Chapter 34 Your Pampered Nature Has Its Own Magic
Xie Qingci stared blankly at the blog post personally published by the Liang Group's public relations department for a long time.
She recalled Liang Jingzhuo asking her what she thought last night.
So, what he was actually asking was her opinion on Shen Chutang's claim that he had unilaterally kept his marriage a secret.
Let's return our attention to the blog post.
The comments section below was flooded with wishes for a happy marriage, interspersed with messages from company employees.
[It's the first time I've seen my boss smile in front of the camera, it's so sweet!]
[Finally, I saw the proprietress! She's so beautiful!]
We're tired of saying they're a perfect match...
...
And other people from all walks of life followed suit.
[Wow, this is the first time I've seen the PR department post such a long article about the boss's wedding, but I have to say, how can these two be such a good-looking couple?]
[Aww, what a romantic way to announce it!!!]
[Holy crap! My house was burgled! The girl was from our school's art department, and she's incredibly beautiful!!]
[No more worries about business management lectures at the school! I can use my wife to control President Liang!]
Xie Qingci's fingertips, which were swiping the screen, slowly stopped, and her heart, which was lurking in her chest, felt a clear increase in its beat.
In the group chat, Ke Meng and Duan Siyu spammed "I'm totally shipping them!" emojis with countless red hearts. [Aci! Your husband is amazing! Officially recognized as a couple, I'm totally shipping them!]
Is it possible that Aci is so popular that President Liang feels threatened?
I think so.
Xie Qingci: "..."
Type the next line: [My imagination is good enough to write novels.]
I tapped send, put down my phone, took a shallow breath, and calmed my inexplicably racing heart.
Liang Jingzhuo? A sense of crisis?
Probably not.
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When Liang Jingzhuo returned from his morning run, Aunt Wen had already prepared breakfast. He went to his room to take a shower, thinking that Xie Qingci was still asleep, so he pushed the door open very gently.
He only realized she had come downstairs when he saw the curtains were open, but he hadn't seen her when he came back, so they must have missed each other.
He took his clothes and went into the bathroom. Suddenly, he remembered that when he woke up this morning, he saw her sleeping soundly with her head on his arm. A wonderful feeling spread through his heart.
In the nearly thirty years of his life, he had never imagined this scene, but when he truly experienced it, he felt a tenderness he had never felt before.
A vibrant, steaming feeling spread through his chest, and he held her close for a long time.
The room was filled with unfamiliar decorations, and even the lush little plants growing on the windowsill were styles he would never have considered.
In the bedroom in the early morning, with the curtains drawn tightly shut, he looked at the person in his arms, then kissed her forehead, carefully got out of bed, and sent an email to the public relations department of the Leung Group, which was far away in Hong Kong.
Last night, Xie Qingci's friend's words gave him some insight. He didn't feel offended, but only realized his own negligence.
This is a matter between two people, not just hers; he should also take corresponding actions.
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When Liang Jingzhuo came downstairs, Xie Qingci was sitting at the dining table, and Aunt Wen was setting the table. When she saw him come in, she greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, sir."
He nodded and replied, "Good morning," before sitting down at the table.
Xie Qingci glanced at him, then picked up her chopsticks and ate her breakfast.
With limited ingredients at home, Aunt Wen only made a simple Chinese breakfast, saying she would go to the supermarket later to buy some ingredients.
Xie Qingci looked up upon hearing this, "No need, I'll go later."
She had planned to go today anyway.
After saying that, he looked at Liang Jingzhuo sitting opposite him and asked, "Are you free later?"
Liang Jingzhuo looked up and understood what she meant, replying, "I have a conference call, about half an hour, wait for me?"
Xie Qingci nodded and replied, "Okay."
After breakfast, Liang Jingzhuo went back to his study to hold a conference call, while Xie Qingci and Aunt Wen tended to the bonsai plants she had just bought a few days ago.
Yesterday's prediction did not come true. Just as Liang Jingzhuo finished his conference call and was about to go downstairs to find Xie Qingci, Ms. Zhuang called again.
This time, instead of asking if he was old enough to be without a sense of crisis, they inquired about their marriage plans.
"Have you discussed this with Xiao Ci? What are your thoughts?"
He stood up from his desk, picked up his trench coat from the hanger, and walked out holding his phone. "Didn't I tell you? She's not having a wedding before she graduates."
Ms. Zhuang scolded him for being a blockhead, "Even if you're not having a wedding, you should still make plans in advance! Don't you know how hard it is to book wedding venues? And wedding photos! Wedding dress! Jewelry! You have to contact designers in advance!"
Ms. Zhuang was very familiar with this matter; she had already inquired about it from all directions before Liang Jingzhuo was coming to Jingzhao to meet Xie Qingci.
These are not things that can be accomplished in ten days or half a month.
"The second son of Huilin Bank got married last week. Your dad and I went to the wedding. They booked an entire island! It was incredibly romantic. Afterwards, I went to ask, and the reservations are already booked until next year!"
It's really in high demand.
Ms. Zhuang expressed some dissatisfaction, muttering, "Isn't it said that young people these days are unwilling to get married? Why is it still so popular?"
After saying that, he felt it wasn't important and continued, "Ask Xiao Ci what she thinks about the wedding. Your mother-in-law and I think it's better to have one in Hong Kong and one in Beijing. That way you'll have more options. You can have two different styles, Chinese or Western!"
As Liang Jingzhuo walked down the stairs, he suddenly realized that he hadn't discussed these topics with Xie Qingci yet.
He replied, "I understand. I'll let her know."
