message was sent, it was impossible for Sang Fu to reply to her.

The bedroom was dim, with the floor lamp emitting a dim light.

Zhuang Mowen's chest heaved as he turned his head to look at the two mobile phones thrown on the bedside.

Their ringtones are different, so it's easy to tell whose phone is ringing.

Zhuang Mowen didn't pay attention to the first and second sounds.

After a while, there were several more consecutive sounds, and Zhuang Mowen finally couldn't help but turned Sang Fu over.

He finally discovered that she was not only afraid of the cold, but also prone to sweating.

Although he was so thin and the air conditioner was on, he started to feel hot and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her skin.

Maybe she had been lying on the pillow for too long, her face was so hot that her hair stuck to her red face.

Zhuang Mowen didn't stop, continuing to do it again and again, reaching out to help her carefully detangle her hair.

"Your phone. Who's been calling you late at night?"

He casually grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her head. Her dark hair bounced softly. Sanfu took a few seconds to process his words and said, "Look at this."

Zhuang Mowen hummed, leaned over her, and with a slight stretch of his hand, he held the mobile phone in the floral case in his palm.

He didn't ask her for the password. He put the phone in her hand and kissed her forehead: "Open the face."

Sang Fu responded obediently and then discussed: "Then you wait a moment."

She was afraid that the shaking was too big and the face wouldn't be scanned.

"No."

Zhuang Mowen simply wrapped her hand and held the phone steadily in front of her.

Sang Fu's perspective kept shaking up and down, as if she had astigmatism. She had no idea whether she had scanned the whole thing or not. Zhuang Mowen waited for two seconds, turned over the phone, and said, "Open it."

Zhuang Mowen was too lazy to take it, so he threw it aside, glanced at it twice, and then paused for a moment.

"Your friend said they held a bachelor party for you." Zhuang Mowen's eyes moved away from the phone screen and fell on her face.

His expression showed no emotion, as if he didn't care at all. He just took the time to ask her, "What do you mean, baby?"

Even Sanfu herself was completely bewildered, not to mention that it was almost impossible for her to think at this moment. She shook her head and trembled as she answered with the shortest three words: "I don't know."

Before making love tonight, Zhuang Mowen intentionally or unintentionally left her top on, but he took off her bra underneath, so the outer garment looked a little loose, revealing some shape.

Zhuang Mowen covered the wrinkled cloth without much force. He hooked his fingertips and moved it twice, and Sang Fu pushed up in a daze.

She seldom makes any sound, but when she feels particularly comfortable she will hum softly, just like now, which sounds incredibly alluring to Zhuang Mowen's ears.

Smart people have a strong ability to learn. After just a few attempts, with almost no trial and error, Zhuang Mowen already had a very clear understanding of her body.

After all, this kind of instinctive reaction is always difficult to be perfect no matter how hard you try to control it. What's more, Sangfu is really sensitive. Even if she doesn't say it, her hands will hold him tightly, and the same goes for other parts of her body.

He lowered his eyes to look at her: "Didn't you tell your friends about us?"

She thought for a moment and said with a trailing tone, "...well...not yet in time."

Zhuang Mowen pressed lower and supported her legs with his backhand.

The noises in the bedroom grew louder and more mixed, with other things mixing in. It seemed to be raining outside, pattering, the raindrops hitting the banana leaves in the yard, making a snapping sound.

"Did you tell her we wanted a divorce?"

Zhuang Mowen held her hand, palms facing each other, and sank into the bed tightly. "Your friend is really considerate of you. He hasn't divorced yet, but he's already held a bachelor party."

Sanfu had no place to unload the pressure and share the feeling on her body. He pressed her so hard that no matter how she moved, it only made her tighter. It was strange. He had never done this before, never focusing on one spot. He knew she couldn't bear it, so he would often wait for a while, then wait for a while, slowly building up her waves.

But now, before she could say anything, her mind had gone completely blank, her vision was blurred, and a huge sense of relaxation made her soften everything at once, from head to toe, even to the fingertips that were desperately clasping the back of his hand.

