Chapter 74 Ripe Mulberries "I'll go back and help you apply the medicine."...
"Thank you, Miss Sang, for trusting us and being willing to work with us. We've already posted your book signing schedule online. Please promote it on your Weibo when you return."
Inside the elegantly decorated cafe, Xiaoyu, a staff member, smiled as she pulled two paper contracts from her briefcase and handed them to the quiet girl across from her. "Two copies of the contract. Take a look. If you have no questions, sign them and we'll give you a quick tour of the venue."
The electronic version of the contract was sent to Sangfu when it was online, and she had already read it carefully.
Furthermore, some of Sangfu's pen pals had held book signing events before her, and their evaluation of this organizer was quite fair, saying that the advantages outweighed the disadvantages and there would be no mistakes in principle.
Since her college days, there has been a strong demand from readers for her to hold book signings. Many organizers have approached Sang Fu, but without exception, she has rejected them all.
When she stood up and prepared to go to the venue, Sangfu's cell phone vibrated slightly. She saw who was calling, apologized to the staff, and quickly walked into the bathroom to answer the call.
"Hello."
"Are we there yet?"
It was quite quiet over there, and even his voice sounded very clean and clear.
He should be at school at this time. She remembered that she had told him a long time ago that he had a separate lounge. She wondered if he was in there.
"Yes, we have met. Now let's go check out the venue and then go back to Lincheng."
The organizer is not in Lincheng, but it is not far from Lincheng. It only takes half an hour by high-speed rail.
"When you come back at noon, I'll take you to eat."
Zhuang Mowen sat down at the table. He switched his left hand to hold the phone, and took out a pen from the pen holder with his right hand to write on the documents.
"It just opened last month. Several teachers from Jiada University have been there. They have good reviews and the food is not spicy."
After hanging up the phone, Sangfu washed her hands and left the bathroom.
In just a few days, the wound on my right hand has almost healed. There is no need to use a Band-Aid anymore. Only if you look closely can you see a thin scab on the skin.
Due to her personality, although many readers still send her private messages and comment sections asking her to hold a book signing, she actually thought about not holding a book signing event in her life.
She worried that she would not be able to respond to the readers' enthusiasm and would disappoint them.
But now, her heart seemed to be filled with courage. She wanted to take that step and learn to accept love calmly, pass on love, and express love.
It doesn’t matter if you are a little inexperienced, you can take it slow.
"Ms. Sang, the venue is right here. I've already explained the specific procedures to you in the cafe. We'll prepare a document and send it to you after we return."
After arriving at the venue by car, Xiaoyu took Sangfu for a tour. Sangfu didn't say much, but she basically answered every question and never gave a perfunctory answer.
Moreover, if she encounters something she doesn't understand, she will ask directly. If she feels that an arrangement is not appropriate, she will not let it go until everything is communicated clearly.
The temperature in the venue was higher than outside. Sangfu was a person who was afraid of heat and cold, so she felt hot after walking for a while and took off her coat.
Xiaoyu finished speaking and turned to look at her.
In fact, after several years of repeated setbacks, many organizers in the industry have given up inviting Sang Fu. Although the book has a large fan base and is well-known and popular, it is futile if the author herself is unwilling.
Their company had the same idea. Originally, they did not plan to invite Sang Fu again this year, but Xiaoyu opposed it and wanted to give it another try.
She had also read Sanfu's books, and it was not difficult to see the tenacity and courage of the protagonists in her stories.
So her opposition was also selfish. She also wanted to meet Sang Ren herself and see what kind of girl was the one who could write these stories.
Xiaoyu thought she would be very talkative, like an elite lady in the workplace, but that was not the case. Sangfu was very introverted, had no outstanding appearance, and looked young.
When Xiaoyu saw her for the first time, she thought she was a freshman who sat in the wrong seat.
But after the conversation, Xiaoyu understood why she was able to write those stories.
