Chapter 2: Mulberries "Can we get married?"
Sangfu had eaten something before going out, so she wasn't very hungry and just ordered a hot drink.
After the waiter took the menu and left, Sang Fu noticed that Zhuang Mowen's gaze towards her had become somewhat meaningful since some point.
Before she could check if there was anything wrong with her appearance, she heard Zhuang Mowen across from her say -
"Miss Sang," the man's handsome eyebrows moved slightly as he spoke, "Have we met before?"
“…”
She thought she had been careful enough in helping Sheng Weiyao during the lecture, but had he noticed?
Looking back on her student life, Sanfu was surrounded by glory and had never experienced such unspeakable and subtle embarrassment.
"Ah, yes."
There was no need to elaborate or check the remaining details. Thinking of the scene where she and Sheng Weiyao whispered to each other during the lecture, Sang Fu said "I'm sorry" sincerely.
Zhuang Mowen smiled and said that he didn't take it to heart.
Two drinks were quickly served. She lowered her eyes and quietly tasted the hot cocoa. It was so delicious that she secretly memorized the name of the shop.
Sang Fu had been on several blind dates and was familiar with the process. Normally, she should get down to business after a simple opening statement, but after she took several sips of her drink, the other party's topic was still off-topic and he kept talking.
The rich cocoa flavor in her mouth dissipated, the subtle caffeine stimulation made her head clear, and her fingertips were warmed by the wall of the cup.
"Professor Zhuang."
Sang Fu stroked the ceramic cup and suddenly asked him:
"Do you have any thoughts of getting married?"
She said this bluntly without any emotional overtones, without any preparation.
Zhuang Mowen was slightly stunned, then said, "Yes."
He has handsome eyebrows and eyes, covered by a thin layer of colored lights, and his black eyes are deep and gentle.
“But it’s not my personal wish.”
He confessed: "My grandfather is bedridden and he hopes that I can get married as soon as possible."
Jin Qiong did not tell her this, but thinking about it, even if Zhuang Mowen's grandfather revealed the secret, Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng would not need to let her know everything when they met for the first time.
Before Sang Fu could say anything, Zhuang Mowen continued, "So, don't feel pressured. Just treat it as a chat, and I will explain it to Aunt Jin and Uncle Sang in person later."
These words made Sang Fu confused.
She looked at Zhuang Mowen and let out a short "ah".
Zhuang Mowen said slowly, "Miss Sang, I'm not suitable for you."
Sanfu held her cheek, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The night outside the window was hazy and extremely beautiful, but she had no intention of appreciating it.
Sangfu was rejected on her first blind date today, and she felt... strange.
So she turned her head and asked, "What's not suitable?"
"I have no intention of developing a relationship at the moment. Besides," Zhuang Mowen replied, "I'm seven years older than you."
Sangfu said seriously, "My parents are ten years apart in age, their marriage is harmonious, and their family is happy."
"The relationship between uncle and aunt is indeed enviable," Zhuang Mowen disagreed, "but relationships cannot be generalized."
Sanfu was puzzled: "But you didn't get married to get a relationship."
Her words hit the nail on the head, causing Zhuang Mowen to pause for a long time.
After a moment, he smiled slowly: "You are right."
"That's why, Miss Sang, I'm not worth wasting your time on me."
"Me too."
Zhuang Mowen had just finished speaking when the girl's voice rang out. Her voice was a little crisp and gentle, but her tone was firm in those four words.
For the first time, not out of politeness or gentlemanliness, Zhuang Mowen's gaze couldn't help but linger on the other person for a moment longer.
The girl in front of me was very young, with fair skin, a soft and pretty oval face, and black hair draped over her shoulders obediently and gently. She had a faint, quiet scholarly air.
Like a beam of bright moonlight, it looks soft but is actually a cold color.
"I didn't get married just to be in a relationship." Sangfu's mind was in a mess from the moment those first four words slipped out of her mouth uncontrollably. She tried her best to remain calm and spoke clearly, "So it's obvious that we are the most suitable and compatible with each other right now."
