Chapter 70 Clothes
◎ "You can always confirm that I love you"◎
The wedding ceremony was similar to what was shown on TV, but after being there in person, Jiang Siyue was still so moved that her nose felt sore. Looking at Min Sui and Zhou Yan on the stage, as well as both sets of parents, they were all crying.
Zhao Yan noticed her tears, handed her a tissue, and asked, "Do you want to have a wedding?"
Jiang Siyue took the tissue and shook her head firmly.
Jiang Siyue saw the meaning of the ceremony and became even more repulsed.
Zhao Yan didn't ask why.
After hesitating for a while, Jiang Siyue made up her mind and whispered to Zhao Yan, "I don't want to cry in front of my parents, even if it's tears of emotion."
While saying this, Jiang Siyue was always paying attention to Zhao Yan's reaction. He lowered his head slightly and turned sideways, listening with a serious expression.
Jiang Siyue's tense mood relaxed, she smiled, and said naturally and casually, "I resist showing my emotions in front of them, especially these emotions that are brought about by the atmosphere of the ceremony."
"Yeah." Zhao Yan responded softly, holding her hand tightly, and said, "I understand."
After the ceremony, it was the band's turn to perform. Min Sui, who was having a great time, pulled Jiang Siyue onto the stage together. Everyone around them was laughing, and Zhao Yan, who was in the audience, was always looking at her with a gentle and calm gaze.
Jiang Siyue felt an inexplicable surge of courage, and her initial discomfort disappeared completely. She started to have fun with everyone.
But no matter how engrossed she was in playing or how happily she jumped around, as long as she raised her eyes, she would meet Zhao Yan in the audience.
During the break between songs, Jiang Siyue, exhausted from playing, waved her hand to quit the game and left from the side down the stairs. She had just been dragged around several times, and her head was dizzy and light-headed. She stumbled as she went down the last step.
"Are you okay?"
A strange voice came from behind her. Jiang Siyue instinctively took two steps back to avoid the hand he extended. Then she found that the person in front of her was Lu Jun, whom she met that night. The look in his eyes when he looked at her was a little too eager.
Jiang Siyue straightened the hanging ribbon, trying to cover the partially exposed shoulders, "You--" She caught a glimpse of Zhao Yan walking towards her from the corner of her eye, her eyes lit up with joy, "Zhao Yan!" She trotted over and hugged his waist, rubbing her little face in his arms.
Zhao Yan held her up with a faint smile, looking up at Lu Jun. Lu Jun was a few years younger than him, still a teenager, and his emotions were clearly visible in his eyes.
From the joy and surprise when he saw Jiang Siyue just now, to the disbelief when Jiang Siyue rushed over to him, all the changes in emotions were clearly visible.
Zhao Yan's lips curled up, his smile so shallow that it was invisible, and his tone was distant, "Lu Shao, long time no see, this is my wife Jiang Siyue."
"Hello, Brother Yan..." Lu Jun was in a very complicated mood at the moment. He had just returned to China to be the best man. After seeing Jiang Siyue, he was happy to have met his true love, but the result was this.
That’s not right. There was no beginning, so how could there be an ending?
I had noticed the ring on her hand before, but because it didn't look like a wedding ring, and I liked her, I subconsciously denied the possibility that Jiang Siyue was married.
"Hello, sister-in-law." Lu Jun was so miserable that he couldn't smile. He quickly found an excuse and left.
After Lu Jun left, Jiang Siyue let go of Zhao Yan's waist, breathed a sigh of relief, took Zhao Yan's hand and prepared to return to the table, but after taking two steps, she found that Zhao Yan did not move.
Jiang Siyue turned around and saw Zhao Yan's expression was a little serious, but he didn't seem angry. He seemed to be conflicted. Just as she was wondering, Zhao Yan spoke.
"Wife, I'm jealous."
"Huh?" Jiang Siyue was stunned for a moment, but then quickly realized it was probably because of Lu Jun. She was secretly happy, but she had to maintain an innocent look on her face. "Why?"
"Lu Jun opened up right in front of me, and you're still asking why?" Zhao Yan scratched the tip of her nose in punishment, not hard, and his tone was falsely "vicious." "Or the ring isn't bright enough. I'll have to bring ten back."
"Teacher Zhao, how am I supposed to type my graduation thesis?" Jiang Siyue wiggled her fingers and jokingly asked, "Are you going to help me write it or let me delay my graduation?"
Zhao Yan: "I'll help you write it."
"Really?" Jiang Siyue was skeptical. She was just a talker, and she would be scared if Zhao Yan really agreed.
Zhao Yan was helpless, "It's fake."
"Tsk!" Jiang Siyue concluded, "A master of empty promises."
“…”
The two left the ceremony stage hand in hand.
*
There was supposed to be a dinner after the formal ceremony, but Jiang Siyue was sunburned and was lying listless in the room, too weak to do anything. Zhao Yan applied medicine on her, put an ice patch on her forehead, then sat on the sofa and held her in his arms.
"I'll never wear something with a bare back like this again," Jiang Siyue said in frustration. "It's only been one afternoon, and the sun here is just too strong!"
Soon, Jiang Siyue seemed to have thought of something. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhao Yan, saying in a profound way, "Teacher Zhao, I will no longer wear revealing clothes. I think you will like this situation. Could it be that you and the sun are colluding to get me sunburned?"
As soon as she said this, Jiang Siyue realized that she was secretly testing him again.