Her temperament is a bit cold, and her bookish air is shrouded in a hint of alienation, which can easily put people off. If she is too aloof, she will inevitably appear arrogant.
But she is neither humble nor arrogant, without any of the impetuousness that comes from being famous too early, and is calm and quiet.
Sitting in front of her, it seemed difficult not to look at her and not be attracted by her.
"Miss Sang, do you have any questions?"
Sang Fu also stopped: "No more, thank you."
Xiaoyu smiled and was about to say that we would stop here today, but suddenly her eyes paused and she raised her hand and pointed at herself: "Miss Sang, here..."
Sang Fu was stunned and lowered her head.
She wore a high-necked jacket when she went out today, firstly to keep out the wind, and secondly to block out other things.
But I just took off my coat because it was hot, leaving only a ruffled shirt underneath.
The neckline was not very open, but by chance, it revealed the trace of the lower edge of the collarbone that had not yet disappeared. It was slightly red and quite obvious against the snow-white skin.
She kept her head down for a long moment before she found a lame excuse and looked up to explain, "...It was an insect bite."
"Oh," Xiaoyu immediately rummaged through her bag, "I have some ointment here, would you like to apply some?"
"Okay, thank you." Sang Fu took it reluctantly and applied a little.
After that, none of them mentioned the matter again.
When they left the venue and Sang Fu called a taxi to leave, Xiao Yu suddenly called her: "Are you getting married?"
Sang Fu was surprised: "How do you know?"
Xiaoyu said: "I don't know, I'll just ask."
But when she first saw the ring on Sanfu's ring finger in the cafe, she thought it was just a decoration.
“…”
From the other party's seemingly innocent answer, Sang Fu slowly understood something. Her face felt a little hot, and she didn't say anything more. She bent down and got into the back seat.
And put on his coat.
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Return to Lincheng.
There was a lot of traffic jam near the high-speed rail station. Sang Fu didn't drive, nor did she ask Zhuang Mowen to pick her up. She took the subway here and then took the subway back to find him.
After exiting the subway station, Sang Fu was still looking down at the location sent by Zhuang Mowen. She noticed someone in front of her out of the corner of her eye, and she subconsciously moved to the side. The next second, someone touched her forehead.
"Looking at your phone while walking is not a good habit."
Sang Fu raised her head and saw that it was Zhuang Mowen. After she was startled, a look of surprise appeared on her face: "Why are you here? Didn't I say I would go there by myself? It only takes five minutes to walk there."
"Yeah, but I want to see you five minutes early."
Zhuang Mowen smiled nonchalantly, and he reached out and took her bag naturally. "Did everything go well today?"
"It went smoothly."
Sang Fu said in a brisk voice, "The official signing will be next month. In the next two weeks, I will also prepare some gifts for the readers who come to see me."
He listened and turned his head to look at her.
Most of the time, she is relatively silent, and it is rare to see her so excited. From the first sentence, she talks much more than usual.
Zhuang Mowen raised his lips and smiled: "Okay. I'll accompany you then."
When they entered the restaurant, they found that it was indeed very popular, with reservations coming in continuously as soon as it opened. When the two of them arrived, they heard the waiter apologize to the new guests and say there were no seats left.
Zhuang Mowen had made a reservation in advance, so naturally he didn't have to worry about not having a seat. The waiter led the two of them upstairs to sit down.
The second and third floors are mostly private rooms. They ordered their dishes and sat inside to wait.
The temperature is warming up now, and there is no wind. The indoor temperature is just right for wearing one layer of clothing. Zhuang Mowen put his coat on his arm and looked up at her coat, which was still tightly pulled together. "Do you want to take it off? I'll put it over there."
Sang Fu thought of something and took a deep breath: "No."
"Isn't it hot?" Zhuang Mowen paused, "Your coat looks a bit thick."
"It just looks thick," Sanfu said firmly, "it's not actually thick."
"All right."
Zhuang Mowen was in no hurry to leave. He asked, "So you're not hot?"
She was hot, almost hot as hell.
