Chapter 134 Cute Village Girl VS Innocent Educated Youth (20)
afterwards.
Jiang Zhiyi sighed inwardly. Cheng Jiahe really was an ignorant young master who was often self-centered and always stubbornly insisted on doing things his own way.
However, he is very proactive, which isn't always an advantage, as seen in the incident just now. If someone else were to accuse him of hooliganism, his name would be stained for life.
“Cheng Jiahe…” Jiang Zhiyi thought calmly for a moment, then smiled at him, “Come a little closer.”
Cheng Jiahe obediently moved closer.
Jiang Zhiyi slapped him twice.
His head was knocked to the side, and the red mark on his face was particularly noticeable. He lowered his eyes, and his pupils darkened.
“I don’t like what happened just now. I’ll let it go this time, but you can’t do it again,” she said.
Cheng Jiahe remained silent for the time being.
He had already decided they would get married, which is why he did this. He took off the jade pendant he was wearing.
It was a white jade pendant, warm in color, delicate in texture, and translucent. He had worn it since he was a child. He tied the jade pendant around her neck; it still held his warmth.
"It's for protection. I've worn it since I was a child and have nurtured it for a long time. It has a spirit, so please don't take it off."
Jiang Zhiyi looked down at the jade pendant. It was clearly very valuable, probably a family heirloom given to him by his family.
“I don’t want to,” she said.
Unlike money, something this important, he'll definitely make me return it after we break up.
"What's given to you is yours, wear it carefully."
Cheng Jiahe bent down to help her put on her socks, and he saw a faint teeth mark on her calf.
...
Contrary to Cheng Jiahe's expectations, their relationship did not become closer after the last incident; on the contrary, it seemed to have reached a freezing point.
They hadn't seen each other for several days.
He didn't dare to go to her casually.
That day, Jiang Zhiyi was washing clothes by the river. The weather was still quite warm, and since she arrived late, there were hardly any people left. She put all the clothes on the stone slab.
"Sigh." Jiang Zhiyi sighed.
She was still using the soap Cheng Jiahe had given her. She used to use soapberry soap, but now she was used to using regular soap because it cleaned her better and smelled nice.
Cheng Jiahe suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, "Let me wash you; the river water is too cold."
"I don't want you to wash me." She didn't even look up.
"I'll wash them for you." Cheng Jiahe squatted down next to her and snatched the clothes away.
Jiang Zhiyi was completely helpless against him.
She was actually a little tired of squatting, so since he had extra energy, she let him wash, and let him wash to his heart's content.
Cheng Jiahe clearly came with a purpose, so he would glance at her every now and then, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
"You better take this seriously, or you're not washing at all," she said fiercely.
Just as Cheng Jiahe was about to say something, she lost her grip, and one of her socks floated away with the river.
"My socks!" By the time Jiang Zhiyi saw them, the socks had already drifted into a whirlpool somewhere in the middle of the river.
"Go back now, don't bother me here!"
"I didn't mean to." Cheng Jiahe was extremely worried. Now, his attempts to make peace had failed, and he had only angered her further. "I'll go and get it back for you."
Jiang Zhiyi immediately grabbed him and said, "You can't swim. If you drown over a sock, won't your family blame me?"
"Never mind, hurry up and wash, otherwise the clothes won't dry." Jiang Zhiyi brought over the small wooden basin from the side.
It took him almost an hour to finish washing all the clothes. Cheng Jiahe, holding the wooden basin, said, "I'll go back with you to hang the clothes to dry."
Jiang Zhiyi didn't say anything and walked straight home.
She walked very fast, not wanting to wait for him at all, and he chased after her.
"Are you still angry with me? Please don't be upset, okay?" he said.
"..." Jiang Zhiyi remained silent.
“I was wrong last time, I will never do it again, please don’t ignore me,” he said again.
"..." She remained silent.
"Go ahead and beat me up to vent your anger. If that doesn't work, go and report me to the captain."
"Are you stupid?!" Jiang Zhiyi laughed in anger. "You shut up right now."
In the courtyard, Cheng Jiahe hung the washed clothes one by one on bamboo poles to dry.
Jiang Zhiyi had already gone inside and ignored him.
Jiang Jiadong was sweeping the yard, where there were many withered leaves blown in by the wind.
"Jiadong, tell your sister that you want to come to my house to play with toy cars tonight. I'll buy you the latest toys then."
"No, my sister said that if I don't listen to her and run around everywhere, she'll break my legs."
Cheng Jiahe remained silent.
"Did you have a fight with my sister?" Jiang Jiadong, though young, was precocious and could tell at a glance that something was wrong between them.
"Yes." Cheng Jiahe was in low spirits.
"Why did you argue?" Jiang Jiadong asked.
"Children shouldn't meddle in adults' affairs."
“You can write her an apology letter,” Jiang Jiadong thought for a moment. “If you need it, I can give you my little red flower; you can stick it on the letter. Didn’t my sister give you a little red flower last time?”
"When did she ever give me a little red flower?" Cheng Jiahe asked, puzzled.
“It was when we went to the county town a couple of days ago. Your sister left you a note under the big stone at the door, and she even asked me for a little red flower to stick on it.”
Cheng Jiahe then realized that she had remembered to tell him about this, and that he had misunderstood her.
At this moment, his feelings were very complicated.
He went home and brought back a calligraphy piece he had written for her, with her name on it. She had mentioned before that she wanted to hang one in her room.
He had actually written it a long time ago and even stamped it with his seal, but the shelf he had specially prepared for her hadn't been delivered yet. Now that everything was complete, he could go and get it for her.
He knocked on Jiang Zhiyi's door.
"What are you doing?" She opened the door.
"I'm bringing you this. Didn't you say you wanted it?" Cheng Jiahe handed the item to her.
Seeing that she wasn't very resistant, he asked again, "May I come in? I'll help you hang it on the wall."
Jiang Zhiyi didn't stop him. She turned around and went into the house, saying, "I don't have anywhere to hang it here. You can just throw it in the corner where you put miscellaneous items."
Cheng Jiahe dared not refute, so he put the things on the table in the room, when he suddenly noticed something.
He noticed that the paper used to prop up the table legs was a familiar color. He bent down and took the paper out. Wasn't this the letter he had written to her before?
"You used my letter to prop up the table?" Cheng Jiahe was a little surprised, as she always accepted his letters with a smile back then.
Jiang Zhiyi was caught red-handed. "I...I just used it as a pad! I'm already being kind by not throwing it away!"
“I’ve kept all the letters you gave me carefully, and I often take them out to read. And you often misspell my name in them, but I’ve never blamed you for it…” Cheng Jiahe protested.
"..." She remained silent.
Cheng Jiahe took her hand and said, "Let's make up, okay?"
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