Chapter 41 No Rooms for the Time Being
The large room was only illuminated by the bedside lamp, which emitted a faint orange light. The man's sharp profile now appeared softer.
Jiang Yimian sat huddled on the bed for a long time before finally speaking: "I agree to marry you."
The sudden remark made Bo Jinzhou think he was hallucinating.
"But I have two conditions."
Jiang Yimian gripped the blanket tighter and tighter, a little nervous: "First, I... I might not be as outstanding as you imagine."
"If you think I'm a disgrace, we can get a divorce anytime, but you have to give me a large sum of money as compensation."
Bo Jinzhou interrupted her: "I've never thought about divorce."
Jiang Yimian's lips moved slightly, and Bo Jinzhou said again, "You finished your postgraduate studies a long time ago."
"Because of Lu Yiwan's suppression, I've been delayed in graduating. Am I right?"
Jiang Yimian nodded blankly.
The rumors about her from the outside world have always been less than those about Lu Yiwan.
In terms of talent, influence, appearance, and achievements, none of them can compare to Lu Yiwan.
"Secondly, I haven't gotten used to it yet, so we won't be sharing a room for now."
Bo Jinzhou's narrow, dark eyes were deep and unfathomable. After a long silence, he finally said, "Fine, when you're willing."
Bo Jinzhou stood up and held out his hand, "Come here."
Jiang Yimian hesitated, and Bo Jinzhou was displeased: "You already promised to marry me, are you having second thoughts?"
Before she could speak, Bo Jinzhou forcefully pulled off the blanket, scooped her up, and placed his large palms on her waist.
"Princess Mianmian was the most famous person in Yanjing back then. I am the one who is worthy of her."
She rose to fame at a young age, and was hailed as a child prodigy at only fourteen. Her mother is a famous jewelry designer whose works are collected by the National Museum of China. Her mentor is one of the most influential jewelry design masters in the world, and was once invited by the British Royal Family to design a crown for the Queen.
Her senior colleague is now a world-renowned jewelry designer, while she is constantly withering away.
Jiang Yimian reached out and pushed him: "Just talk, don't get physical."
Bo Jinzhou hugged her tightly, saying, "Jiang Yimian, you can't regret this."
Jiang Yimian: "Probably not."
Bo Jinzhou, with a serious and cold expression, turned her face to him and asked, "What do you mean by 'no way'?"
Jiang Yimian touched her chin guiltily: "It just means I don't know how."
Bo Jinzhou lowered his head and tentatively kissed her. Jiang Yimian did not move, her beautiful eyes open like jewels. Bo Jinzhou stopped after a light kiss and said, "Sleep a little longer. We'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau when it's light."
Jiang Yimian: "It might not be quite right yet."
Bo Jinzhou narrowed his eyes and glanced at her.
"Your uncle doesn't agree with us."
Bo Jinzhou said with a disdainful look, "He's not my father."
Jiang Yimian: "..."
Jiang Yimian wasn't worried about him spreading the video; she was the victim, and she had done nothing wrong.
She only allowed herself to be hurt by this video once.
"If outsiders find out, it will affect you."
Seeing her concern for him, Bo Jinzhou held her hand and kissed the back of it: "Don't worry, I've taken care of everything."
Jiang Yimian calmly withdrew her hand. "Go to sleep."
She was facing away when suddenly a broad, muscular chest pressed against her from behind, startling Jiang Yimian.
Bo Jinzhou rested his chin on the crook of her neck and said in a low voice, "Hold me while I sleep."
He turned off the bedside lamp, and Jiang Yimian only breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the man behind her breathing evenly. Her eyes were bright and alert in the darkness until it was dawn outside.
When Bo Jinzhou woke up, she closed her eyes, and the man behind her went to the bathroom to wash up.
Jiang Yimian got out of bed and rubbed her fluffy long hair.
She was wearing pajamas, a slip dress style, with rounded, slender shoulders and skin as white and delicate as milk.
The curtains opened automatically, and she stood by the French windows looking outside.
It snowed all night, and the outside was covered in silver, just like a scene from an animated movie I used to watch.
When Bo Jinzhou came out of the bathroom, he saw her small figure standing there motionless.
Bo Jinzhou: "Want to play in the snow?"
Jiang Yimian shook her head and went to the bathroom to wash up.
The maid came up to deliver clothes: two custom-made white shirts, a matching couple's style.
The other person's name was embroidered on the collar.
Jiang Yimian saw it, but still changed into it.
Before setting off, she glanced at her phone again; everything was calm.
The car headed to Yenching University.
Jiang Yimian moved her household registration out when she was eighteen years old, and she became the head of the household.
She had originally said that she could just leave the car at the school gate and pick it up herself, but Bo Jinzhou wouldn't allow it and made Master Zhang drive it in, making a conspicuous scene downstairs in the graduate student apartment building.
Everyone turned to look at the car, which was worth tens of millions. For the first time, Jiang Yimian felt that being so rich was quite dramatic.
She had been frugal for years, and everyone knew Jiang Yimian was poor, so they were all surprised to see her get out of the luxury car.
The surprise in his eyes turned into an expression of knowing it was true.
Jiang Yimian ignored everyone's gaze and went straight upstairs.
As soon as the door opened, Chen Qingqing asked in a sharp and sarcastic tone, "Which sugar daddy sent you back this time?"
Jiang Yimian ignored it and started looking for her documents. She opened the box in the drawer, but her ID card and household registration book were not there.
She frowned, and Chen Qingqing stood up behind her. "Is this what you're looking for?"
Jiang Yimian turned around, her expression indifferent: "Give it back to me."
Chen Qingqing crossed her arms and smiled contemptuously: "Jiang Yimian, are you really planning to marry a fat, big-eared old man?"
"You have excellent taste."
Jiang Yimian reached out and snatched the ID back, and Chen Qingqing didn't dodge and just let go of it.
"Now that you're a rich wife, you can have all those designer clothes and bags in your closet. Your husband is rich anyway, you can have as much as you want in the future, you'll never run out of money."
Jiang Yimian looked up and realized that she was wearing clothes that Bo Jinzhou had bought for her, and a Tiffany necklace with the latest design around her neck.
Her wardrobe also showed signs of having been rummaged through, and Jiang Yimian took out her phone and took a picture of her directly.
Chen Qingqing shouted, "What are you doing? Don't take pictures of me, you're violating my portrait rights."
Jiang Yimian patted the messy wardrobe and drawers again, "I will inform the school about your theft, and you will have to pay me back for all of these things you used. I am a germaphobe and cannot use other people's leftovers."
She glanced at the jewelry she was wearing. "Tiffany Lock series, 26,000. The bag on your table is Hermes, and the accessories you're wearing are your coat and base layer. Let's say it's 200,000."
Chen Qingqing's face turned pale with fright. She quickly took off the clothes and handed them back to her, saying, "I just wanted to try them on. Why are you being so petty? Here, here, take them back."
Jiang Yimian didn't take it, but just smiled faintly, her delicate and beautiful face cold: "I said, I won't take what others have left over."
Chen Qingqing was furious but dared not damage the clothes, so she threw them on her chair and said, "You're trying to extort money from me, I can sue you."
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