"Get on," Fu Chenyuan said. "I'll carry you back."
Jiang Wanning looked at the man's back; his broad shoulders and narrow waist were very alluring.
As if afraid he would change his mind, Jiang Wanning threw herself onto Fu Chenyuan's back.
Fu Chenyuan stood up, easily hoisted her onto his back, held her calves, and carried her steadily forward step by step.
Jiang Wanning wrapped her arms around Fu Chenyuan's neck, her hair falling down, making Fu Chenyuan's neck a little itchy.
Her tone unconsciously carried a hint of coquetry: "Am I heavy? Ayuan, if you can't carry me anymore, put me down."
"No, I can carry you for twenty kilometers."
"Nonsense," Jiang Wanning laughed.
Running 20 kilometers carrying 100 pounds of weight is no easy feat.
However, this also put Jiang Wanning in a good mood.
Indeed, love makes one feel content even with just water; two people in love find joy in doing anything together.
*
The next day, when Jiang Wanning woke up, she saw a bunch of bright red roses stuck in the bedside.
The roses looked as if they had just been picked, still covered in dew.
Jiang Wanning was somewhat surprised.
Neither she nor Fu Chenyuan were the type to enjoy such flashy things.
Jiang Wanning and Fu Chenyuan are both very pragmatic.
Is today a special day?
Jiang Wanning got up with doubts. After changing her clothes, she went downstairs but did not see Fu Chenyuan in the study.
Jiang Wanning went downstairs. The kitchen light was on, and someone was inside.
Fu Chenyuan is cooking.
He wore an apron, had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and rolled-up sleeves that revealed his strong, lean arms.
He had already ladled the noodles into a bowl and was now lifting the pot with one hand to pour the broth into the bowl.
With his movements, the veins on his arms became prominent, and the back of his hands was taut, exuding an indescribable sexiness.
Fu Chenyuan noticed her, put down the pot, and gave Jiang Wanning a slight smile.
Fu Chenyuan's smile is so handsome, so captivating.
Jiang Wanning felt as if he was about to steal her soul.
She couldn't help but walk towards Fu Chenyuan.
"You're making breakfast? Noodles today?"
Fu Chenyuan served the noodles out, but it didn't seem like he was eating noodles specifically, since there was only one bowl.
There were other breakfast items on the table.
Fu Chenyuan placed the noodles on the table and took out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard.
The two sat facing each other. Fu Chenyuan served Jiang Wanning a bowl of noodles and then handed her chopsticks.
He looked at Jiang Wanning with eyes so tender they seemed to be overflowing with affection.
Happy 22nd birthday, Wanwan.
Jiang Wanning was taken aback; she had indeed forgotten her own birthday.
"These are longevity noodles. I hope my Wanwan lives to be a hundred years old, and that she has many more such days to come."
It was a very ordinary and everyday conversation, but Jiang Wanning's nose suddenly stung with tears.
She has almost never celebrated her birthday in the Zhao family over the years, and she has no expectations for it.
She never remembered her own birthday; it was only when Su Zhihan sent her a birthday message that she realized it was her birthday.
Because she didn't want Su Zhihan to worry, Jiang Wanning always lied, saying that she ate a big cake at home and received gifts.
“I told Miss Su not to send you a message to wish you a happy birthday yet, Wanwan, I want to be the first person to wish you a happy birthday on this day.”
Jiang Wanning couldn't help but laugh again upon hearing this.
This person is really something, even in something like this, they have to compete and want to be number one?
"Eat quickly, or the noodles won't taste good."
"Thank you, honey."
"What did you call me?" Fu Chenyuan asked, somewhat agitated. "I didn't hear you clearly. Call me again."
Jiang Wanning quickly kissed Fu Chenyuan on the lips, then smiled broadly and said generously, "Thank you, husband."
Fu Chenyuan seemed to really like her calling him "husband," but she still couldn't always say "husband" to him.
The noodles were delicious; Fu Chenyuan must have put his heart into making them.
Perhaps this man used a textbook to do it.
A few days ago, she caught him watching a video on how to make noodles.
The two shared a bowl of longevity noodles and finished it, then ate some other things.
Fu Chenyuan still had to go to the company.
"I've already made arrangements for your birthday tonight. If you have any other people you'd like to invite, send me the number in a bit and I'll have them make the preparations."
After Fu Chenyuan finished speaking, as if afraid that Jiang Wanning wouldn't like it, he quickly asked, "I originally wanted to give you a surprise, you just needed to be there. But I was afraid you wouldn't like this way. I invited a lot of people to celebrate your birthday with you, and there's even a whole roasted lamb. Would you like it?"
Jiang Wanning's answer reassured Fu Chenyuan: "I like it. I like anything you arrange."
She used to have to worry about everything, big and small, but now that someone else is taking care of things for her, what is there to be dissatisfied about?
Jiang Wanning went to Xu Ying's studio, and Fu Chenyuan went to work.
Jiang Wanning wasn't sure if Su Zhihan was filming, so she needed to confirm.
She sent Su Zhihan a message: 【Zhihan, it's my birthday tonight, are you coming?】
Su Zhihan did not reply to the message.
If Su Zhihan doesn't reply immediately, she must be busy with something.
Jiang Wanning tossed her phone aside and ignored it.
She arrived a little later today; Meng Tian had arrived much earlier.
No one knows what happened between the two of them before she arrived, but the atmosphere between Meng Tian and Xu Ying was strange.
Anyway, Meng Tian's eyes were always fixed on Xu Ying, but Xu Ying never gave Meng Tian a kind look.
First, Xu Ying taught Jiang Wanning some painting techniques, and then Jiang Wanning reinforced them.
In the afternoon, Meng Tian gave a lesson to Jiang Wanning.
After finishing the lesson, Meng Tian hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Xiao Ning, can I talk to you?"
"Sure, you want to talk about your aunt, right?" Jiang Wanning was understanding.
"Yes. I think you can tell as well, your aunt and I have a past. We were together for many years, and even lived together after graduation. I proposed to her, and she said yes. I wanted to marry her for a long time, but she always disagreed. Later, I wanted to go abroad, and that time she relented, and I was happier than anyone else."
When talking about the past, Meng Tian would laugh for a while and then fall silent.
"But I don't know why things suddenly changed. She suddenly became very hateful towards me. She said I disgusted her and told me to get out. No matter what I asked her, she would give the same answer. My visa had already been approved, and going abroad was inevitable. I thought I would go out first, let her calm down, and then we could have a proper conversation. She said we broke up and returned all the things I had given her. Over the years, I still don't understand what exactly happened back then."
Jiang Wanning thought for a moment before speaking, "Actually, I'm not very familiar with my aunt. I don't know much about her past either. I only recently learned about your relationship. My aunt and my mother only recognized each other on my wedding day. After you proposed to my aunt, did you meet any other women? Or were you drunk and tricked, and my aunt found out?"
"No, that's impossible. I never drink outside."
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