Chapter 57 Qingyun "I'm sorry."
Jiang Mingxue: "?"
What a dirty trick!
She pinched two fingers together and said, "You said you wouldn't hold a grudge against a child, but you're so petty you can hardly see your own heart."
Rong Chengzhou smiled but remained silent.
Jiang Mingxue was unaware of Ning Yanzhe's thoughts and naturally couldn't understand why he did this.
He put Ning Yanzhe's exclusive invitation aside and placed his hand on Jiang Mingxue's waist: "Are you sleepy?"
Jiang Mingxue shook her head: "It's alright."
Rong Chengzhou held her with one arm and picked up a calligraphy brush with the other, showing no intention of putting her down: "Then write with me for a while."
Jiang Mingxue looked down at his hand on her waist and her legs hanging naturally in the air: "Is this enough to keep you company?"
Rong Chengzhou curled his lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing: "Just sit like this."
Jiang Mingxue watched as he used a paperweight to hold down both ends, gripped the pen with one hand, and his wrist didn't tremble at all when he wrote.
For a moment, she forgot she was still sitting on his lap, and sat up straight, craning her neck to look.
"Rong Chengzhou, why do you have so many skills?" she asked curiously.
He can ride horses, shoot guns, fly planes, practice calligraphy, rock climb, fish, cook, and design wedding ring patterns. There's almost nothing he can't do, and he excels at every single one.
After finishing a stroke, Rong Chengzhou dipped the brush in the inkstone and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because of my 2G internet connection."
I forget who complained about it, but I rarely use my phone, which naturally frees up a lot of time to expand my knowledge and skills.
Jiang Mingxue said in surprise, "I rarely use my phone either."
Rong Chengzhou sneered: "Because you studied medicine."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
The truth has pierced my heart.
Being in an industry where you can succeed in anything after leaving medicine, there's really no time to expand your extracurricular knowledge.
Rong Chengzhou chuckled, then comforted her: "I'm a few years older than you, so naturally I have more experience. You manage over a hundred clinics all by yourself, and you still find time to learn skydiving. You're much more capable than me."
"Moreover, from these few times of teaching you to ride horses, shoot, and fly helicopters, it's clear that you have a strong learning ability."
He held her with one arm around her, his gentle voice whispering in her ear:
“Our Peipei just doesn’t have time to learn, not that she can’t learn.”
His voice was cold and indifferent, yet it was most tender when he called her by her nickname. The last syllable was drawn out slightly, soft and gentle, stirring a wave of warmth in the listener's heart.
The praise and affirmation kept reaching Jiang Mingxue's ears, and she turned to look at him hopefully: "Rong Chengzhou, do you really think I'm amazing?"
The man nodded, his tone somewhat solemn: "Of course."
His deep eyes did not conceal his admiration for her.
Jiang Mingxue suppressed the curve of her lips and turned her head away with restraint.
She didn't want Rong Chengzhou to see her pathetic smile when praised.
Rong Chengzhou writes very quickly, but he deliberately slowed down when writing the invitation, especially when writing her name.
Jiang Mingxue tilted her head slightly, gently supporting her chin as she watched him write, occasionally helping him hold the paperweight or reaching out to press down the paper.
It was a very boring thing, but the two of them were completely absorbed in it.
About twenty minutes later, Rong Chengzhou finished writing a few more pages.
Jiang Mingxue was already skilled at assisting him, thoughtfully spreading out the written invitations on the table to dry the ink.
Just as the first few invitations were almost finished drying, she leaned over and carefully collected them, placing them on top of the stack of completed invitations.
She kept moving, sliding her body down a few inches on Rong Chengzhou's lap, and then shifting upwards as she sat back down.
But he accidentally bumped into something and suddenly his body froze.
Rong Chengzhou paused, lifting the brush tip slightly off the Xuan paper.
His magnetic voice was noticeably hoarse: "Peipei, sit down a bit."
Jiang Mingxue's ears immediately burned, and she obediently moved closer to his knees.
She spoke cautiously, "Or should I go back to my room and wait for you?"
The man's breathing became slightly heavier, but his tone remained steady: "No need."
He tightened his grip on her waist, finished writing the last line with one hand, placed the brush on the brush rest, then picked her up, turned off the study light, and returned to the master bedroom.
He walked past the smelly bear lying on the ground and put her on the bed: "Go to sleep early, I'm going to take a shower."
“...Oh.” Jiang Mingxue buried her head in the blanket, only her eyes showing.
She gazed at Rong Chengzhou's retreating figure, her eyes glistening with a slight moisture.
It seems they are rebuilding trust. These days, Rong Chengzhou has been afraid of offending her, so he has been holding back.
Jiang Mingxue's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of reluctance appeared in her eyes.
Perhaps she could try to accept him completely.
Jiang Mingxue had to go to work the next day, so she fell asleep before Rong Chengzhou came out, without even thinking of picking up the plush bear.
As she was leaving after breakfast, Rong Chengzhou took out a stack of invitations from his study and handed them to her: "These are from your clinic. It's more appropriate for you to distribute them personally. The others can have the housekeeper deliver them in a couple of days."
There were more than thirty letters in total, and to make sure she could carry them easily, we wrapped them in kraft paper envelopes.
Jiang Mingxue took it and asked in surprise, "How did you write so fast?"
She remembered that it took Rong Chengzhou at least seven or eight minutes to write a letter last night.
Rong Chengzhou picked up the car keys: "Write this one first."
Actually, Jiang Mingxue had quite a few colleagues and relatives. He sat in his study all day yesterday morning, and after running early this morning, he wrote a few more pages before he finally finished writing.
He brushed these asides with a nonchalant remark, then pressed the elevator button: "Let's go."
