When Rong Qing finished reading the second cookbook, Jiang Zimo saw that she didn't even glance at him, and said in a somewhat indifferent voice:
"Comrade Rong Qing, please allow me to take a few minutes of your time so we can get to know each other."
Rong Qing paused as she stretched out her hand to take the third book. She casually put it back in her pocket to warm it, then raised her head lazily.
Those eyes, shining brightly like countless stars, showed no emotion or warmth, and the expression on that stunning little face was also cold and indifferent.
"Comrade Jiang Zimo, please speak. I'm listening."
Jiang Zimo had never interacted with other girls like this before. He avoided those who came up to him or took the initiative to talk to him. After returning home, his younger sister would take the initiative to come up to him and act coquettishly.
This was the first time he met a girl who didn't seem to have any interest in him and was shrouded in a mysterious veil that he couldn't understand. This made him even more uncomfortable: Is this his future wife?
Even though it was his grandfather who arranged for him to go, and he only intended to be a nominal couple, for some reason, at this moment, when he met her cold eyes, he felt an inexplicable feeling?
But I don’t know what this feeling is, and I don’t know how to express it accurately?
He simply didn't delve into it, adjusted his stance, and said in a cold tone:
"Jiang Zimo, 26 years old, has a grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, three younger brothers, and a younger sister. He is currently the commander of the Special Forces Division of the ** Army..."
Rong Qing knew the particularity of the army he served in, and did not delve into the key information hidden in his last sentence.
Then he adjusted his sitting posture. He had to be more formal. After all, the other party seemed quite polite just now. Basic courtesy was still necessary. A cold voice sounded:
"Rong Qing, 18 years old, my family currently consists of me and my grandmother." Then he added:
"A little country girl."
Of course she wasn't. In 1976, when the college entrance examination was reopened, she was admitted to Tsinghua University as the top scorer in the province. During her time at school, her grades were consistently ranked first in the school. In her sophomore year, she was asked to be an assistant by the professor at the Institute of Biology, who was her doctoral supervisor. She spent three years in a daze to complete all the graduate courses and graduated. Yes, she graduated!
She still remembers bringing her diploma back to her grandmother, who was delighted for three whole days. It was also to accompany her grandmother that she refused the professor's invitation to stay and the job arranged by the school.
Of course, she wouldn't tell Jiang Zimo about this.
After listening to her self-introduction, especially the word "little country girl", Jiang Zimo's emotions fluctuated slightly, which was only for a moment. You know, someone like him who has undergone special training would never reveal his emotions.
Those deep and sharp eyes looked her over secretly, but no matter how he looked at her, he couldn't see any trace of a little village girl in her.
She stood there like a flower blooming in the sun, carefully cared for and watered, with a touch of casualness in her laziness.
Although she is a stunningly pretty girl, she always gives people the feeling of being cold and indifferent, and strangers stay away from her. It always seems that there is a barrier around her that keeps people away.
Jiang Zimo thought about his self-introduction and then looked at the person in front of him, and couldn't help but add:
"My unit is quite special and I can't accompany the troops, so after we get married you can live in the Jiang family's old house. I can also arrange another house for you to live in and give you 100 yuan a month for living expenses."
Rong Qing really wanted to slap him. She was a person who had married him seriously, but he acted like he was being kept by someone?
When he spoke again, his tone was even colder and more distant than before: "It's fine to live in the Jiang family's old house. My grandma gave me a few courtyard houses and small Western-style houses in Kyoto as gifts. I'm not short of money.
My mom gives me 1,000 yuan a month, my dad just raised it to 200 yuan a month, my eldest uncle's family gets 150 yuan a month, my third uncle's family gets 100 yuan a month, my youngest uncle's family gets 100 yuan a month, and my eldest aunt, second aunt, and third aunt's families each get 100 yuan a month...
This does not include their irregular red envelopes, which are issued about once every three months, with a minimum amount of 200 yuan, and basically remain between 500-1000 yuan. Half of them are 5000 yuan during the New Year.
Now that I'm married, I have to support not only myself but also a family, so they will give me more. Before, because we lived in a small village and had no place to spend money, they only gave me symbolic money for fun."
After she finished speaking, she lifted her eyelids and looked at him deeply, then stretched out her slender white fingers and shook them in the air:
"Comrade Jiang Zimo, keep the 100 yuan you earn every month for pocket money. A man should always have some money in his pocket."
Jiang Zimo felt his face burning. He really didn't know that his young wife, who hadn't married yet, had such a wealthy family, and didn't know that she had so many relatives?
she!
Didn't she just say that her family only consists of her and her grandmother?
What a little liar!
Grandpa is really good at tricking his grandson. Why didn’t he tell me the truth?
This 100 yuan is also based on the monthly household expenses given to their families by those military personnel in their army.
Suddenly, the door was opened by Grandpa Jiang, who came over anxiously to stare at his little boy. As soon as he stepped into the room, he asked anxiously:
"Stinky boy, have you had a good chat with Qing girl? Have you reported your family background?"
Jiang Zimo was about to speak when Rong Qing spoke first, her tone was particularly sweet:
"Grandpa Jiang, I'm really surprised. I didn't expect Comrade Jiang Zimo to be so generous. He said he could arrange a house for me outside after we get married and give me 100 yuan a month. Wow, that's really a lot!"
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