Chapter 4: He will take on the responsibility of being a husband
The weather is very good today, with clear skies and gentle breezes.
Sitting in the car, Sang Fu quietly watched the scenery passing by quickly outside the window, and suddenly remembered something: "You just came so quickly."
"Um?"
"It takes at least half an hour to drive from Jinyuan to my home."
He arrived in less than ten minutes. Isn't that a bit too fast?
Zhuang Mowen reacted for a moment, then looked ahead and said slowly, "I had nothing to do today, so I just waited nearby for a while. Since you're moving in, I can't keep you waiting too long."
Too.
This really saves a lot of time.
Sanfu nodded, "Thank you."
Half an hour later, we finally arrived.
Zhuang Mowen has been living alone since returning to Lincheng.
The house he bought is located in Jinyuan, one of the well-known wealthy areas in Lincheng.
Sang Fu turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside. In addition, Zhuang Mowen was gentle and elegant, and he didn't put on airs. It was not until these days that Sang Fu learned from Sheng Weiyao that Zhuang Mowen had become famous in the academic world as early as during his direct doctoral studies.
At only 28 years old, his scientific achievements have made countless colleagues jealous. It's said that Zhuang Mowen resigned from his previous position this year. Once word got out, Chiayi University went all out, devoting resources and connections to snatch Zhuang Mowen from the competition of other prestigious universities.
She suddenly realized that he was indeed worthy of the words "young and promising".
After getting out of the car, Sang Fu took one of the suitcases from Zhuang Mowen's hand and said generously, "Let me take this."
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Sangfu continued, "Be gentle. That's too heavy. I can't lift it. I won't be polite with you."
Zhuang Mowen laughed for a moment: "Okay."
Not forced.
Sang Fu was pushing the suitcase and walking in front, with Zhuang Mowen two steps behind her.
She looked up and saw the single-family villa in front of her. The first thought in Sangfu's mind was "big".
Sangfu and her parents only live in a house this big.
Too big.
To be honest, it is not the best choice for living alone.
Even if Sangfu moved in, it might still feel a bit empty.
When she reached the door, Sang Fu saw the closed door and seemed to remember something. She took a step back, but her heel hit the suitcase behind her. She had no choice but to turn sideways: "Will you open the door?"
Zhuang Mowen's hands were full of luggage, and he was too busy to handle everything: "You open it, it's the same."
After he finished speaking, he pronounced a string of codes clearly.
"Enter your fingerprint and facial unlock later."
Sanfu nodded and entered the password as he said.
"drop--"
The smart door lock unlocked with a click. Sang Fu opened the door and was about to walk in, but she noticed out of the corner of her eyes that there seemed to be a huge white object blocking the door, which made her stop slowly.
Zhuang Mowen said, "Go back to Chuyi and don't block the road."
When Sang Fu looked down, she realized that the "Chuyi" that Zhuang Mowen mentioned was actually a snow-white Samoyed.
At this moment, it was sitting obediently at the door, as if it had been waiting for a long time.
The Samoyed was so huge that it almost blocked the entire way into the door. It was still sticking out its tongue without realizing it, and it was unclear whether it was smiling foolishly at Sangfu or the owner behind Sangfu.
Sanfu: "..."
She stood stiffly at the doorway, not moving at all, and even took a small step back. Zhuang Mowen asked her, "Are you afraid of dogs?"
Sanfu and Samoyed looked at each other, their scalps tingling, and they could hardly find their voices, but their tone was still calm: "Yeah, a little. I was chased by a dog when I was a child."
Zhuang Mowen said nothing more, stepped in front of her, and led the Samoyed into the yard. As soon as Chu Yi went out, he immediately ran happily in the sunshine. Sang Fu suddenly understood vaguely why Zhuang Mowen chose this place.
Zhuang Mowen freed up one of his hands, took the luggage from her hand, and comforted her: "Chuyi has a good personality, you don't have to be too nervous."
Sangfu calmed herself down and followed him inside. Now that the Samoyed was no longer in front of her, she felt much calmer.
"I know there are good and bad puppies, but after that incident it became a conditioned reflex."
"I understand." Zhuang Mowen smiled.
Also because of living alone, the villa is designed with a single master bedroom, and the bedrooms are basically on the second floor.