Jiang Mingxue followed in his footsteps, stood in the elevator, and looked down at the thick file bag in her hand.
I suddenly feel a little reluctant to send out such a precious invitation.
Upon arriving at the clinic, Jiang Mingxue first announced the good news of her upcoming wedding. Then, amidst the enthusiastic blessings of the doctors and apprentices, she took out the invitations and distributed them according to the names on the invitations: "Everyone, you don't need to prepare any monetary gifts. There's no such custom at the wedding."
"Thank you, Curator! Wow, it's Jin Ge! This meal must cost over a thousand per person, right?"
"More than that? A thousand is just the cheapest price. The scale of the wedding will definitely be several times more expensive, not even including venue and hospitality fees."
"Huh? Why is it so expensive?! Waaah, curator, you should at least accept some monetary gifts, otherwise we'll feel bad about getting such an expensive wedding banquet for free."
Jiang Mingxue smiled and said, "No need. Chengzhou said there's a discount for larger groups, so everyone can eat more."
"I'm so happy! The boss's father is so generous; he and the boss's mother will definitely be together forever!!"
Jiang Mingxue replied with a thank you.
A sharp-eyed apprentice noticed: "Hey? Is the handwriting on this invitation handwritten? It doesn't look printed."
Jiang Mingxue nodded and smiled: "Yes, Cheng Zhou wrote all these invitations by hand, each one taking more than ten minutes to write."
They specifically emphasized that they didn't want to show off their relationship, but rather hoped that the couple wouldn't discard the items carelessly.
The apprentices and doctors at the clinic are all very kind people. One doctor remarked, "This handwriting is like that of a calligrapher. Dr. Jiang's husband really put his heart into it. Don't worry, I've lived for forty years and this is the first time I've received a handwritten invitation from a groom. I'll definitely keep it safe when I get home."
"I can do that too! Nowadays, people use electronic invitations, and you rarely see printed paper invitations anymore, let alone handwritten ones."
"I'm almost moved to tears. The boss's dad really loves the boss's mom so much, sob sob."
"......"
Invitations have been sent out one by one, and many blessings have already been received.
The clinic was filled with a joyous atmosphere. As Jiang Mingxue watched everyone holding red and gold-embossed invitations and discussing what wedding gifts to prepare for her, she finally felt a real sense that she was getting married.
--
"Brother Rong, don't tell me you wrote this invitation yourself."
At 3 p.m., in a private room at Jingyunhui, Yu Feijie held the invitation in disbelief and asked...
Rong Chengzhou leaned back on the sofa and lifted his eyelids slightly: "Could it be that you wrote it?"
Yu Feijie: "......"
She silently gave him a thumbs up: "What a good man."
Song Shaojun laughed and said, "I told you before, Brother Rong has already fallen in love."
Pei Yichuan flipped through the invitations, sneered, and tossed them onto the coffee table: "I'm not going. I wasn't even invited to be a best man, and they still want me to go and help out."
Rong Chengzhou lightly tapped the sofa armrest with his fingertips: "I won't help, but I'll be your best man at your wedding."
Pei Yichuan: "..."
"Hahahaha—" Yu Feijie and Song Shaojun laughed as they leaned back on the sofa. "Brother Rong is really vicious."
A married person serving as a groomsman is considered an omen that the newlyweds' marriage will not be smooth sailing.
Pei Yichuan, bearing the humiliation, picked up the invitation again: "Fine, I'll give you face."
After all, he was the first of the four brothers to get married, and the group chatted and laughed in the private room, discussing the wedding arrangements.
The lively atmosphere was interrupted by a cell phone ringing.
Rong Chengzhou picked up his phone from the coffee table and saw a number on the caller ID that started with four zeros. His relaxed expression tightened slightly.
He picked up his phone and stood up: "I'm going to answer this call."
The three then argued in the private room about trivial matters such as what games to play on the wedding day and whether or not to have a wedding night prank.
Five minutes later, the door to the private room opened again, and Rong Chengzhou walked in from outside with a cold expression.
Yu Feijie asked, "What's wrong, Brother Rong?"
His hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched into fists. Rong Chengzhou's jawline tightened as he picked up his coat from the sofa.
"I'm going back."
--
It wasn't far to drive from Jingyunhui to Yuanhe Medical Clinic. When we arrived at the clinic, it was only four o'clock, and Jiang Mingxue hadn't finished get off work yet.
There were quite a few patients with colds and fevers due to the changing seasons; there were two whole rows of people waiting in the lobby.
Rong Chengzhou leaned against the SUV, his shadow growing longer and longer in the twilight. The sycamore trees at the intersection were lifted by the wind and then slowly fell.
As darkness fell, he stood beside the car, his posture barely changing.
He didn't move his eyebrows until the streetlights came on; the clinic's lights were still on.
Jiang Mingxue glanced at her watch; it was already 8 p.m., and she hadn't left work yet.
Rong Chengzhou stood at the door and looked into the clinic.
This is the first time I've wanted to see her, yet I'm afraid to.
Half an hour later, Jiang Mingxue finally finished her work and learned from her apprentice that Rong Chengzhou had been waiting for her at the door. She didn't even have time to take off her medical gown before taking off her gloves and walking out of the clinic.
Her long white gown fluttered in the wind as she practically ran out.
After a busy day, her already fair complexion looked somewhat tired.
But when you look at him, your eyes shine with an intimidating light.
She stopped in front of him, slightly out of breath, and looked up at him: "Why have you been waiting outside for so long..."
I'm not coming in.
Before she could finish speaking, the man in front of her raised his hand and held her tightly in his arms, the tightness as if he wanted to meld her into his body.
Under the dim streetlights, the man's chin rested on the crook of her neck, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
He closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and deep.
He uttered only three words slowly:
"sorry."
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