Chapter 25
Xiaoming spent a few days looking at the supermarket and a few days playing games.
On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, one of the employees returned to work. She said that she was just sitting around playing cards at home anyway, so it was better to come out to work. Zhou Zaiming didn't argue and gave her double the salary. Xiaoming went from being the main player to the assistant player and played even more intently.
Team up with Jiang Lan online, or solo queue if Jiang Lan is unavailable, or team up with your game friends to level up your rank rapidly.
She was surprised that she wasn't good at other games, but she actually felt quite good at this mobile game. Several players she had teamed up with before added her as a friend. Although the friend request message was the standard version, "Your skills are amazing, let's add each other as friends and play together," Xiaoming felt flattered and readily accepted the request.
As for Jiang Lan's mention of "checking up on someone," she didn't even have enough time to play games, so how would she know what "checking up on someone" meant?
Early on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Yao Xue arrived with a lunchbox, saying that her family had prepared a lot of local traditional food and her mother asked her to bring some over.
"Oh, my daughter is so thoughtful, getting up so early to help her mother with chores. Look at Jiang Lan, she hasn't even gotten out of bed yet."
Jiang's mother took the lunchbox and was about to call Jiang Lan upstairs to get up.
Yao Xue quickly stopped her: "Auntie, there's no need to call him. I'm not here to see him. I just got back and will be staying home to work and live from now on. My mom told me to get in touch with the neighbors."
Jiang's mother smiled broadly and praised her for being sensible and polite. She emptied the food from the lunchbox and filled it with fried food that she had just made that morning. Jiang Lan was going back to the city in the afternoon, and frying it now would make it easier for him to take it with him.
After seeing Yao Xue off, Jiang's mother shook her head: "Girls these days are really..."
Jiang Lan packed her luggage, had lunch, and was about to drive back to the city. Before leaving, she told her mother, "If she comes to deliver anything again, you can't accept it. Even if she comes to your door, refuse if you can."
"I know, I know, I already told you it's Chinese New Year and she said her mom asked her to deliver it to maintain good neighborly relations. How can I refuse? How many times do you have to say it? You're even more long-winded than your dad."
"Can I just not say anything? I'm afraid you'll be too embarrassed to refuse later."
"Of course I'd be willing to swallow my pride. Girls are too calculating, I can't accept that, I'll refuse, don't worry. If you want to stop this kind of thing, get married sooner rather than later, it'll all stop once you're married."
Jiang Lan nodded: "I'll try to get married as soon as possible."
Jiang Lan drove back to her own place first. The hourly worker had gone back to her hometown for the Chinese New Year, and there was a layer of dust in the house. She had arranged for a housekeeper to come to her house yesterday, and the housekeeper arrived shortly after Jiang Lan got home.
After tidying up the house, it was evening. Jiang Lan ordered takeout, ate, and then called Xiao Ming: "What are you doing?"
"Lying on the bed scrolling through my phone." Actually, I was playing games, but I had to hang up because I was on the phone; I'm probably going to get reported.
"I'll go to work tomorrow, and I'll come to your place after work."
"Okay, take off the bedspread and sofa cover and wash them. Then put my flowers outside and water them."
"I know, I'll clean up the mess and wait for you to come back. You don't need to tell me in detail."
"Capable and virtuous, I'll bring you a gift when I get back."
"Capable? Tell me in detail, how am I capable?"
Jiang Lan's low, alluring voice reached Xiao Ming's ears. She lowered her voice and put the headset to her lips: "Good cooking skills, so I guess you're capable. Quick with housework, so I guess you're capable. Most importantly, you're good at handling large parts, that's your greatest strength."
Jiang Lan was speechless after being hit with this direct attack. He took a few deep breaths and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll wait for you to come back and show you what I'm capable of."
Xiao Ming replied in a soft voice, "Okay."
Jiang Lan abruptly hung up the phone, packed her things, and drove to Xiao Ming's place that very night.
On the evening of the eighth day of the lunar new year, Xiaoming was going to the train station. She couldn't buy a high-speed rail ticket, but she managed to buy a sleeper berth that would depart that night and arrive the next morning.
When she came back, she only had a suitcase and a backpack. Now, in addition to what she brought back, she has two more packed cardboard boxes and a large red beverage bag filled with vegetables to take with her on the train.
Xiao Ming looked at it with worry: "Can I not bring it? How am I supposed to carry all this stuff?"
Zhou's father found a small folding trolley, put the things on it, tied it up, and patted it: "Your brother will see you off at the train station. Tell your boyfriend to buy a platform ticket and go in to pick you up."
Sigh, Cuihua from the village is dragging her big bags and small bags, and she's going to be Cuixi from the city again.
Before leaving, her sister-in-law pulled her into the room and whispered in her ear, "Mom told me to tell you to take precautions and only have children after you've decided to. Don't make decisions that are forced upon you, and don't make decisions that will harm your health without telling your family."
Xiao Ming blinked and nodded.
Seeing that she didn't feel any embarrassment or anger on her face, her sister-in-law pinched her cheek and said, "You're not even blushing. You have a really good mentality. I think your boyfriend is indeed good-looking. If you two have a good relationship and the conditions are right, you should get married as soon as possible."
Jiang Lan arrived at the train station early in the morning, bought a platform ticket, and waited for a while before the train arrived.
Compared to the other disheveled passengers coming out of the sleeper car, Xiaoming, pulling his luggage, stood out from the crowd.
Jiang Lan went to meet him, took the luggage, and walked with Xiao Ming towards the exit.
They were both wearing wool coats, turtleneck sweaters, dark jeans, and Doc Martens today.