"I'm not very happy, baby."

He sighed and wiped away her tears. "Cry, I'm listening."

…

After a while he said something again, his voice a little hoarse.

Sanfu really couldn't hear clearly.

"Hmm?" Her eyes were wet, leaving a small sea in the creases at the end of her eyes. "What did you say?"

Zhuang Mowen tried to suck her ear, she paused, grabbed his arm and twisted and struggled slightly, her breathing frequency obviously became faster, and the hot breath hit the tip of his ear again and again.

"I love you, Sanfu." He whispered in her ear, each word clear and low.

…

"I love you, baby."

…

"I love you."

…

She thinks he is bad.

He said he loved her, but at the same time he wanted to make her cry.

Sangfu rarely cries. She always thinks that crying is cowardly and a manifestation of all negative emotions.

So she was afraid, she endured, she was numb.

She shed a lot of tears tonight, but she actually felt in her heart...

I'm so happy, so blessed, I really want to keep doing this with him.

It's late at night.

Sang Fu could never remember the number of times. She only knew that she was sweating profusely and a little unconscious. Zhuang Mowen kissed her lips against the tip of her nose and said in a hoarse voice that she should sleep first and leave the rest to him.

Sang Fu hugged his neck, resisting the urge to lie down and fall asleep, and regained a bit of rationality from the dullness after the lingering music.

She said without a word, "Me too."

Zhuang Mo didn't react after smelling it. He pinched her nose, but asked patiently, "What is it?"

"Love you."

Zhuang Mowen was stunned.

She hugged him lovingly and closed her eyes.

"I love you so much."

…

Zhuang Mowen made the bed before carrying Sang Fu back.

He looked at the mess on the floor: pants, clothes, underwear... Zhuang Mowen picked them up one by one and threw them into the laundry basket. When he came back, he heard the phone on the bedside table vibrate - he turned off the sound after reading the message while doing it.

The caller was her friend again.

Zhuang Mowen bent down and reached out to take it.

The deafening sound of the speakers and the other party's loud shouting rushed into my ears.

"Sang Fu—why did you just answer my call? If you don't come soon, Junjun and I will be drinking and going back soon!"

Zhuang Mowen glanced at the sleeping Sang Fu, paused, took two steps away, and said quietly: "Hello, please contact me tomorrow if you have anything."

"She was very tired and just fell asleep."

…

"Oh my god."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice entered her ears. Sheng Weiyao's phone was offline for two seconds. She looked at the note on her phone in disbelief. It was definitely Sang Fu's call.

"...Professor Zhuangzhuangzhuangzhuang? Why are you holding Sanfu's phone, at this hour???"

Zhuang Mowen asked back, "What do you think?"

Sheng Weiyao: "?"

Zhuang Mowen: "You guessed right."

Sheng Weiyao: "???"

Before she could speak, the phone was hung up with a beep after Zhuang Mowen said, "You can talk to her tomorrow. I'm hanging up first."

Sheng Weiyao: "????"

No, what did she guess right?

…

In a blink of an eye, it was June.

Jiada.

The noise was so loud that Sheng Weiyao's palms were sweating as she sat in the crowd. Junjun was also very nervous and whispered, "Really? Xiaofu wasn't nervous when she was invited to the sharing session for the first time. How come the two of us are even more nervous than her?"

Sheng Weiyao said, "Nonsense, there are nearly a thousand people down there. My legs are weak just thinking about it."

Ever since the big mistake she made last time, Sheng Weiyao called Sang Fu out the next day to question her about what happened between her and Professor Zhuang. Why did Professor Zhuang answer the phone just like that?

The misunderstanding was resolved.

She was extremely angry at the time: "You two are together?! What! Why didn't you tell me?! I even prepared a surprise for you!!!"

Sang Fu said weakly, "Weiyao, you didn't tell me what the surprise was... If I knew it was those, I would definitely stop you. And you had a fight with your boyfriend, and I haven't found the right opportunity to tell you."

