Chapter 3: Mulberries "Living together in separate rooms, can you accept that?"...
Sang Fu had just had a nap, and after Sang Cheng left, she was no longer sleepy. After washing up, Sheng Weiyao asked her to play games on the social software. Today's manuscript had been completed, so she simply went online and played a few games.
Sheng Weiyao turned on the microphone and asked mysteriously, "How is it?"
"Hmm?" Sang Fu adjusted her brown-rimmed glasses, which were now focused on the enemy. "What are you referring to?"
"A blind date."
Sheng Weiyao teased, "I'm unconscious now. I used to be the first one to report to you when I got home, but now I won't mention it anymore."
After successfully hitting the opponent, Sanfu flexibly controlled the character to enter the house to search for supplies.
Zhuang Mowen was mentioned again, and in front of Sheng Weiyao's somewhat awkward identity as a student of Jia University, Sang Fu didn't know how to describe it for a moment.
"He's fine."
Sheng Weiyao's shot went astray: "Damn it."
"This is the first time I've heard you praise someone. Or have you encountered too many weirdos the last few times?"
Sangfu could hardly bear to recall the strange encounter she had on her previous blind date.
One is looking forward to having two children in three years, another is dreaming of Sangfu becoming a full-time housewife after marriage, taking care of the husband and children, and the third one is a little more normal, that is, she is the one who is allowed to do everything, and answers "anything" to every question, without any opinion of her own.
"From what you said, you seem very satisfied." Sheng Weiyao no longer cared about the game and was only interested in gossip. "How old is he? What does he do for a living?"
It was not Sheng Weiyao's turn to ask whether Sang Fu had money or not. Jin Qiong would never choose a man who would make Sang Fu's life financially deteriorate.
"He's seven years older than me," Sanfu answered each question one by one. "He's a university professor."
"What?! Seven years old?!" Sheng Weiyao's voice nearly broke. She had been aiming for the enemy's head, but was so shocked that she shot it into the air, attracting the enemy's attention instead. She quickly hid behind an obstacle, "No, your parents dared to introduce such an old man to you? What qualifications does he have? Is he handsome? Is he tall?"
Handsome? Sanfu pondered.
It is obvious that Zhuang Mowen must be good-looking, and not in the ordinary, average way.
Otherwise, Sheng Weiyao, who has seen countless men, would not use the word "super handsome" to describe him.
As for height, Sang Fu was not sure. Zhuang Mowen was much taller than her. In terms of height and body shape, he was the most superior of all the blind dates Sang Fu had ever seen.
Sang Fu's silence made Sheng Weiyao completely panic: "Speak up, Sang Fu, you didn't meet a diamond bachelor, a Kappa who has nothing but money, right? Listen to me, I know you never judge people by appearance, but if you get married in the future, you will spend your whole life with him. Do you want to face an ugly face when you wake up? You must be calm-"
Sang Fu couldn't help laughing and finally interrupted Sheng Weiyao's increasingly outrageous remarks, "He is Zhuang Mowen."
After the words were spoken, the air was stagnant and silent for a few seconds, and you could hear a pin drop.
Sang Fu continued, "You know Professor Zhuang from the Physics Department of your school."
There was another eerie silence.
Sheng Weiyao: “Holy crap????”
In the blink of an eye, Sheng Weiyao was hit in the head by the enemy and was "killed".
However, Sang Fu, who was in the same field, remained calm and became the elimination king.
After one round, the game could not continue.
Sang Fufang hurriedly exited the platform, and Sheng Weiyao called her with a video call.
"Oh my god!!! Explain it to me clearly!!!"
In the picture, her face was ferocious and she looked crazy about the news.
Sang Fu thought that if Sheng Weiyao was in front of her at this moment, she would definitely grab her shoulders and shake her wildly.
She couldn't help but smile, her eyes curved, "Weiyao, calm down."
Sheng Weiyao felt that the world was magical and took a deep breath: "I'm calm, you say."
Sanfu sat down on the bed and looked straight at the camera.
She had just taken a shower and was wearing teddy bear pajamas, her hair soft and fluffy.
"I want to marry him."
The video call page shook, and the other party's phone fell on the bed, with the screen going black.
Sheng Weiyao: "Oh! Damn!"
The next morning, Sang Fu went downstairs to have breakfast and met Jin Qiong who was also eating breakfast at the dining table.
"Good morning, Mom."
Jin Qiong said "hmm" expressionlessly, and only glanced at Sang Fu after she sat down, "I stayed up late last night."
declarative sentence.
Sanfu said nothing.
Her skin is thin, and the slightest disturbance will cause obvious changes.