The two people, with their model-like figures, looked like they were on a photoshoot, attracting the attention of passersby. They took out masks and hats, put them on skillfully, and quickly left the station.
When he got home, Xiaoming took off his clothes and went straight to the bathroom. He had been rolling around on the train all night and was really dirty.
Halfway through the shower, another hot body pressed against him from behind. The two of them were passionately washing each other inside until Xiaoming begged for mercy: "If you don't stop, I'm going to have low blood sugar."
Jiang Lan was blow-drying Xiao Ming's hair while she was sitting and eating a steamed bun. Her hair was naturally chestnut brown, thick, smooth, and felt great to the touch. It always took her a while to dry.
After finishing his milk, Xiaoming was about to get up and clear the table when Jiang Lan carried him into the bedroom: "You're full, but I'm still hungry."
With a push of his heel, the door slammed shut with a click.
From inside came Xiaoming's questioning voice: "You took a day off just to do this?"
Jiang Lan's voice was calm and unhurried: "That's right, that's why I'm doing this. I promised you I would show you how capable I am, how can I go back on my word? You shouldn't just be a giant in words, you have to keep up in actions too, you can't always be a dwarf in action."
After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoming's hoarse, slightly exasperated voice came through: "That's enough, that's enough! Any more and it'll chafe my skin."
Jiang Lan's deep, husky voice rang out: "I've already told you, you need to practice more. If you don't practice for a while, you'll regress again. That won't do."
As she spoke, she kneaded somewhere, and a series of sobs and struggles followed.
"Since your period just ended, I'll practice with you more recently, and you need to cooperate well."
"roll!"
After being cleaned up, Xiaoming lay paralyzed on the bed, letting Jiang Lan apply medicine to her. Her eyes were still red, her lips were a little swollen, and there was varying degrees of redness and swelling at the tip and inside of that area.
Jiang Lan also had two bite marks on his shoulder and arm. Fortunately, Xiao Ming's nails were round and neat, so they didn't scratch his back.
Jiang Lan, who had been acting like a submissive eunuch all afternoon, finally managed to fall asleep holding someone in her arms that night.
The next day at work, the boss gave Xiaoming a red envelope as soon as they met. She shrank back to her workstation, opened the envelope, and saw that it was as generous as expected. She decided to work hard for the boss this year as well.
At the company's annual meeting before the Spring Festival, Xiaoming received a substantial bonus and immediately ordered a pair of limited-edition basketball shoes from Jiang Lan. He checked the logistics information and saw that the shoes would arrive before he got off work. After waiting for so long, they finally arrived.
The first day back after the long holiday was a "get back into work mode" day, purely to get back into work shape. Jiang Lan, however, couldn't do that; she had to work overtime these past few days. Their product's technical versions were updated and iterated rapidly, and to avoid being left behind, everyone had to be at their peak, with overtime being the norm. He was frugal with his annual leave from last year, having used it sparingly; he'd used it yesterday to pick up Xiaoming.
When Jiang Lan entered the room and saw the new sneakers on the shoe rack, she couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised. She tried them on and they fit perfectly.
Entering the bedroom, Xiaoming was wearing headphones and leaning against the headboard, probably playing a game. She was currently most addicted to this mobile game. When she saw Jiang Lan come in, she looked up and glanced at her: "You're back. The food is keeping warm in the pot. You can take it out and eat."
He looked down at the screen again and started operating the controls, occasionally saying things like, "A it," or "There's someone in the grass."
They took off their shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet, then turned around and went to the kitchen to wash their hands and eat. The food they had been eating for the past two days was all brought from home by the two of them, and the refrigerator was packed full, so they would probably have to make the most of it for a while.
Jiang Lan ate his meal expressionlessly, thinking about telling Liu Zhen about his job transfer. If this lousy shift continued like this, he'd lose his wife.
He hadn't played basketball in a long time. He made up for it by going to the gym a few times during the Chinese New Year holiday, barely managing to get his abs back. He could tell that Xiaoming was quite disciplined with her physique; she was also very strict about maintaining her figure and never slacked off on exercise. He was afraid that in a year or two, he would end up like his other colleagues in the technical department, with a bald head and a protruding belly, and she would break up with him in a heartbeat.
But then again, who doesn't like good-looking people?
While washing the dishes after dinner, Xiaoming came over and hugged Jiang Lan from behind: "Do you like the sneakers? Do they fit?"
My slightly sour and cold heart immediately calmed down.
"It fits perfectly, I really like it."
After washing the dishes and drying the countertop, Jiang Lan turned around and hugged Xiao Ming, kissing him passionately for a while: "You're only focused on playing games and don't even pay attention to me."
Xiao Ming pleaded, "I didn't dare to get distracted, afraid of being scolded. That's why I came to kiss, hug, and lift you up high as soon as the game ended."
After washing up, Jiang Lan urged Xiaoming to go to bed early, but as soon as the lights were turned off, he started to touch her inappropriately.
"I told you to practice cooking more. You don't need to do anything. Just cooperate with me."
Afterwards, Jiang Lan applied the medicine as usual, turned on the light to take a closer look, kissed her and said, "It's a little red, but the swelling is gone. It seems you've gotten used to it, and the reaction is particularly good. I told you to practice more, and I was right."
Hearing his shameless and lewd remarks, even Xiaoming, with his strong mental fortitude, couldn't help but kick him in the face.
Have some shame.
Jiang Lan playfully grabbed her foot and kissed it. Xiao Ming felt ticklish and couldn't help but pull her foot away, laughing out loud.
The two lay down in each other's arms, and Xiaoming soon fell into a deep dream.
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