Before meeting Zhuang Mowen tonight, most of what Sang Fu knew about him came from her parents' oral accounts, and a small part came from the lecture a few hours ago.
No matter from which aspect, his excellence is unquestionable.
Before meeting tonight, Sang Fu didn't have much thought about this blind date.
In the past few blind dates, Sang Fu went and returned calmly. The other parties probably misinterpreted her politeness and interpreted it as having a deeper meaning. Their enthusiasm was so great that she could not resist.
In the end, nothing was done.
The consequence of nothing being done is an endless series of blind dates.
Perhaps, she really needs a young, promising and gentle husband like Zhuang Mowen, and a marriage that both of them are happy with being in name only, in exchange for some of the peace that Sang Fu longs for.
Sanfu thought about it.
No matter from whose perspective, this is a win-win cooperation.
She calmed down and asked, "Professor Zhuang, is there anything you are dissatisfied with me?"
Zhuang Mowen was slightly startled and shook his head.
"Yes." Sang Fu said seriously, "I am also very satisfied with you. Can we get married?"
Zhuang Mowen laughed: "What?"
"We can sign a prenuptial agreement and separate after marriage. I will also help you deal with your grandfather's side."
"As for marriage, I don't have too many requirements. I only hope that we can maintain basic loyalty to each other during the marriage. Is that okay?"
Although it was fake, Sangfu didn't want her marriage to end in a mess and become a laughing stock for others.
"If, during this process, you and I find someone we like, we can end the relationship immediately."
Sang Fu spoke steadily, finishing her thoughts in one go. There seemed to be nothing more to add, so she turned to the man opposite her who had remained silent for a long time, "Professor Zhuang, do you agree?"
Realizing that Sang Fu was serious, Zhuang Mowen's smile gradually faded. He frowned slightly and spoke solemnly after a moment of silence: "Miss Sang, you are still young. There is no need to be too impulsive about marriage."
"I'm not impulsive," said Sanfu. "I have my own considerations, just like you."
Just like his grandfather, he was the driving force that urged him to get married.
She has it too.
They are in the same boat, each has their own "have tos", and there is no need to worry about crossing the line.
Just right.
…
After saying goodbye to Zhuang Mowen, Sang Fu walked out of the cafe. There was a constant stream of people on Lincheng’s driveway.
There was a long queue for the taxi app on her phone. Looking at the endless waiting time and the street without a single shared bicycle, Sang Fu thought to herself, I should have driven out earlier.
She walked slowly towards home and was about to call her aunt to see if she could drive the car over, when a strange phone call suddenly popped into her sight.
Connected.
"Hello."
In stark contrast to the unfamiliar number was a male voice that slowly sounded.
"Ms. Sang."
It’s Zhuang Mowen.
In fact, Jin Qiong also sent her Zhuang Mowen's phone number for the convenience of contact.
It's not surprising that the other party has her number.
Amid the clamor, his voice was clear: "I just checked the taxi app, and now seems to be a bad time. If you don't mind, I can take you home."
…
When she got home, Sangfu washed up and leaned against the head of the bed to read the book she had not finished the night before.
I am currently working on a new suspense book, and there is a lot of information that needs to be consulted. Sangfu has bought a lot of reference books one after another, but the texts of most of these books lack interest and inevitably seem a bit boring.
Normally, she could concentrate on reading for an hour, but today, Sangfu was a little distracted. She had to read a line of words three times before she could remember it.
Jin Qiong called at this time and asked about her daily life, and naturally turned the subject to today's blind date.
Sangfu paused.
In my mind, the scene of the cafe emerged——
She said, "I have my own considerations, just like you."
Zhuang Mowen looked at her for a long time, so long that the taste of hot cocoa almost disappeared from Sang Fu's taste buds, so long that when Sang Fu thought he would not speak again, he said "Okay".
She nodded, and then she remembered something: "My parents..."