Pushing open the door of her bedroom, the simple and elegant Western-style decoration style complements the style of the entire house.
The sunlight shines through the window, like a dream, filling the whole room with light.
Sang Fu stopped, leaned against the door frame, and said after a moment of silence: "Is this the guest room?"
The layout and area...are not quite similar.
Zhuang Mowen put down her luggage, followed her gaze around the room, and said casually, "No. I used to live here."
After all, it wasn't a normal, true husband-and-wife relationship. Sangfu said politely, "That's too much trouble for you. I have no problem sleeping in the guest room."
She considers herself to be neither squeamish nor picky about where she lives.
When she was studying in another city, she rented a single apartment off campus. The entire apartment was only about the same size as this master bedroom, but she took good care of herself and had no problems with her daily life.
What's more, I have just seen several guest rooms along the way. Apart from the fact that they are a little small, there is nothing to complain about.
"This room has better lighting. Don't worry, the hourly maid has cleaned it thoroughly and the bedding is brand new."
While her thoughts were in turmoil, Sang Fu heard Zhuang Mowen say this. His tone was always so calm and gentle, like a gentle breeze.
Sangfu's eyes moved slightly and fell gently on him.
He has broad shoulders and wears a textured smoky grey sweatshirt with no extra prints except for the black logo on the left chest.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, Zhuang Mowen was dressed casually, completely different from the style Sang Fu had seen him in before.
This minimalist and classic style is made to look particularly straight and handsome by his figure.
The curtains in the room were not drawn. Zhuang Mowen suddenly moved, and a beam of sunlight that had been blocked by him brushed against his skin and shone in, dazzling Sang Fu's eyes.
She instinctively narrowed her eyes, and when her vision returned to normal clarity, her gaze met Zhuang Mowen's without warning.
It turned out that the action just now was to turn around and look at her.
Noticing her momentary avoidance, Zhuang Mowen calmly blocked the glaring color and said to her, "The hostess will come to interview you in half an hour. It's up to you to decide who to keep."
Sang Fu was confused: "Huh?"
He led her out of the master bedroom and walked slowly down the corridor, familiarizing himself with the house.
Zhuang Mowen explained, "I lived alone before and hadn't considered this aspect. It was enough to call a part-time worker on a regular basis. The last time I visited you, I noticed that you had an aunt at home. I think you might not be used to moving in."
After the formal meeting, Zhuang Mowen paid him a visit as per the etiquette, but he did not expect that he had seen all of this.
If their marriage was based on love, Sanfu would definitely accept it with peace of mind.
As a partner, Zhuang Mowen is careful and thoughtful, but Sang Fu seems to have nothing to give him in return for the time being.
“Actually, there’s no need…”
"It should be." Zhuang Mowen said in a gentle voice, "The life you have been accustomed to since childhood should not change because of marriage."
He paused slightly, lowered his voice, and said the second half of the sentence: "Even if it is a contract marriage."
Zhuang Mowen didn't think that these actions were worthy of praise or gratitude, or even the title of being troubled.
Over the years, he hadn't developed any feelings. He was cautious and knew his heart was like a pool of stagnant water that no one could stir.
Without waves, there is no beginning.
Therefore, marriage was not something he could do casually. Even if it was just a contract, it was an unspoken play, something that Zhuang Mowen found a little absurd when he occasionally thought about it.
He admitted that the moment Sang Fu asked "Can we get married?", Zhuang Mowen was indeed attracted by the decisiveness in her eyes that was inconsistent with her appearance.
But more importantly, it was for his own selfish interests that he delayed the girl next to him. This is an established fact.
In any case, even if Sanfu knew and accepted it, in principle, as an elder, he should not agree.
Now that he has agreed, he will not avoid it.
Responsibility comes first in his life creed.
The responsibility as a husband, the responsibility as a partner.
He will take responsibility for either one.
"Cooperation requires mutual comfort. I'm not trying to appease you," Zhuang Mowen said, tilting his head to glance at her with a smile, "Occasionally, when I'm busy, I might need an aunt to help me take Chuyi for a walk."
When mentioning the first day of the new year, Sang Fu's expression changed slightly.
Everything else is fine, but as for walking the dog, she really can't overcome the psychological barrier to do it for him right now.
