Chapter 82 Prenuptial Agreement Expiration (Complete)
Jiang Ranxu's standards for selecting adopters were even higher than those for choosing blind date partners. Unsurprisingly, the cat they found was a disaster, and they hadn't found a suitable adopter by the Spring Festival.
This world is so heartless! In this case, Jiang Ranxu deleted the adoption post from Meng Weishen's account and kept the kitten for the time being.
Once the decision was made, there was no stopping them. They sporadically took the cat to get three vaccinations, dewormed it, and bathed and groomed it. Neutering was also on the schedule.
Cats are highly adaptable pets. They might be skinny and dirty when they stray, but within a few weeks of being brought home, they've transformed into goddesses. Their fur is smooth, their eyes are bright, and their bodies are healthy.
Jiang Ranxu once told his therapist he was afraid of furry animals, and they suggested he try exposure therapy by touching pets. However, exposure therapy requires a gradual approach, from easy to difficult. He tried between a beagle and a long-haired cat, naturally choosing the latter as his first choice.
Following the consultant's advice, Jiang Ranxu gently touched the kitten's head and back for 30 seconds. If nothing happened, he extended the contact time and increased the surface area.
After several contacts, he gradually realized that this little thing smelled quite heady, its head actually smelling like buttered popcorn, which easily gave people the illusion of being clean and sweet. Unlike Qin Shi Huang, who would stink if he didn't take a bath for a week.
So the treatment took a different turn. Jiang Ranxu picked up the cat and buried his face in its tiny head, letting the aroma of buttered popcorn fill his lungs.
As a result, the cat reacted more strongly than the human. Mimi kicked him away, leaving him covered in white hair.
This made Jiang Ranxu feel a bit frustrated. He might as well go back to sucking Meng Weishen... Generally speaking, the other party did not shed hair, had no odor, and was very well-behaved, willing to be kissed and hugged at will. The downside was that he had too much energy, and every day he had to run around in a roller called work.
Even more frustrating, he discovered a fundamental difference between cats and dogs. Cats grew lazy and aloof over time, requiring a polite distance from humans. Dogs, on the other hand, were overly enthusiastic. Whenever he searched the house for the cat, they'd eagerly leap into his arms, replacing his playmate with their own.
While Meng Weishen was recovering from his right hand injury, Jiang Ranxu was also responsible for walking his dog. More precisely, they went out together, Meng Weishen was responsible for handling the excrement and providing technical guidance, while he was responsible for keeping the leash on Qin Shi Huang, who was charging forward.
Meng Weishen still harbored lingering fears about his mental health issues. Whenever Qin Shi Huang tried to pounce on his trouser legs, Meng Weishen would rush forward, using his calves to push the dog away, fearing they would cause another commotion. It was more tiring than holding the leash himself.
On an ordinary night, Qin Shi Huang fell in love at first sight with a braised food vendor outside the community. He squatted in front of the food cart and wagged his tail vigorously, and he couldn't be pulled away.
Jiang Ranxu had no choice but to buy it a small piece of pig liver. Qin Shihuang hummed with excitement, and when he bent down to put the pig liver and plastic bowl on the ground, he licked the back of his hand with his tongue.
Meng Weishen was startled and immediately took out an alcohol wipe, trying to press it on the back of his hand. Jiang Ranxu was surprisingly calm. The cold alcohol slowly seeped into his skin, and he didn't breathe fast or feel his scalp tingling.
In the second half of walking the dog, Meng Weishen was particularly excited and kept pestering him to ask how he overcame his psychological barriers.
Jiang Ranxu himself struggled to explain the reason. Obsessive thinking itself was a tangled mess of hair, its entanglements devoid of any logic.
As for how the hairball was straightened out, it was probably thanks to Qin Shi Huang's last tug—it actually got a little bit better. The remaining half was probably burned in the incinerator along with the culprit.
Meng Weishen couldn't figure out the reason for him, he was just happy. He kissed him on the lips again, "Thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for taking in my dog and me. You were obviously... afraid of dogs at that time."
"I just wanted to find a way to trick you into living together." Jiang Ranxu found it funny. "Can this be called taking someone in? Someone as stupid as you is easily abducted."
Meng Weishen sometimes resembles Qin Shi Huang, whining to express his wishes: "Why don't we take in the kitten?"
Jiang Ranxu stared at Qin Shihuang sweeping away the pig liver, and said nothing: "You think of a name for the cat first."
"I can't think of it. Should I call him Emperor Wu of Han?"
"No. Call Luna."
"What's so particular?"
"The Roman goddess of the moon. The moon was beautiful the night I found it."
"Don't be so mean. You've already thought about it, and you're asking me on purpose." Meng Weishen kicked him lightly with his calf. "You gave it a name, so you have to keep it forever."
It’s okay to change the name after the baby is adopted... Jiang Ranxu made up a poor excuse in his heart, but he didn’t say it out loud.
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Through Meng Weishen, Jiang Ranxu conveyed his mother's suggestion for renovating the old house. He said that all the clutter in the room should be thrown away so that it would be easier to replace the old with the new later.
So the cleaning team worked in his house for three days, carrying out several black garbage bags half a person's height. Not to mention the garbage, waste, and broken appliances, they even helped to remove the rusty baffle on the second floor.
On the day of the inspection, the room was as empty as a newly folded square gift box. Light poured in through the doors and windows, making it easy to find a corner to stay.