Sheng Weiyao thought about it and realized that she was indeed impulsive, so she showed mercy and asked Sang Fu to treat her to ten more meals. Then she would ignore her embarrassment, resolve their past grudges and reconcile with her.

Sheng Weiyao finally broke up a few days ago, and Sang Fu accompanied her on a trip to other places for several days, and treated her to almost ten meals.

Sangfu was invited to attend the sharing session half a month ago.

At that time, her new book was sold out as soon as it was released, and it received particularly good reviews in the market. In addition, she held a book signing event, and Sangfu's outstanding appearance naturally attracted more attention.

At that time, Jiada University was holding an event that invited successful people from all walks of life to share their experiences. Jiada University chose to invite her because of her immense talent and the fact that she had happened to have filmed a promotional video for Jiada University before.

Sang Fu also has many readers at Jiada University. The seats were packed. Many students came because of her reputation, and of course some just wanted to join in the fun.

"So beautiful, even more beautiful than in the videos taken online."

"Are they actually about the same age as us? Look at them, they're the same age, one is on stage and the other is off stage. What a difference."

Discussions rang out one after another, with everyone talking at once, until the girl on the stage calmly adjusted the PA equipment and spoke into the microphone: "Hello everyone, I'm Sang Fu."

The clear pronunciation and gentle yet slightly cold voice were transmitted to every corner of the classroom through the loudspeaker equipment.

Sheng Weiyao raised her hand first: "Okay!"

The opening applause was thunderous. At this moment, someone exclaimed, "Is that Professor Zhuang?" Everyone turned their eyes slightly and suddenly saw a mature figure among the students.

Zhuang Mowen did not sit in a conspicuous seat in the front row, but both his figure and temperament were particularly eye-catching.

He was clapping his hands, and his expression on the stage was one of focus and tenderness that they had never seen before.

Everyone was shocked.

Why was Professor Zhuang here? I knew he was so busy every day that he wouldn't even participate in the usual activities. Besides, it seems like teachers aren't required to attend the sharing sessions... Could it be that he simply wanted to come for personal reasons?

The group chat among Chiayi University students is in full swing.

Halfway through the sharing session, someone posted a photo in a large group of Jia University students, which completely ignited the group chat.

The photo was enlarged, freezing the girl's left hand, which had a wedding ring on it. The background was very familiar, which was the decoration on the stage.

The man said.

[I searched online and found that it's the same brand as Professor Zhuang's, and it's the women's pair of wedding rings.]

[No need to argue. Based on the above evidence and Professor Zhuang's level of concern...]

[This is the real Master's Wife.]

…

After the sharing session, Zhuang Mowen wanted to go out and book a restaurant with her for lunch, but Sang Fu thought it was too far and too troublesome. She smiled and said, "I used to eat in the cafeteria with Wei Yao, so let's go to the cafeteria."

She had nothing else to do in the afternoon and was too lazy to go back. It was also inconvenient for her to sit in the office, so Zhuang Mowen took her to his lounge.

Because Zhuang Mowen was by her side, Sang Fu received countless sidelong glances along the way.

When she was not working, she was still not used to being the center of attention. Instead, Zhuang Mowen next to her was particularly natural. He still held her hand as if no one was around and chatted with her in a low voice.

Occasionally, some students would politely greet Zhuang Mowen, but their sparkling eyes kept looking at her. Their curiosity did not come from her identity, but from her as a person.

Although the campus is large, with the development of the Internet, news spreads extremely quickly.

A few hours passed in the sharing session, and it was estimated that Sang Fu's identity was no longer a secret - not to mention that as soon as she left the sharing session, Sheng Weiyao told her all the news in the school group, saying that everyone had already guessed it.

The two were about to turn into the faculty elevator when suddenly, Sangfu heard someone calling her, "Sangfu?"

Sang Fu looked up in the direction of the voice. Not far away stood a boy wearing a white T-shirt and black pants. He was thin and handsome, holding a basketball in his right hand. He looked at her in surprise... To be precise, it was them.

