Chapter 77 Purple Mulberry "Are you happier now?"...
After having dinner with Teacher Zhong, it was already evening.
After saying goodbye to Teacher Zhong at the hotel entrance, Sang Fu didn't look away until Teacher Zhong got into the car and drove away. The dark car body quickly shrank in the night and could no longer be seen.
She pursed her lips and handed the jade pendant box to Zhuang Mowen, "You should keep it."
This was the wedding gift that Teacher Zhong had given her just now during dinner. It was a jade pendant given to her alone. The whole pendant was translucent and warm, and it was obvious that it was made of high-quality jade.
Zhuang Mowen turned his head: "You don't like it?"
"It's not that I don't like it," she explained, "I think it's a little expensive. It's safer to keep it. It would be bad if it broke."
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyelashes to take a look, then took it without saying anything.
Sang Fu was about to get into the car when her loose hair was suddenly lifted by someone.
Then, she felt the warm and slightly cool touch of jade on her chest. Sang Fu lowered her head in surprise. Before she could react, her neck felt heavy. Zhuang Mowen had already put it on her.
"Ms. Zhong picked this out especially for you. It would be a shame not to wear it."
He turned her around and fixed his eyes on her.
The milky white jade pendant on her collar made her skin look even whiter and more delicate than the jade.
Sangfu doesn't actually wear much jewelry. She doesn't have pierced ears, doesn't wear a necklace, and her wrists are empty, with nothing on except the wedding ring on her ring finger.
In winter, she likes to match various scarves and hats, which doesn't seem so special. But now that spring is here, she wears thinner clothes, such as sweaters and long skirts, with her long hair fluttering, and she looks very plain.
He took her hand and wrapped her slender, soft fingers in his palm. "Don't you have jewelry at home? Why do you rarely wear it?"
After hearing this, Sang Fu looked at herself and said, "Because it's troublesome to change necklaces and bracelets, sometimes I just don't wear them."
"Well," he smiled and opened the car door, "then when you choose one, I'll help you put it on."
Sangfu smiled and asked, "But you get up earlier than me every day, how can you help me put it on?"
Zhuang Mowen put his hand on the car door. Today wasn't a formal wedding banquet, so he was dressed casually. The light from the street lamps dyed his hair golden. He thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll wear it the night before."
Sang Fu sat in the passenger seat. The faint sound she heard carried a patient smile. She spoke in a low voice, as if complaining, "You don't mind the trouble."
"How can I be afraid of trouble when I am trying to please my wife?" he said slowly. "You may trouble me as much as you like."
I'm afraid she won't agree.
Sang Fu was slightly startled, and looked up at him for a long time. Suddenly, a smile appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her lips curved slightly, "Okay."
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The next day.
The wedding started very early, and the protagonists usually had to get up before dawn, but the guests were still a little more comfortable. For example, Sanfu slept until her biological clock was set and woke up refreshed.
She has always been particular about her bed, so it should have taken her a long time to fall asleep yesterday. Sang Fu even told Zhuang Mowen about this before going to bed.
Because she usually doesn't move around before going to bed, but once she can't fall asleep, she may toss and turn, and she is afraid of disturbing his sleep.
Zhuang Mowen didn't care whether the shadow affected the matter or not. He didn't mention a word and asked her to go to sleep first. If she couldn't sleep, he would talk to her for a while.
But maybe it was because Zhuang Mowen was by her side, the quilt was stained with his scent. Sang Fu leaned in his arms, subconsciously thinking that she was in Jinyuan's bedroom. She fell asleep just a few minutes after the lights were turned off.
Sang Fu was sitting on the sofa putting on makeup. When she heard footsteps, she turned around and saw Zhuang Mowen, who had changed into a suit of low-key style and color, and was standing in front of the floor-length mirror tying his tie.
She had never understood it before and didn't know what kind of knot it was, but she felt that he was very skilled. It seemed very casual, but the effect was very neat and beautiful. The dark one was tucked under the suit.
Seeing him turn around and look at her, Sanfu immediately said, "I'll be fine soon."
Zhuang Mowen glanced at the time on his watch, then simply sat down next to her and calmly comforted her, "Don't worry, it's still early."
Sang Fu was not used to making people wait, but fortunately she was only putting on light makeup today and was already familiar with the steps, so she finished quickly.
The wedding was a lively one. The banquet hall was decorated magnificently with flowers and crystal chandeliers, which were incredibly beautiful.
The wedding had not officially started yet, and the guests were gathered in groups of three or four, chatting. From a distance, Sang Fu saw Teacher Zhong inside.
Turning around, Teacher Zhong also saw them, and walked towards them with very steady steps.