Sanfu thought to herself, then nodded without hesitation: "Not hot."
He said "Oh" but said nothing. He opened the tissue on the table and handed it to her.
Sanfu looked at him with a puzzled look.
He said, "Wipe off the sweat before taking it off."
"..." Sang Fu took the tissue, spread it out cowardly and covered her face with it. Her breath made the tissue tremble as she spoke.
"I don't want to take it off."
Zhuang Mowen just thought that the clothes she wore today were not very convenient. He got up earlier than her, so he didn't know what she was wearing underneath.
In his impression, Sang Fu's clothes are all literary and fashionable but relatively conservative. However, even if they are more open, Zhuang Mowen doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. It's just a personal preference. Would it be good if he gets sick from the heat?
"I'm the only one here, it's okay." He looked at her movements and was obviously frustrated, with a hint of amusement mixed in his helplessness. "If it really doesn't work, my dress is a little thinner. You can put it on when the waiter comes in."
"That's not the question."
Sang Fu said in a low voice, but she was indeed very hot, and besides, the mark was made by him, so there was really no need to cover it up.
Thinking of this, she unzipped and took off her coat with some discomfort.
He looked at what she was wearing underneath. It was just a normal shirt, loose at best, and since she was thin, the collar hung a little loose.
Zhuang Mowen's gaze moved down to his collar, and then his eyes paused.
He looked at the red mark for a long time without moving, and understood everything.
After that night, she wore a turtleneck the next day, and her pajamas happened to cover a lot, so he couldn't see anything.
Besides, he didn't kiss her hard at that time, so even if it was easy for her to leave marks, Zhuang Mowen thought it would have disappeared long ago.
I didn't expect it was still there.
After a while, he looked away and said, "I'll ask the waiter to turn down the air conditioning. You can put on your clothes."
The air conditioner in the box is on, but the temperature is quite suitable. If you want to wear a coat, it is better to keep it lower.
If she really cares, don't force it.
The waiter came and adjusted the air conditioner.
It will take some time for the food to be served. There is a long sofa in the private room for rest, which is very comfortable to sit on.
After the waiter left, Zhuang Mowen closed the door and turned around to see Sang Fu sitting there. She was looking down at her phone, probably preparing for the gifts.
Sang Fu was still browsing the shops that accepted custom-made items when she suddenly noticed a darkening on her face. She raised her eyes and saw Zhuang Mowen leaning over her, his tall body covering her, and with one hand lifting up her coat which she had not completely pulled up.
"Let me see."
"What are you looking at?"
Sang Fu subconsciously grabbed his wrist, but she didn't need to. As soon as her fingertips touched him, Zhuang Mowen stopped.
He noticed her nervousness and reassured her: "I've asked repeatedly, there are no surveillance cameras in the box."
"Let me see if I should apply some medicine," he said softly, his tone coaxing her, "You didn't show me afterwards, I didn't know the marks were so severe."
"Listen, let me see."
His shoulders were very broad, and when they pressed down, they could easily block her entire view. Even if there were surveillance cameras, they probably wouldn't be able to capture anything they shouldn't have.
Sanfu thought for a few seconds and then let go.
The coat was opened, feeling a little cold, so he used his thumb to push open the collar of her shirt, revealing the half-hidden kiss mark.
It would have been fine if I hadn't pulled it, but once I did, the marks on the surrounding area, some deep and some shallow, were revealed.
He stared at the silent gap, and Sang Fu said, "I checked. The deeper marks like this will take longer to disappear. The shallower ones below may be gone in two days."
Zhuang Mowen hummed, "I'd better buy some medicine when I get home later."
"good."
He didn't let go, and gently brushed the marks with his fingertips, asking her, "Are there any other places?"
"Somewhere else?"
Zhuang Mowen glanced at her and explained, "It's on the chest."
Sang Fu quickly said "Oh" twice, "I saw there was still a little yesterday."