Jiang Ranxu stood in the middle of the room, the light making his back feel hot.
He looked around the house for any trace of his childhood, but found nothing. So where had the panic, filth, and chaos of his nightmares gone? Had they been cleared away at their source?
Relaxed, Jiang Ranxu gradually understood the word.
During this time, Guan Ping stayed at a church member's home a hundred meters away, occasionally returning to supervise the work. The cleaning team reported that Guan Ping didn't stop them, but she shed a few tears for no apparent reason. At her insistence, a box of old items was left in the house.
An old photo album used to store old photos of her parents. The photo on the last page was taken in 1989, the year she married Jiang Shaogang.
A second-hand Longines watch, a luxury item she bought with her first month's salary. The hands had stopped working a few years ago, and it was uncertain whether it could be repaired at a watch shop.
The Model Worker Medal is an honor awarded to female employees on International Women's Day at the factory.
The copper table lamp with a shell lampshade, which Jiang Shao brought her as a wedding gift from Shanghai, sold for hundreds of yuan in the 1990s. The Shanghai currency is indeed Shanghai currency.
Jiang Ranxu had group photos of his junior high and high school graduating classes; the elementary school ones were lost. In the corner of the last row of photos, Jiang Ranxu found himself, thin and unsmiling, like a piece of eerie mold. He was the mold that grew from this room.
Guan Ping said that she remembered that the desk lamp was very beautiful when it was on, so she kept it for Jiang Ranxu to take back.
Jiang Ranxu wanted to refuse, but being in this warm and comfortable little house, he couldn't say no.
That night, Jiang Ranxu replaced the light bulb in the desk lamp, plugged in the power strip, and the desk lamp flickered and lit up.
The shell lampshades were all painted with dark green paint. Initially, they were nothing special, until the moment the light was turned on, their beauty was revealed to its fullest extent - the light passed through the lampshades, and green spots of light sprinkled into the bedroom, leaving a whole expanse of shimmering lake water.
He turned the light towards Meng Weishen. Meng Weishen's cheek was immersed in the clear lake water, swaying with the waves, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Jiang Ranxu said, "Come on, it's time for today's inspection."
Meng Weishen stretched out his right hand and let him hold it, examining each finger one by one.
"Your wound is healing well. Remember to come for a checkup tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you, Dr. Jiang."
"You fantasize about being a doctor all day. Next time I should take home a white coat. Will you sleep that night?"
Jiang Ranxu sneered, his lips landing on the back of Meng Weishen's hand, then moving up to kiss the burning artery in his neck. The violently beating pulse made his lips and teeth itch, and if he applied a little more force, he could taste blood.
Meng Weishen snorted softly, "I don't have any."
Jiang Ranxu ruthlessly exposed the other party: "You've already reacted, and you still want to quibble."
"Okay, okay, you're right. I like doctors, but only those with the last name Jiang."
"You like me because you like doctors?"
Meng Weishen seemed impatient, trying to perfunctorily kiss him before getting to the point. Jiang Ranxu insisted on pressing the issue, pinching Meng Weishen's arms and forcing him to sit upright in front of him.
Meng Weishen had no choice but to correct his attitude: "I like everything about you."
"Even if I lied to you?"
"You're not allowed to think of yourself as something bad. You're a professional and responsible doctor. Did you make this up, too?"
"actually……"
"I don't care. I've always thought so."
Jiang Ranxu surrendered. Meng Weishen always spoke the truth earnestly, even when it was embarrassing. This was a unique social talent.
They kept the shell lamp on. Using the light, Jiang Ranxu explored Meng Weishen's entire body. He made another discovery:
The ear piercing that Meng Weishen had done to show his rebelliousness was not pierced with nails. The piercing site has basically healed, leaving a shallow depression.
There is a small scar on the back of Meng Weishen's shoulder. He said that when he was a child, his father did not hold him firmly and he fell to the ground with a bang.
The blood vessels in Meng Weishen's lower abdomen forked at the ends, disappearing into the flesh and revealing a very light blue color.
It was over, and they lay there quietly, letting the warm water flow over them. In the middle of the night, a light snowflake began to fall, and the snowflakes rustled against the bedroom window.
Meng Weishen moved to the window to watch the snow, his breath leaving a layer of white mist between the glass.
Before they got married, Jiang Ranxu had always looked forward to extreme weather. Thunderstorms, heavy snow, sandstorms, anything. In a doomsday-like moment, he could legitimately ask Meng Weishen for a ride home.
Unfortunately, the victim himself was completely unaware of this. Meng Weishen looked at the snowflakes and said, "Tomorrow, our prenuptial agreement will expire."
"Tomorrow is our first wedding anniversary." Jiang Ranxu corrected, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
Meng Weishen counted on his fingers: "In the morning, I held a celebration with the department to celebrate the successful delivery of the product. In the afternoon, I went to the 4S dealership to pick up the car and spend my performance bonus. I don't have to take a taxi to work anymore. Most importantly, I get to spend the night with you."
"Just staying together? Don't you want to go somewhere or eat?"
"You must have thought about it a long time ago, and you still come to ask me on purpose." Meng Weishen now knows him too well, and even guesses his evil intentions clearly. "I'll follow your arrangements."
Jiang Ranxu smiled: "Okay. From now on, just follow my arrangements every year."
Meng Weishen was still a little unaware. Jiang Ranxu had already created a mind map titled "Anniversary," and it was almost scheduled for ten years into the future.
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