Chapter 57 Special Care for Half-Ripe Mulberries
The waiter eventually removed the bottle of wine. Outside the restaurant, the afternoon sun shone brightly, and the shadows of trees swayed on both sides of the pedestrian street. Spring was in the air, and there were signs of revival.
Sang Fu turned around and said goodbye to Siming, a soft shadow falling on her face: "Then we'll leave first."
Siming was standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for the driver. Hearing this, he readily replied, "Okay."
Zhuang Mowen was a step behind her. As he passed by Siming, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Let's go."
Siming glanced at him and shook his shoulders: "Get lost."
Sang Fu didn't drink, and when she came out, she took Zhuang Mowen's car keys. She opened the driver's door and got in, adjusting the seat. Then a shadow fell beside her.
Turning his head, Zhuang Mowen also came in and sat down.
The door closed, and the wind that blew in carried a faint smell of alcohol. I couldn't tell if it was from him or if it was brought out from the box just now.
She could tell that Zhuang Mowen had no desire for alcohol. For example, on the night she celebrated the completion of filming, he drank very restrainedly, but tonight he drank more.
Sang Fu turned her eyes slightly and looked out the car window. After confirming that Siming in the distance had also gotten into the car, she looked away with relief.
The next moment, the man's profile came into view.
He leaned back against the headrest, his face sharply defined.
Compared to Si Ming who blushed after drinking just one or two sips, Zhuang Mowen was probably very embarrassed to drink. When he turned his head to look at her, there was clearly no sign of drunkenness in the man's narrow and gentle eyes, but he stared at her directly, motionless.
Sang Fu met his gaze, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and she finally asked the question she had been thinking about all the way: "Did you know all along that it was Siming who gave me flowers that day?"
She had guessed it all, and Zhuang Mowen didn't hide it from her and nodded.
"That's why you took his flowers away."
He nodded again, without denying it.
"Yes. But even if the flowers weren't his that night, I would have taken them if they belonged to any other man."
Sangfu was silent for a while, her brows unconsciously furrowed.
The thoughts in her head were like a maze. She subconsciously didn't want the topic to end, but she didn't know what she wanted to ask.
Maybe this is just a simple misunderstanding.
It was just strange that Zhuang Mowen knew about Siming's existence at that time but didn't tell her.
"Let's go back. Okay?"
Zhuang Mowen's words slowly disconnected her train of thought. Sang Fu pursed her lips and was too lazy to think about it anymore. "Okay."
…
"Mr. Si, should we go back to your place first, or go to the crew you mentioned this afternoon?"
Driver Lao Liu looked through the rearview mirror and watched Siming get in without a word and lie down in the back seat, his eyes wide open, looking like he had lost all hope in life. Hearing this, he waved his hand with difficulty: "I'm not going anywhere."
Old Liu's tone was full of concern: "What's wrong with you? Aren't you having dinner with Mr. Zhuang? Why do you seem to have lost your soul?"
"well."
Siming sighed dejectedly.
"I'm heartbroken."
Old Liu became even more concerned: "What? When did you get a girlfriend?"
"..." A knife stabbed directly into Siming's heart, instantly perking him up. He sat up with a jerk, angrily saying, "Deduct 200 from my salary this month!"
Old Liu: “?”
Okay, he shuts up.
The car started and headed towards Siming's residence.
Old Liu had always been working under Siming's father and watched Siming grow up.
In the past two years, his father was preparing to retire, so the inheritance rights of the family company naturally fell into Siming's hands, so Old Liu was sent over to drive for him.
Siming looked out the window with a melancholy expression. Old Liu thought he was looking out the window and wondered whether he should report this to his father. He felt quite sad. The next moment, he heard him say, "Uncle Liu, do you think I'm handsome?"
Old Liu glanced in the rearview mirror and suddenly realized.
It turned out that he was admiring himself in the car window.
"Handsome." Old Liu's eyes were sharp as he gripped the steering wheel and said in a sonorous and powerful voice, "Mr. Si is handsome and a man of talent."
"Yeah," Siming was very satisfied with the answer. "Such a handsome guy, tsk, how come he can't find a partner? I finally met someone I like, but I missed him."
"Forget it, as long as I'm happy." He muttered to himself.
Old Liu: “…”
How could he not know why Siming couldn't find a partner.
This guy looks cynical and unruly, but he actually has a good family background and never hangs out with random friends. Young people who can't find a partner are basically due to their own reasons. They just have different pursuits and different reasons.
Old Liu sighed.
"I should have known not to use work WeChat." The car finally fell silent for a moment, and Siming suddenly scratched his hair in annoyance. "I thought I could get Zhuang Mowen to return the money now!"
What a mess.
Young people have a lot of hot temper and work pressure, so they are prone to going crazy.
Old Liu was driving and shaking his head seriously, but in fact he didn't understand a word.
…
Jinyuan.
Looking at the familiar scenery around her, Sangfu slowly stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped and did not move forward at all.
She changed to a car she had never driven before and drove extremely carefully on the road. She didn't feel relieved until she returned to Jinyuan.
"alright."
Sang Fu whispered, lowered her head to unbuckle her seat belt, but her hand was gently held down by someone as she stretched it out, and she was startled.