And there were not only kiss marks, but also finger marks. She didn't feel comfortable looking at them closely.
"Sorry," he said, helping her put her clothes back on. "I'll help you apply the medicine when I get back."
"It's okay," Sangfu pursed her lips, "You didn't hurt me, none of this hurts. I've been like this since I was a kid, I get bruises all over my body for no apparent reason."
"Is that so?" Zhuang Mowen seemed to have encountered a difficult problem. "Then what should I do?"
Sang Fu thought about it and realized that she had never dealt with it before. "When the time comes, it will disappear naturally. It doesn't matter."
Zhuang Mowen said, "I mean, what will happen in the future?"
It turns red, blue or purple if touched.
"How can I bear to do that?"
Sanfu paused for a moment and said, "Then please be gentler."
Zhuang Mowen smiled, "Okay."
His breath was hot on her face.
Sangfu's body was pressed against the soft leather sofa, her face slightly tilted up. The world was very quiet, with only the sound of their breathing and the sound of them slowly getting closer and closer, almost entangled.
In fact, it wasn't particularly quiet. The sound of guests talking outside the box was faintly heard, getting closer and closer.
"This business is so good, the waiters are overwhelmed. Is this the one he was talking about?"
Sangfu heard it and became alert: "It seems someone is coming."
"They're from another private room and won't be coming in." Zhuang Mowen didn't move. "Our food won't be served for another ten minutes."
He paused, moved closer, and lowered his voice: "You can kiss gently."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open and all the sounds in the corridor rushed in.
Sang Fu was so frightened that before she could react, Zhuang Mowen had already pulled his coat over her head.
The person at the door was probably also embarrassed and fell silent for a moment.
After a second, he said, "There are people here, Teacher Chen, you've taken the wrong path. The room is next door."
Several people apologized and were about to leave when one of them glanced at the person inside and said, "Hey, isn't this Professor Zhuang?"
Everyone glanced over there, and immediately, the awkward situation turned from very awkward to a little awkward.
"Oh, Professor Zhuang is here too!"
Zhang Lu squeezed out of the crowd and said, "It's really Professor Zhuang. You never come every time I call you. So you have an appointment."
Zhuang Mowen stood aside, half-blocking her figure, pursing his lips, his face unusually cold and hard. When he heard what they said, he turned his head to look at Sang Fu.
As soon as he turned around, all his unhappiness at being disturbed turned into a dilemma.
She had no intention of hiding and had already pulled down his coat.
Zhuang Mowen still remembered what she had said to him at first. She didn't want to be discovered by his colleagues or students, but now...
He asked in a voice only they could hear, "Are you not hiding anymore?"
Sanfu shook her head.
Zhuang Mowen smiled lightly and moved aside calmly, revealing her figure to everyone.
Zhang Lu looked at Sang Fu standing beside him, and his eyes widened when he saw Sang Fu's appearance clearly.
Not to mention other teachers, he was the instructor of the promotional video at that time, how could he not know Sang Fu?
Everyone also looked at Sang Fu curiously.
I had heard a long time ago that Zhuang Mowen was married. He was a chaste man and there were no girls around him. He rarely attended teacher gatherings. For him to have dinner alone with a girl meant that their relationship was not ordinary.
"This person couldn't be..."
"Hey, is there any need to explain this?" Before Zhuang Mowen could reply, everyone understood. "It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Isn't this a coincidence? Professor Zhuang, let's go eat together."
In this kind of situation, and since they were all Zhuang Mowen's colleagues, it was indeed difficult to refuse. Sang Fu had this thought in mind and was ready to go over. The next second -
"No."
She raised her head and saw Zhuang Mowen politely refusing without changing his expression:
"I want to spend some time with my wife, please forgive me."
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The author has something to say: Does anyone understand Zhuang’s dark side?
Going back to help you apply the medicine is equivalent to touching it again.
I have exceeded the word count, so I have only finished writing at this point. Sorry, my dears.
Red envelopes to compensate everyone
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