"It's okay," Zhuang Mowen said. "You can terminate it at any time before the official marriage."
…
Sanfu lay down and turned off the light.
"I'm sleepy, Mom. Let's talk about it when you come back tomorrow."
The next afternoon.
Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng returned home after their business trip.
During dinner, Jin Qiong brought up the topic that had come to an abrupt end last night.
"How are you getting along with Xiaozhuang?"
Sang Fu lowered her eyes and paused holding the chopsticks, but did not answer.
Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng exchanged a glance: "You still don't like it?"
Sang Cheng said: "It's okay. If you don't like it, we can change it. I remember there was a little Zheng, the son of my college classmate. He is doing pretty well now..."
"I want to marry him." Sang Fu, who was eating quietly, suddenly said.
There was a moment of silence at the dinner table.
Jin Qiong was shocked: "What did you say?"
Sang Fu put down her chopsticks, looked at Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng, and said, "Mom and Dad, I've made up my mind. I'm going to get the marriage certificate with him this month."
Sang Cheng clutched his chest and said, "Today is not April Fool's Day. You can't joke like this. Do you want to scare your dad to death?"
Sang Fu remained calm and said, "Dad, I'm not kidding you."
Jin Qiong was the first to calm down. As Sang Fu's mother, she knew her daughter's personality too well. Although she seemed gentle and well-behaved, her character was as stubborn as a donkey. Once she made up her mind, it was almost impossible to shake it.
"Sang Fu, you can't rush this. If you like him, just get to know him for a year or two and take your time. Marriage is a big deal, and weddings and all that..."
Sanfu just shook her head: "I don't care."
"It's perfect. Aren't you and Dad going on a long business trip next month?" She finished her meal, stood up, and pushed the dining chair back, her movements gentle and without making any rude noises. "I'll move the luggage over in advance, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Stop."
Jin Qiong's face was already slightly ugly, but she suppressed her temper, "Xiao Fu, Mom knows you're unhappy that I always ask you to meet those people, but this is no reason for you to act on impulse."
"Mom and Dad," Sang Fu turned around and said softly, "You know Professor Zhuang very well. He treats me very well. I didn't act on impulse."
From childhood to adulthood, Sangfu has never had a rebellious period. As long as she makes a decision that is slightly inconsistent with their wishes, she will be labeled as "acting on impulse", but it is obvious that she has never been impulsive.
Every decision she makes is carefully considered and she never regrets it.
She admitted that she had proposed marrying Zhuang Mowen hastily, but it was definitely not just impulsive.
After going upstairs, the world finally became much quieter. Sangfu sat quietly in front of the computer desk for a few minutes, and finally crawled into the quilt and took a nap.
When she woke up, it was already dark. A sudden phone call woke Sangfu up completely.
It was her editor who asked her to check the publication of the previous book.
Sangfu calmed herself down, responded as usual, and went to the window to get some fresh air.
As soon as the phone call ended, someone knocked on the bedroom door again.
Sang Cheng pushed the door open with a fruit plate in his hand and walked in with a smile.
"Xiao Fu, eat some fruit."
"Thank you, Dad."
Sang Cheng waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me, your mother cut it and asked me to bring it up."
Sangfu chewed the crisp, sweet and juicy apple, and smiled when she heard the words.
Sang Cheng sat down in her room and said, "Xiao Fu, tell Dad the truth. Have you really thought clearly about what happened this afternoon?" "If you have, I will persuade your mother to make an appointment another day to meet with the other party's family and settle the matter seriously. Your mother spoke a little impatiently today because she is worried about you. But after all, you will still be in Lincheng after the marriage, so we can rest assured."
Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng started the company from scratch, in which Jin Qiong holds an absolute leadership position. She is a typical strong woman with a strong personality. She is decisive and never bows her head easily. She only occasionally listens to Sang Cheng's words.
Having come this far, there is no reason for Sangfu to look back.
She nodded, "Thank you, Dad."
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