Chapter Seventy: Material and Old-Fashioned Gifts, But Quite Practical
December arrives as scheduled, bringing with it the end of the semester and Christmas.
The market research results for all employees of the company, which Wen Jing had his assistant prepare, had already reached him.
He looked at the final summary statement very carefully:
The typical dating process for young people is: watch a movie, book a hotel room, order takeout, and extend the stay.
Young people give their partners gifts such as bags, perfumes, watches, and rings.
Design a proposal that includes a romantic confession under fireworks, candles lining the path to create an atmosphere, and roses filling the trunk of the car...
Wen Jing sighed and used three words to summarize: vulgar, materialistic, and outdated.
The assistant was also at his wits' end. Most of the company's employees were either single repairmen or had families and children, so the people who needed to solve these problems weren't the company's employees!
While preparing for her final exams, Song Nian'an was also taking various courses arranged by the company.
Liu Xiangwan found a stylist, and Song Nian'an needed to attend four classes a week. He also brought a bunch of teaching materials and videos from China Film Group to help him practice his lines.
This made his life incredibly fulfilling, basically consisting of a three-point routine: home, school, and company.
Although Song Nian'an wasn't very confident, since she had decided to make this money, she had to show some attitude.
At 10 p.m., Wen Jing went to the company to pick up Song Nian'an and take her home.
The little guy has been so busy lately that he's practically invisible, and the CEO is feeling really guilty.
Seeing Wen Jing's car approaching from afar, the little figure under the streetlights ran off with his schoolbag on his back.
"Why run? Just stand here and wait. The car will be here in a few seconds." Wen Jing handed over a piece of paper.
Song Nian'an's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his palms were hot. He wiped his face in a daze and calmed his heartbeat. "If I run towards the car, I can see you a few seconds faster."
The car smelled wonderful. Song Nian'an nestled her face against Wen Jing's shoulder, still clutching the script in her hand, and drifted off to sleep.
At the villa entrance, Wen Jing woke Song Nian'an up and got out of the car.
Song Nian'an looked around, his eyelashes full of question marks. He pouted and asked, "Another power outage? It's so dark, how can the power be out at ten o'clock? This property management company is unacceptable, I'm going to file a complaint!"
"Wife," Wen Jing called softly, "Merry Christmas."
Like a dream, like a hallucination, everything around me suddenly lit up.
The two Christmas trees next to the front door of my house are lit up with twinkling lights.
On the stone road from the car to home, a small tunnel made of tree branches has been erected, covered with roses and lit up by baby's breath.
Wen Jing suddenly walked over, holding a bouquet of pink roses in his hands, each flower full and vibrant.
His voice was incredibly sexy, possessing the same captivating charm as he was: "This bouquet is for you."
Song Nian'an accepted the bouquet of bright red roses, too moved to speak.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
A little star lit up in Song Nian'an's heart, connecting with the starlight along the road to Wen Jing's heart.
He turned his face toward Wen Jing, the bright yellow light illuminating his face gently. The tears in the corners of his eyes glistened with tiny sparkles, like dazzling daisies, small and lovely, warming the hearts of others with their own light.
"Aren't you going to open your Christmas presents?" Wen Jing put his arm around his shoulder and led him step by step along the rose path.
"Take it down, take it down right now!" Song Nian'an said, her voice trembling with tears, as she walked to the Christmas tree.
[This shape...could it be a ring?! Is this moment finally here? The climax of a romance novel—the CEO's love overflowing with flowers, stars, and a ring!! Is it finally happening?!]
With anticipation, Song Nian'an opened it with a click.
"This is... a car key!"
Wen Jing opened the garage door, revealing a Lamborghini Veneno, a globally limited edition sports car. Its powerful, arrow-shaped front design and sharp lines left Song Nian'an speechless.
He had only heard his teacher mention it in class; it was a supercar that only existed in rumors.
Veneno's name is synonymous with one of the strongest and most aggressive bullfighting. He is also the fastest bull in bullfighting history.
"Do you like it?" Wen Jing took his hand, opened the car door, and let Song Nian'an get in.
"Isn't this too expensive?"
"My baby is going to be a big star soon, and how can a big star not have a decent ride?"
[A ride? Wait a minute, I don't think I have a driver's license yet!]
Song Nian'an's heart skipped a beat, and she stammered, "I...I don't have a driver's license yet."
"What did you say?" Wen Jing frowned.
"I can't drive!!!"
【Ugh, should I just shoot myself? This is so embarrassing! It makes me look even more useless! I told him I can't drive during such a romantic moment!】
Wen Jing turned to look at Song Nian'an and smiled, "It's alright, there's still time, it's very simple."
"You don't seem very happy. Is it because it's not a ring?"
"Huh? No..."
I like anything my husband gives me, although I'm really hoping it's a ring...
Wen Jing put his arm around her waist, entered the password, and opened the door.
Song Nian'an looked at the candles arranged at the door, forming a large heart shape.
After a while, Wen Jing took out the ring from beside him.
Although it's old-fashioned and tacky, this style is a fusion of old-fashioned pragmatism and sexual romanticism.
Song Nian'an was startled. The sports car had already shocked him enough, but he hadn't expected this...
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest and onto Wen Jing.
The world suddenly became very quiet. Wen Jing reached out and carefully put the ring on Song Nian'an's finger.
“That was a Christmas present. This one,” Wen Jing kissed Song Nian’an’s fingertips, “is a wedding gift for my wife.”
Song Nian'an was touched, but also puzzled. "I always feel like you know what I'm thinking. Do you have superpowers?"
Wen Jing couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, I have superpowers, I can read minds."
Song Nian'an rolled her eyes. "You braggart! I also have super hearing."
Song Nian'an pulled her earlobe closer and said, "Let me hear what Old Wang next door is whispering about!"
This adorable look is just too much! Wen Jing smiled so hard his eyes disappeared.
He picked up his young wife and carried her upstairs for a passionate encounter.
It seems that the assistant's market research results, though clichéd, were quite useful.
The next day, Wen Jing enrolled Song Nian'an in a driving school.
The first subject test almost gave Song Nian'an high blood pressure, as the questions were like riddles.
Every night, the time I could spend cuddling in bed has turned into the torture of relentlessly grinding through practice questions.
Wen Jing lay down on the bed, wanting to hug and cuddle his wife, but instead, she pursed her lips, frowned, and scrolled through her phone without a care in the world.
Wen Jing regretted it a little; the car he had given her had backfired, wasting several nights of their time together.
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