I saw on the Internet before that as long as a man loves his girlfriend, he will never accept his girlfriend wearing revealing clothes. But when I did this today, Zhao Yan seemed to have no reaction at all. He neither stopped me verbally nor put a coat on me.
So Zhao Yan’s indifference means that he doesn’t like it that much and doesn’t care?
Jiang Siyue's eyes dimmed a little, an extremely subtle change, but Zhao Yan noticed it all.
"Yeah." Zhao Yan looked into her eyes, "Didn't I just tell you that I'm jealous?"
"Really?" Jiang Siyue shook her head. "I didn't notice."
Zhao Yan was even more certain that she was overthinking it, and without any impatience in his heart, he explained seriously: "As a very vulgar man, the moment I saw you wearing this dress, I really wanted to cover it with my coat, but on second thought, I didn't do it."
"Why?" Jiang Siyue was really curious.
Zhao Yan held her face and said, "You are an independent object, not my private property. I can't selfishly ask you not to wear this or that. I should be your support, not an obstacle."
Jiang Siyue was stunned. A sour feeling slowly crept up her heart, then quickly occupied the tip of her nose and the bottom of her eyes. After a while, she forced a laugh and said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher Zhao, I like you so much."
The sudden announcement made even someone as calm as Zhao Yan's heart skip a beat. The overwhelming joy he felt was overflowing from his eyes. He clutched her waist and said, "I know about this, but you don't seem to believe that I love you."
Sure enough, her "test" was seen through. Jiang Siyue pursed her lips and blinked a few times, trying to get away with it. "You said you are my confidence, then-"
It was so cute that he couldn't help but peck her on the lips. "Yes, I love you. You can confirm it anytime."
Jiang Siyue put her hand on his shoulder, their eyes met, and her nose felt extremely sore.
She really likes Zhao Yan, very much.
Leaning in close, she gently pressed her lips against his. Usually he was the one who took the initiative, but Jiang Siyue was very awkward at this moment, so she kissed his lips very slowly. Zhao Yan's hands on her waist trembled slightly, and he resisted the urge to press her down.
“Ding ding, ding ding ding…”
A life-threatening ringtone rang out, and Jiang Siyue jumped away and quickly handed the phone on the table to Zhao Yan. Then she frantically fixed her hair and was busy doing nothing.
Seeing her like this, Zhao Yan knew that hanging up the phone at this moment would be useless. He placed the phone horizontally between the two of them, answered the call and pressed the hands-free button.
"How is Siyue? Do you want to see a doctor?" Zhang Ying and the others were still at the dinner party, and the noise was a bit noisy.
Zhao Yan glanced at Jiang Siyue, who waved her hand hastily. He then said into the phone, "No need, she's fine."
"Oh, that's fine." Zhang Ying breathed a sigh of relief. "Things are finally settled with the Yi family. Yi Er refused to break up and went abroad to live with An Lin..."
Hearing An Lin's name, Jiang Siyue habitually wanted to hide, but Zhao Yan seemed to have predicted her movements long ago. He stopped her with one hand and silently mouthed: Why are you running?
Jiang Siyue stopped moving and continued to play with her hair while sitting on him, her ears involuntarily paying attention to the conversation.
"...Ah! You have no idea how nervous I was when Anlin told that lie." Zhang Ying sighed, "Fortunately, it was Anlin who was messing around."
Zhao Yan asked back: "Why are you so nervous?" Zhang Ying tried her best to promote this marriage, probably because his own non-marriage attitude made Zhang Ying panic.
"Of course I'm nervous!" Zhang Ying raised her voice. "The one-year agreement we made is almost up, and I'm worried you're putting on this just to get a divorce."
What one-year agreement? Jiang Siyue looked at Zhao Yan, who felt a pang of anxiety, and said in a Beijing dialect, "When did I ever make this agreement with you? You were the one planning it from the beginning. I never expressed my opinion. I got married on my own, so there's no reason for me to get divorced. You're the only one worrying about this."
After he finished speaking, he did not forget to look at Jiang Siyue to show his "sincerity".
Zhang Ying on the other end of the phone thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case, so she stopped dwelling on it. "Okay, okay, it's all in the past. I won't argue with you."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yunshan interrupted, "Take good care of Siyue. Don't be so stern all the time. She's your wife, not your student. If you act so stern all the time, you'll only scare her..."
After several more warnings, this inopportune call finally ended. Zhao Yan turned on the Do Not Disturb mode on his phone and threw it aside, looking innocent. "Do I ever scare you?"
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Siyue nodded, "When we first met, I thought you were even colder than the snow in Yunjing." Immediately, she feigned anger and said, "Don't try to change the subject. What's with the one-year agreement?"
She hadn't reacted just now. Zhao Yan knew she didn't really mind, and explaining it too clearly now would only make her unhappy, so he passed it over vaguely, "Mr. Zhang said it, I didn't really listen, so I'm not very clear."
Jiang Siyue frowned, crossed her arms and shook her head, "I don't believe it."
Zhao Yan pinched her waist, an idea came to his mind, and he pretended to be calm and said, "You let me suffer a little, and then this matter will be exposed?"
This sounded very interesting. "Okay, how do you want to endure the hardship?" Jiang Siyue came closer, a little entangled, "Revise the paper or--"
"You're on top tonight. You control the timing of entry, and the speed is up to you." Zhao Yan remained calm, speaking with a considerate tone, "If you don't let me set it, then I won't set it."
Jiang Siyue: “…”
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Jiang Siyue: I was still in Macabaka, and he had already got on the highway.
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