It’s better to hire an aunt.
…
Half an hour later, several aunts who came for the interview arrived as scheduled. After some conversation, Sang Fu chose an aunt who was kind and had a good appearance to keep at home for a trial period. Her surname was Zhao.
When she learned that she was being kept, Aunt Zhao said "Hey" happily and immediately went upstairs to help her pack the luggage she had moved in.
Sang Fu was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When she turned her head, she saw Chuyi running out of breath in the yard outside.
Thinking about how long she had been at home and how long Chuyi hadn't been home, Sang Fu felt sorry for him and asked, "Professor Zhuang, do you want to bring Chuyi back?"
Zhuang Mowen followed her gaze, as if he hadn't expected her to bring up Chuyi. He smiled and said, "Aren't you scared?"
Sang Fu frowned her delicate eyebrows and said solemnly, "Even if we are afraid, we can't let it become homeless."
Besides, since she came later than others, it was unfair to Chuyi no matter how you look at it.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her and suddenly chuckled.
Then he looked outside and raised his chin slightly.
Sang Fu looked over in confusion, only to see Chuyi, who had just been gasping for breath on the lawn, start playing by himself again.
"It will come back naturally when it gets tired."
…
For dinner, Aunt Zhao prepared a table full of home-cooked dishes.
Zhuang Mowen went to Jiada University in the afternoon and came back in the evening.
The two sat down at the dining table, and Aunt Zhao stood aside, looking a little reserved, waiting for comments.
"Try it and see if it suits your taste."
Zhuang Mowen tasted it and it tasted good. It was delicious.
He remembered something and turned to ask Sangfu: "Are you used to eating this?"
She also picked up some just now, but she didn't say anything.
After a long while, there was still no response from Sangfu.
Aunt Zhao was very nervous: "Is it not delicious?"
Zhuang Mowen also looked over.
Sangfu chewed slowly, her expression unchanged.
The blush crept up her fair skin unconsciously - her whole face miraculously turned a light pink in just half a minute.
The next moment, she held her dizzy forehead and was completely defeated: "It's so spicy."
Although she didn't see any chili peppers, the spicy taste made her break out in a cold sweat.
Aunt Zhao explained that she hadn't put too much chili in the dish and quickly poured her a glass of water. Fortunately, Sang Fu only took a small sip and drank half a glass of water, which washed away the spiciness in her mouth.
Before cooking, Aunt Zhao specifically asked Sangfu if she had any dietary restrictions, and Sangfu said no.
There are no dietary restrictions, but Sangfu forgot to mention one thing: she inherited her father's inability to eat spicy food.
A napkin was handed to her at the right time. Sang Fu took it and wiped the water stains on her lips. When she looked up, she found that the person who handed it to her was Zhuang Mowen.
"Are you okay?"
He asked her.
Sanfu nodded.
Zhuang Mowen's eyes swept across her cheek. The pink color was still visible on her fair skin, but it was much lighter than at first.
Pressing a tissue to her numb lips, Sang Fu half-raised her face and gestured to the flustered Aunt Zhao that it was okay. She then said, "Aunt Zhao, next time if there's a spicy dish, tell me first and I won't take it."
Lincheng's food is not too strong, and not too much chili is used. It is basically acceptable to most people. There are few people who are as extremely sensitive to chili as she is.
It’s not others’ fault.
Zhuang Mowen continued, "Besides chili peppers, if there are any other dishes you don't eat, you can tell Aunt Zhao in advance."
Sanfu said it was okay, she was not picky about food.
She just eats less. She eats all the dishes cooked by the aunt at home.
Then he stretched out his chopsticks, waited for Sang Fu to see clearly, and then slowly put them back.
Zhuang Mowen glanced at him and asked, "Don't you want to eat eggplant?"
Sanfu: “…Yeah.”
It's soft and tastes a bit disgusting. The aunt at home never makes it.
She turned away and paused again.
Zhuang Mowen raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled faintly, and said softly, "I don't eat carrots either."
Sanfu: "...I've always thought it tasted weird since I was a kid."
She closed her mouth and looked into Zhuang Mowen's smiling eyes, feeling a little annoyed.
It seems that we shouldn’t say that she is not picky about food.
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