For example, if you stayed up late the night before, you will have two faint dark circles under your eyes the next day.
"Spend less time on electronic products. Your eyesight is already deteriorating," Jin Qiong muttered as she placed a peeled egg on the plate in front of Sang Fu. "I've told you many times before, if you stay up late and eat less, your body will eventually break down."
Something urgent happened at the company, so Sang Cheng went to the company first after leaving Sang Fu's room last night. Now, there are only Jin Qiong and Sang Fu in the huge restaurant, eating breakfast in silence.
Sang Fu finished her eggs and toast, and forced herself to drink half a glass of milk. Just as she was about to say she was going upstairs, Jin Qiong suddenly said, "This Saturday night, the two families will meet. Stay in good spirits that day and don't stay up late."
Sang Fu was stunned for a moment before she realized what Jin Qiong was talking about.
She bent her eyes and replied softly, "Okay, Mom."
…
The day of meeting arrived as scheduled.
Things went better than Sanfu had imagined.
Both of Zhuang Mowen's parents came from scholarly families. His mother was a renowned surgeon in Lincheng, his father was the director of the Public Security Department who was about to retire, and his grandparents were military doctors. In their early years, they became good friends with Sang Fu's grandfather, and the two families have kept in touch until now.
It’s just that Sangfu, as a junior, doesn’t know.
Upon learning of the happy event that the two families were about to meet, Sangfu's grandparents deliberately interrupted their busy travel activities and rushed back to Lincheng overnight.
"It seems that our two families are really destined to meet." At the dinner, Grandpa Sang and Grandma Sang smiled from ear to ear, their faces full of joy, "The two children are together again."
There was a large table of people in the box, and they were chatting very happily. Jin Qiong, who was cold a few days ago, also smiled a little. Zhuang's father and mother were both generous and gentle people. As soon as they met, Fang smiled and shook Sang Fu's hand, without any sense of distance.
After the meal, the matter between the two families was officially settled.
Mother Zhuang smiled and said, "That's great! When Mo Wen's grandfather sees that his grandson's wife is Xiao Fu, he might be so happy that his illness will be completely cured."
Zhuang Mowen said, "Mom, you're getting off topic. We haven't even gotten the marriage certificate yet."
Sang Fu was distracted, leaning slightly sideways to reply to Sheng Weiyao's WeChat message when someone suddenly whispered in her ear, "My mom can be a little over the top when she's happy. I hope you don't mind."
She was startled and put away her phone. When she looked up, she saw Jin Qiong frowning, unhappy with her distraction.
Sang Fu sat up straighter, then turned her head and met Zhuang Mowen's gaze. She shook her head gently.
Anyway, it has been decided. Although it is a bit early for Zhuang's mother to say this now, it is only a matter of time before getting the marriage certificate.
She didn't mind at all.
A few days later, Sangfu woke up and vaguely found a few more messages on her mobile phone.
She looked closely and found that the note was "Zhuang Mowen".
The night he sent her home, Sangfu took the initiative to add him on WeChat in order to facilitate communication.
But the fact is that many things are handled by the elders. We have been adding each other on WeChat for nearly half a month, and apart from the initial system friend request message, there has been no more unnecessary communication.
I don't know what he wants from her.
Sang Fu sat up and clicked on the pop-up message window.
Zhuang Mowen: [Ms. Sang, the prenuptial agreement has been drafted.]
Zhuang Mowen: [If it's convenient, let's meet.]
…
It's still the original coffee shop.
"Sure." Sang Fu looked away from the agreement and said to Zhuang Mowen, "I have no problem."
Zhuang Mowen had sent her an electronic version of the agreement in advance, and Sang Fu also asked a professional lawyer to review it. This is indeed a fair and just prenuptial agreement. Even if they divorce one day, the property of both parties will not be involved in any way.
Long before the prenuptial agreement, the two signed another contract.
The above stipulates the premise for divorce.
1. If either party has emotional pursuit, the marriage relationship can be terminated.
2. Once the man’s grandfather recovers from his illness and the woman completes work on the new book, the marriage can be terminated if there is no need to continue the relationship.
She was about to pick up the pen beside her when Zhuang Mowen suddenly interrupted her: "One more thing."
"Um?"
"I'm afraid living apart after marriage won't work. I can't hide it from my family." Zhuang Mowen paused and asked her opinion, "Can you accept living together in separate rooms?"
Living together in separate rooms?
Sang Fu paused as she gripped the pen.
In fact, what Zhuang Mowen said made no sense.
Not to mention his parents, even Sang Fu couldn't guarantee that her family would come to visit without warning one day, and if the secret was exposed, there would be another storm.