Ms. Zhuang was dissatisfied with his attitude. "What do you mean, 'You should talk to her and discuss it properly'? It's a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. We can't mistreat Xiao Ci. Her opinion matters most, do you hear me?"
As they were talking, they had already reached the bottom of the stairs.
Xie Qingci was in the courtyard, playing with flowerpots with Aunt Wen, her hands covered in soil, chatting and laughing with Aunt Wen.
He suddenly remembered a comment he had seen this morning after the Liang family's public relations department released the wedding announcement—
[Senior Qingci has an amazing personality; there's no teacher or student in school who doesn't like her—she's got a natural charm!]
After spending so much time together, it seems that this is indeed the case. There are no elders in the family who dislike her, and even Uncle Zhong and Aunt Ali are very fond of her.
Does it possess inherent magic?
He looked at the smile on her lips, and a slight smile returned as he replied, "I understand."
Aunt Wen used to enjoy growing flowers and plants at home when she had nothing to do, so she was quite an experienced gardener. When she saw the jasmine plant that Xie Qingci had bought, she casually asked if it had been repotted.
Jasmine is not easy to grow. It took a lot of effort for Grandma Xie to grow that flower garden. After buying it, Xie Qingci didn't dare to touch it easily, for fear that it would die in front of her if she wasn't careful.
I replied that it hadn't been changed and was still in the original pot.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Wen rushed over to check, loosened the soil, and told her that this wouldn't do. Some unscrupulous merchants would cover the roots with mud, smothering them to death in a few days, so that customers could buy new flowers sooner.
Xie Qingci had never heard of this industry slang before, and said she would go out and buy a new flowerpot later.
Aunt Wen said no, just change the soil.
So while Liang Jingzhuo was at a meeting, the two of them started fiddling with the flowerpots.
After removing the outer layer of loose soil, I lifted the jasmine plant up and saw that it was indeed covered with a thick layer of mud on its roots.
Aunt Wen, with her extensive experience, said, "I told you, these vendors have no professional ethics. I learned this the hard way after killing many flowers I bought from the flower and bird market."
Xie Qingci smiled and praised, "You're really amazing."
Otherwise, she'd probably kill the flower in no time. "I also bought a lot of other flowers, do I need to change the soil for them all?"
Aunt Wen turned around and saw Liang Jingzhuo coming out of the main house. Knowing that they were about to go to the supermarket, she smiled and said, "You and your husband can go out. I'll take care of it."
Xie Qingci turned around and glanced back upon hearing this.
He wasn't wearing a suit today, just a casual white shirt and black trousers, with a long fir brown trench coat over it.
Her upright posture made the trench coat look crisp and stylish, adding a touch of everyday elegance, a style that Aunt Wen had never seen before. She glanced at Aunt Wen for a moment and said, "Thank you for your help."
Aunt Wen smiled and said it was alright.
Her hands were still covered in soil from when she was working on the flowerpots, so she went to the sink in the corner of the yard to wash them.
The sweater I'm wearing today has long sleeves, and it's also a loose, slightly flared style. I tried to pull it off my wrist several times with my palms, but I couldn't get it off.
Just when she was at her wit's end, a hand reached out from behind and took over her actions, helping her roll up her sleeves and turning on the tap.
When her wrist suddenly came into contact with a warm palm, Xie Qingci was startled for a moment, but didn't move.
Liang Jingzhuo straightened her cuffs, and seeing that she didn't move, asked, "Shall I wash them for you?"
She snapped back to her senses and put her hand under the running water. "No need."
She hasn't lost her ability to act to that extent.
After washing and drying her hands, Xie Qingci said goodbye to Aunt Wen, grabbed her bag, and left with Liang Jingzhuo.
The supermarket is about three or four streets away from Fushun Hutong, about a half-hour walk.
When Xie Qingci used to stay here with Grandma Xie, she would often go shopping with the nannies in the mornings, and they would always walk there.
As she stepped out of the courtyard gate, just as she was about to follow the familiar route, Liang Jingzhuo glanced at the shoes on her feet.
Hsieh Ching-Tzu wore a sweater set today, pure white cashmere, an off-the-shoulder top, a short skirt, and khaki slouch shoes with a slight heel.
These shoes are not very suitable for walking.
He said, "Let's drive there. We might have a lot of stuff on the way back, so it won't be convenient to carry it."
Xie Qingci thought about it and realized that it was true. In the past, she always went with her nanny, who would bring a shopping cart, so she didn't need to carry anything by hand.
Looking at their outfits again today, well... it seems neither of them is suited to pulling a stroller.
So he could only reply, "Okay."
On the drive to the supermarket, Liang Jingzhuo brought up the questions Ms. Zhuang had just raised with him: "What are your thoughts on the wedding style and the wedding photos?"
Xie Qingci was holding her phone, replying to the constant stream of private messages asking questions, when she heard this and turned to look at the person in question.
It seems she hasn't considered this issue yet.
Do you have any thoughts?
She didn't have many friends or classmates who had held weddings, so she didn't have many options to consider.
Following Ms. Zhuang's instructions, Liang Jingzhuo said, "I'm fine with anything, it mainly depends on what you're willing to do."
After saying that, he turned his head to look at her and said, "Or, we can decide on the style of our wedding photos first. What kind do you want? Studio or destination wedding photography, either is fine."
Xie Qingci thought of his seamless work schedule, "Do you have time for a travel photoshoot?"
He nodded: "Yes, things will be a bit easier after the project starts next week. You can think about it first."
The arrangements for the wedding suddenly came into view, and the sense of reality I had never felt on the day of the marriage registration suddenly seemed to be taking shape.
They really are getting married.
Xie Qingci put down her phone and replied, "Okay."
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