"Hello, nice to meet you again." Sang Fu smiled at Chen Jiawen.

Chen Jiawen and Sang Fu didn't have much contact. He almost never saw Sang Fu smile at him, nor did he see her look relaxed and comfortable like she did today.

In my impression, she is a little silent, a little depressed, and a little cold.

Chen Jiawen felt that her appearance was like a cloud, a distant cold white, hanging in the sky, untouchable. There was no special movement when she floated into his heart. Soon she disappeared, leaving no one with any thoughts.

He also wanted to contact her, but firstly, being persistent wasn't Chen Jiawen's style when pursuing girls, and secondly, she had once said...

"So you really got married." His brows relaxed in relief.

Even though Sheng Weiyao gave him a positive reply, Chen Jiawen was still skeptical. However, there was one thing he was sure of, even if it was fake, Sang Fu used the excuse of marriage to reject him, which meant she was absolutely not interested in him.

His eyes shifted slightly and met Zhuang Mowen's. He looked at Sang Fu and remembered something: "Professor Zhuang is your husband?"

…

After Chen Jiawen left, the two approached the elevator door. Zhuang Mowen pressed the button without saying a word. The elevator door opened and he said in a normal tone, "Let's go."

The elevator closed and began to move upwards.

She and Zhuang Mowen were the only two people in the elevator. She was lost in thought as she stared at their reflections on the inner wall, where they stood side by side. Suddenly, she heard Zhuang Mowen ask, "Have you ever mentioned marriage to him before?"

During that time, Sangfu went to Jiada Metropolitan Hospital to take off her ring. She was young and had never been in a relationship, so no one would believe her if she told others about it. Therefore, she did not deliberately emphasize marriage, and no one would guess about that aspect.

And Chen Jiawen's behavior just now didn't seem like he had just found out about her marriage.

Sang Fu hummed, feeling a little ashamed. "I don't know if you still remember that day your students gave you desserts, and I told them my friends also gave me some, and he was one of them."

"But by some strange coincidence, you ate his share. The next day he came to ask me about it, and I didn't know what to say, so I just said my husband ate it."

Zhuang Mowen, who remembered everything clearly, said calmly, "Oh, I remember now."

"It turns out that someone has been using me to ward off romantic interests for so long."

“…” Sang Fu was about to say sorry sincerely, but when she turned her head, she saw the nonchalant smile on Zhuang Mowen’s lips.

Why does he look so good?

With a "ding" sound, the elevator opened. Before Sang Fu could finish her words, Zhuang Mowen pulled her out of the elevator.

"I don't live here often," Zhuang Mowen said. "When I first transferred to Jiada University, I would stay here for a night when I was busy with research late at night."

"But I haven't spent a night here since I married you."

After Sang Fu moved into Jinyuan, Zhuang Mowen would go home every day except when he was on business trips.

No matter how late it is, I will come back.

From the very beginning, he had never thought of being perfunctory in this relationship, whether from the perspective of a partner or a husband.

Although Sanfu had never been to this lounge, she had a certain impression of it.

When they just got married last year, she helped Junjun with a photo shoot. She also had an appointment with Sheng Weiyao that day and couldn't leave after the photo shoot. Zhuang Mowen mentioned it to her and said that she didn't mind and could go inside to wait. Sang Fu refused for fear of attracting the attention of people in the school.

She hadn't come in to take a look yet. Zhuang Mowen pushed open the door and Sang Fu walked in. Just as she had taken a general look, she heard the sound of a lock closing behind her. Someone lifted her chin, pushed her and kissed her, and she sat down on the sofa.

"How did you..."

"I haven't been home for several days, so we met here. There were people on the road, and there were surveillance cameras in the elevator," Zhuang Mowen said in a low and hoarse voice, "Even if I want to kiss you, you have to hold back."

"I've explained to you that Weiyao is heartbroken and she's been under a lot of pressure preparing for exams lately, so I wanted to take her on a trip to relax." Sang Fu paused, raised her hand to touch his warm cheek, and her voice softened. "But I miss you too."