Besides, her usual range of activities is just between the bedroom and the dining room, not to mention that Zhuang Mowen has to go to work during the day.
Even if we live together, we won't see each other often...right?
Thinking of this, Sang Fu moved her pen and signed the agreement neatly.
After finishing the last stroke, she gently pushed the closed agreement toward Zhuang Mowen.
"OK."
It is already autumn, and the temperature will only get colder and colder in the future, which is no longer suitable for a wedding. After discussion between the two families, the wedding date was set for the spring of the following year.
That month, Zhuang Mowen took time out to take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate.
After getting her ID and walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the sun was shining brightly in Lincheng. Sang Fu looked at the bright red notebook in her hand, feeling a sense of unreality and trance.
After walking down the stairs, Zhuang Mowen opened the passenger door, turned around to look at her, and said softly, "Let's go. I'll take you home first."
In order to match the photo shoot for the marriage certificate, Zhuang Mowen was dressed a little more formally today than when they first met. He wore a straight black suit and a neatly-cut white shirt with a collar that was slightly golden in the sunlight.
Sang Fu nodded, put her ID into the small leather bag at her waist, gathered her skirt and got into the car, "Thank you."
After she was completely seated, Zhuang Mowen withdrew his hand from the upper edge and closed the car door.
On the way back, Sang Fu received several messages from Sheng Weiyao. The National Day holiday was about to start, and Sheng Weiyao sent her several popular tourist attractions and warmly invited her to go there together.
It was hard to refuse such a kind invitation. Besides, Sang Fu was unable to go during the National Day holiday last year because she was busy with a manuscript, so she promised Sheng Weiyao that she would make up for it during the next long holiday.
Sheng Weiyao: [Did you really go to get the marriage certificate today?]
Sanfu: [Hmm.]
Sheng Weiyao: [It's unbelievable that there's actually another person in the world who shares the same ridiculous ideas as you and we hit it off instantly.]
Sheng Weiyao: [This person is still the beloved Professor Zhuang.]
Apart from Sang Fu and Zhuang Mowen, the only person who knew about the contract marriage was Sheng Weiyao.
As her best friend, Sanfu couldn't hide it.
Sheng Weiyao was frightened at first, but she also knew that Sang Fu was not the type to make jokes, so she could only be dragged into the group and keep the secret for her.
Sangfu typed: [Sorry for the joke.]
Sheng Weiyao: [It's okay if I laugh, but you have to keep it a secret, otherwise your parents might get hurt if they find out.]
She exaggerated on purpose, so Sangfu smiled and replied with an emoticon of a cute little rabbit nodding.
[I know.]
At this moment, Sang Fu heard Zhuang Mowen seem to say something, but she didn't hear it clearly.
"Sorry," Sanfu put away her phone and tilted her head, "What did you say?"
Zhuang Mowen turned the steering wheel slightly and repeated without any impatience: "When are you moving in? I'll come pick you up."
Sangfu had already prepared for this matter.
"Anytime." She answered, then thought for a moment and gave a more accurate time: "This weekend, I'll go back and clean up."
"Well, just call me directly." Zhuang Mowen said slowly, "You don't need to pack too much. We will have new things at home."
"good."
The night before moving to the Zhuang family, Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng returned home from the company early to help Sang Fu pack her luggage.
"I told you there's no rush to get the marriage certificate after the wedding preparations are complete," Jin Qiong muttered as she stood in front of the wardrobe. "We can't control you now, and you even chose to move when we were going on a business trip."
Sang Cheng winked at Sang Fu, telling her not to take it to heart.
Sang Fu held back her laughter, lowered her head and stuffed the doll that had been with her on the bedside table for many years into the suitcase.
The next day, Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng took an early morning flight to go out of town. After Sang Fu had breakfast at home, she found Zhuang Mowen's name in her mobile phone address book and called him.
"Hello."
A clear and low voice.
After the call was connected, the environment on both sides was extremely quiet. Sang Fu guessed that he was probably resting today and was also at home.
"Professor Zhuang," she said, probably referring to Sheng Weiyao, who was about the same age as her. She used various titles, but the most polite and distant one prevailed. "I'm fine."
There was a slight sound of getting up from the other end of the phone, and Zhuang Mowen responded and asked her to wait for ten minutes.
When she was about to hang up, Sanfu heard him say again: "You can just call me by my name, it doesn't matter."
"OK."
The phone was still on, as if waiting for her to practice. Sang Fu held the phone tightly, closed her eyes and held it in for a while.
"Professor Zhuang."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Fu heard a very light laugh coming from the phone, so light that it seemed like her illusion.
Zhuang Mowen's voice followed, with a hint of helplessness.
"Okay, whatever you want."
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