"Wait a minute." His fingers were long and strong, fixing her movements neither too lightly nor too heavily. "Let's talk."
Sang Fu raised her eyes and tried to remind him: "...Professor Zhuang, we can talk even when we go in."
Zhuang Mowen said slowly, "You ran away as soon as you went in."
Sanfu: “…No.”
But he did not respond to her. His long eyelashes drooped, and his gaze focused on her face, flowing across her eyebrows like a stream.
Sang Fu couldn't see through Zhuang Mowen's expression, nor did she know what he was thinking at the moment. She just felt that his always gentle eyes were deeper and darker than before.
Zhuang Mowen looked straight at her, his eyes dark and filled with inexplicable emotions. He paused and said in a hoarse voice, "Were you serious about your answer today?"
Her: “What?”
She asked back, but the next moment her mind suddenly popped up a sentence that made her scalp tingle slightly - "Sangfu, do you like him?"
Those words made her feel as if an electric shock passed through her body, and even her eyelashes trembled slightly. She raised her eyes blankly and met Siming's inquiring gaze.
She felt guilty when she was looked at, and subconsciously tightened her knife and fork in her hand and turned to look at Zhuang Mowen.
There was another pause the next second.
Zhuang Mowen supported his forehead with his hand, turned his head slightly to look at her, and his calm eyes fell on her face.
He lowered his eyes and remained silent, as if waiting for her answer.
For a moment, no one in the box spoke, and it fell into deathly silence.
After a brief silence, Sanfu nodded and said "hmm".
Coming back from her memories, Sanfu explained, "You were the one who said we should be closer. At that time, I couldn't just say I didn't like it."
Zhuang Mowen remained calm and summarized the key points: "Yes, so I lied to him."
It doesn't seem very accurate to say it's a lie.
Sanfu turned away her eyes and whispered, "It's just a temporary solution."
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes to look at her: "Now, it's just the two of us. What's your answer if it's not a temporary solution?"
"..." Sang Fu's mind was confused and she was talking nonsense: "Ah, I think I heard Chuyi's cry."
She pressed the seat belt, pushed open the door and was about to slip out, but the next second she was pulled back to her original position. Zhuang Mowen leaned over, stretched out his long arm, and locked the car door tightly again.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his eyes: "Why didn't I hear it?"
Sanfu shrank in her seat: "It's true."
"Well," he followed her lead, "never mind it."
After March, Sanfu stopped wearing a scarf when she went out.
Her neck was slender and white, and the rise and fall of her chest extended there when she breathed. A few strands of black hair tucked in casually, the winding traces like a blank sketch, cold and clear.
The small red mole is also hidden in it.
At such close distance, her breath gently brushed across his chin. Zhuang Mowen's voice was hoarse: "This mole of yours is very special."
Sang Fu was stunned for a moment and raised her hand to touch it.
Because her skin was flat, she couldn't actually feel where it was. She only vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a mole on her neck.
"Is it still there?" She was slightly surprised. "I didn't notice it and thought it had disappeared."
"Still here." He brushed aside the strands of hair by her ear and touched the skin behind her earlobe with his fingertips. The scorching heat spread from that spot to the surrounding area.
"here."
Her skin is very sensitive, especially the area around her neck and ears, which is a forbidden zone.
His touch made her shoulders tremble. Sang Fu's fingertips groped up and touched his fingers. Zhuang Mowen withdrew his hand and said, "Yes, here."
Sang Fu pursed her lips and didn't care: "I do have a lot of moles on my body."
Maybe because of her fair skin, she has many moles, but coincidentally, she doesn’t have any on her face. Her face has been very clean since she was a child.
The car was turned off and the heater, which had not been turned on very high, had also been turned off long ago, but Sang Fu still felt hot. She put down her hand and suddenly realized that Zhuang Mowen seemed to have not spoken for a long time.
She looked up at him.
The light shone in at an angle, hitting his straight nose and leaving a deep shadow on the other side of his cheek.
Zhuang Mowen's gaze was still on her neck, his long eyelashes drooping, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
The slight hint of drunkenness became clearer again because of the closer distance.
Sang Fu's eyes flashed, and a guess popped into her head: "Professor Zhuang, are you a little drunk?"
His eyelashes fluttered and he raised his head: "Guess."
Sanfu took a deep breath and felt a little relieved after realizing that he was drunk.
She heard that everyone gets drunk in different ways. Zhuang Mowen is usually very reasonable, so it's no wonder that he was a little unreasonable today.
"Do you want to go back and rest for a while?"
She was thinking about what Zhuang Mowen did when she was drunk last time. He seemed to have made ginger tea for her. Could she make some too?
Sangfu opened the door eagerly, but the next moment someone pulled it shut again.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her, very surprised: "You seem happy that I'm drunk?"
"No," she quickly denied.
"No?"
Zhuang Mowen raised his hand and slowly stroked her eyebrows, feeling the velvety texture.
He said: "It just flew into the sky."
"..." Sang Fu lowered her eyebrows and tried to look serious, "Really, no, I'm just thinking about how to take care of you."
Zhuang Mowen's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"It's the first time I know that if I get drunk I can get special care from Miss Sang." He smiled gently.
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