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, the tips of his hair poking her exposed skin, causing a slight tingling sensation. Sanfu's body sank into the sofa, her shirt in a mess in his hands.

She stopped him: "You can't do that now..."

It’s only been half a month since the operation.

And this happened on the campus of Jiada University, where I always felt that morality was being condemned.

She was mainly afraid of being here. Everything else was fine, even if she couldn't do it temporarily. He basically didn't let her rest for a few days in the past half month. It was obvious that he couldn't do it at all, but he had to make things difficult for her.

"Well, no."

Sang Fu's wide skirt was lifted up, and Zhuang Mowen's breath fell heavily on her skin. "Just eat it."

…

Sang Fu slept in the lounge until the afternoon. She had been preparing a speech for a long time, and it was finally finished today. She had a good sleep before going downstairs and leaving the school with Zhuang Mowen, ready to go home.

Sangfu was sitting in the car, and perhaps by chance, she saw the familiar dessert shop from afar.

She suddenly felt an urge in her heart.

The urge forced her to speak out: "I want to eat cake."

Zhuang Mowen found a spot to park the car, then drove out of the door neatly: "Let's go."

Sang Fu picked for a while in the store, and couldn't help but turn around and ask Zhuang Mowen, "What did your students give you last time?"

Zhuang Mowen pointed at a few and said to the store manager, "Please take care of these troubles for me."

The store manager is a sister in her thirties or forties, who is warm and friendly.

She said "OK" and quickly took out the packaging bag to pack it. While packing, she glanced at Zhuang Mowen twice.

She was entertaining other guests before and didn't hear the conversation between Sang Fu and Zhuang Mowen at all. She just felt that Zhuang Mowen had an outstanding temperament and looked familiar.

When she handed out the last package, she suddenly realized and said with a smile: "It seems that your wife liked the flavor you picked last time. She ordered the same one this time."

Sang Fu paused, then slowly turned her head and looked at Zhuang Mowen: "?"

"..." Zhuang Mowen looked ahead, and was silent for a moment before he said in a normal tone, "I really like it."

The store manager handed over the bag with both hands and said, "I'm glad you like it. Just come earlier next time. If you come in the evening, I might close early."

The car was parked not far away. After buying the cake, they had to walk a distance back to the car.

On the way back, there was an awkward silence between the two of them.

Sanfu: "Um...last time?"

Zhuang Mowen couldn't explain anything. After another silence, the two of them laughed out loud at the same time.

After a moment he admitted, "Well, no students gave me cake that night."

"So... you saw Chen Jiawen give me mousse, right?"

"Um."

That was all in winter. She still remembered that it was very cold that day. When she came back, he and Chuyi were sitting at the door waiting for her.

She still couldn't figure it out: "Didn't you go home early? Why did you go out to buy it so late?"

Zhuang Mowen held her hand and said slowly, "If you buy it too early, you have to put it in the refrigerator. I'm afraid you'll get cold if you eat it."

It's summer now.

From autumn to summer, they went through four seasons together.

They walked down the street, holding hands tighter and tighter.

The June wind brings a slight warmth.

Sang Fu's hands were no longer cold, but she still often thought of Zhuang Mowen on the night of the first snow, and the hot pack she took out of his pocket that night.

She still wants to.

Sanfu tilted her head and her eyes fell on his face.

He looked over and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Sangfu shook her head and looked at the road ahead that seemed to have no end, just like a person's long life.

She felt as if she were becoming more and more greedy.

I want more and more things.

She still wanted to hold his hand like this, until the next snowy winter, forever and ever, until the end of life when she could no longer love.

She thought, and believed, that they would.

——End of text

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The author has something to say: I hope Xiaofu can continue to love bravely in the future and receive lots of love.

The main text is finished. Give out the red envelopes to the babies.

The extra chapters will be updated starting on Sunday or Monday. There won’t be much, so the entire story can be completed this week.