When he came over and saw the jade pendant on Sang Fu's neck, he was so happy that his face was beaming with joy. He kept saying to the people beside him, "Look, I was saying that this girl Sang looks really good in this jade pendant. It really suits her."
Those gathered around Teacher Zhong were naturally his close friends over the years. They kept in touch with each other and weren't surprised to see Sang Fu. They all looked kind and benevolent. "Mo Wen was very quiet, but he gave us a big surprise the moment we met."
"When is the wedding? Don't forget to invite us old guys to the wedding banquet."
Zhuang Mowen held Sang Fu's hand and said in a clear voice, "Of course."
As the ceremony slowly began, the guests took their seats and the hall fell silent.
No one was sitting at their table yet. Zhuang Mowen pulled out a chair for Sang Fu to sit down. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "When the dishes are served, have whatever you want. There are desserts over there."
This instruction seemed to treat her as a child.
Her parents told her the same thing back then, except for the part about not running around. It was basically the same.
"Okay." Sanfu nodded, and the next second realized that he didn't seem to have any intention of sitting down.
She turned her face away, and because she was a little anxious, she almost kissed him. Sangfu's breathing stopped and she quickly tilted her head back.
Sanfu glanced around, paused, and asked him hesitantly: "Won't you sit with me?"
"Do you really want to sit with me?" He looked at her obviously nervous expression, put his arm around the back of her chair, and smiled softly.
Sanfu turned around and looked at him, the spotlight shining on her face. Her makeup was very light, with almost no makeup on her eyes, but her eyelashes were so thick that it looked like she had eyeliner on, and her black eyes were pure and bright.
As if afraid that he would run away, Sang Fu grabbed his sleeve, said "hmm" seriously, and said honestly: "I miss you very much."
Although she could be alone, she wanted to stay with him when he was around.
Zhuang Mowen was stunned for a moment. His words were more of a joke, but unexpectedly Sang Fu hit him straight away. He was caught off guard by her soft voice.
His eyes were gentle as he explained in a low voice, "I'll go help Teacher Zhong and come back when I'm done."
There are still some things to do at the wedding, especially the two families of the protagonists cannot sit still. Everyone wants Teacher Zhong to take a break, but after all, it is the wedding of his own grandson, so how can Teacher Zhong rest?
Zhuang Mowen naturally wouldn't sit idly by.
Sangfu: "Will you come over when you're done?"
"Yeah." While no one was paying attention, Zhuang Mowen kissed her cheek.
She asked repeatedly, and he patiently replied repeatedly: "Come over when you're done."
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Zhuang Mowen's figure gradually disappeared in the crowd, and suddenly he could not be found. At the same time, several guests gradually sat down at Sang Fu's table.
It would take some time before the food was served. Zhuang Mowen had bought breakfast in the morning, but Sang Fu ate very little. She felt a little hungry now, so she got up and got some pre-meal desserts.
Just as she picked up the plate, Sang Fu turned around and was suddenly hit by something. The plate was still in her hand, but the cake and biscuits she had just picked up fell to the ground.
The other party didn't hold back, and Sang Fu was knocked back a few steps. Her waist hit the corner of the table, and she frowned in pain.
"I'm sorry, sister."
When she heard the sound, she looked closely and found that it was a little kid. She didn't know which family the kid was from and that there was no parent to take care of him. But when she saw the dessert being knocked over, she knew she was in trouble and clenched her hands, not daring to move.
If he had run away, Sanfu would have chased him and brought him back, but he didn't run away.
She looked at the mess of desserts on the floor, then looked at the little brat, sighed, and chose to bend down and said to him calmly: "Go get some paper and clean this up, and I won't tell your parents."
Upon hearing this, the little brat hurriedly tiptoed to reach for the tissue, then knelt on the ground very hard, wiping back and forth many times, until the floor was crystal clear, then he wiped the sweat from his head and stood up.
"Sister, I'm done."
Sanfu didn't want to embarrass him, so she gently threatened him, "If I see you running around again, I'll take you to the police."
I guess the adults have tacitly allowed him to run like this. His parents can't punish him, but the police are very helpful.
This was the experience Sheng Weiyao had summed up when she went home to take care of her little niece, and it worked every time.
Sure enough, the child, who originally had a nervous look on his face, turned into a look of fear after hearing Sang Fu's words. He nodded vigorously and said, "I understand, sister. I will walk slowly."
Sangfu stood up: "Well, go ahead."
The child hurriedly moved forward, step by step, stumbling.
Sang Fu then lowered her head and looked at her clothes. Some of the cream had smudged onto her skirt, which somewhat affected her mood.
She frowned slightly and found a bathroom to wash up.
After washing, Sang Fu wanted to find a staff member to ask if there was a hair dryer. She looked all the way and finally found someone in work clothes. She was about to walk in, but was blocked by the person.
"Hello."
She raised her head and saw a handsome young man standing in front of her, about twenty years old. He pointed at the marks on her skirt.
"I see your skirt is wet, are you looking for a hair dryer?"
Sanfu nodded.
He smiled and said, "The groom is my good friend. I know where the hair dryer is. Come with me."
Sang Fu looked at the staff in the distance and declined, "Sorry, I won't bother you. I'll just find the staff."
The young man smiled unchanged and continued to persuade: "Follow me, it will be faster. Everyone is very busy."
Sang Fu was about to refuse again, but when she glanced behind the young man, her eyes lit up slightly. The young man noticed her gaze, turned his head, and Zhuang Mowen's figure came into view.
The young man was a good friend of the groom, but he wasn't familiar with the man in front of him. "Professor Zhuang."
Zhuang Mowen said "hmm" lightly, without stopping, and brushed past his shoulder.
The young man turned around and saw Professor Zhuang, who was rumored to be averse to women, walking up to the girl from a few steps away.
The next second, he heard Zhuang Mowen's low voice: "What's going on with the skirt?"
The girl was completely obscured by Zhuang Mowen's back, and her voice was even smaller than his.
Not knowing what he said, Zhuang Mowen turned around and glanced at the young man.
The young man felt a little tense all over.
He had heard that Zhuang Mowen was married, but he didn't expect that the girl he casually chatted up happened to have a close relationship with Zhuang Mowen.
He was just about to find an excuse to slip away when Zhuang Mowen came over and extended his hand to him politely: "Hello, my wife said you wanted to help her. Thank you very much."
The young man just laughed it off, pretending to be dumb, and extended his hand to shake it: "You're welcome, you're welcome."
As soon as he held it, his face changed.
Looking back at Zhuang Mowen, he acted as if nothing had happened, still with a perfect smile on his face, looking very graceful, as if it wasn't him who was silently squeezing the person's hand to the point of breaking it.
"Then I'll take her there to deal with it first. We can talk again when we have time."
The young man was sweating profusely: "Okay, okay, let's talk again when we have time."
Zhuang Mowen then let him go and pulled Sang Fu into an empty lounge next door.
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Sang Fu lowered her head and looked at Zhuang Mowen who had come back from finding the hair dryer and was squatting in front of her.
Thinking of what he said before he left, she said, "Are you done with your work? Why don't I do it myself?"
"It won't waste time." He lowered his eyes, and those few words silenced all her worries.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her skirt. The place where it was stained was actually a bit awkward, just below her hips and above her knees.
If he wanted to blow, he couldn't blow close to her skin. It would be inefficient and he couldn't estimate the temperature accurately. It would be bad if he burned her.
Zhuang Mowen paused, lifted the hem of her skirt, and looked up at her: "It will be done soon."
Sanfu nodded.
He continued. His arm was instantly buried by the soft skirt. His hand moved along the skirt, trying not to touch her legs, but always touching her legs.
The hair dryer was turned on, and the humming sound filled the entire lounge.
The gear was not set to a high setting, and his hand was in front of her legs, so Sangfu didn't feel hot or anything, just warm and comfortable.
However, her skirt was always blown against her skin, which made her feel a little itchy. Sang Fu wanted to adjust it, but after just two moves, Zhuang Mowen silently grabbed her legs with his backhand.
"Don't move yet."
The skirt was not dry yet, and moisture fell into his palm, making it a little wet. He held her legs without using much strength, but Sang Fu instantly stood there motionless as if acupuncture was applied.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of the hair dryer finally stopped.
Zhuang Mowen let go of her legs, stood up and put the hair dryer back in its place.
"Do you know that person just now?"
He asked about what happened just now.
Sanfu replied: "I don't know him."
Zhuang Mowen came over and helped her straighten her skirt: "You're still talking when you don't know me."
Sangfu: "Can't I talk if I don't know you?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "Of course not."
"Why?"
He was speechless for a moment and said, "No means no."
Sang Fu leaned against the armrest of the sofa, observing him with some doubt for a while, and suddenly an idea came to her mind:
"I see. Are you unhappy?"
She added: "Because I was talking to him?"
Zhuang Mowen paused and looked at her, his mood was extremely complicated.
She did nothing wrong. It would be ridiculous if someone approached her because she was outstanding.
But he is not that magnanimous. When he sees the person he likes being hit on, he remains calm and doesn't care at all.
He sighed: "Sangfu, I don't blame you..."
Before he could finish his words, Sanfu held his face with both hands, tilted her head, and without warning, gave him a quick kiss on the face.
"I know." She stepped on her heels and said, "Are you happier now?"
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The author has something to say: I was stuck for eight hours before I finished writing :( No more tonight, babies, the holiday is coming to an end and I have to catch up on work today
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