Chapter 13: Raw Mulberry is only wrapped in a bath towel
Sangfu was stunned for a moment and saw her bare fingers.
To avoid trouble, she would take off her wedding ring before going to Jiada University these days and put it on again when she got home, so Zhuang Mowen never noticed.
Afraid that Zhuang Mowen would question her cooperation, she calmed her brows and explained seriously, "Because I have to go to Jiada University frequently these days, and you have a lot of students there, I thought it would be more convenient to take it off. I'll put it on after this is over."
Zhuang Mowen's eyelashes moved slightly, and his raised gaze fell on Sang Fu's face.
Her eyes were not particularly large, but their shape was particularly beautiful. Her pupils were clear and bright, and her eyelashes were curved upwards. She had a toughness and a certain ignorant coldness, which gave her eyes and eyebrows a special appeal.
At that moment, Zhuang Mowen couldn't explain why he suddenly cared about that small ring.
He knew better than anyone that Sanfu and he were not bound by the ring, nor were they bound to each other. She could do anything as long as it did not affect the terms of their contract.
This inexplicable feeling of depression made Zhuang Mowen unable to control his emotions for the first time, and he frowned slightly.
During the silence, the two of them had quietly arrived at the door. The waiter, smiling and professional, said, "Welcome to visit again next time."
The waiter's voice interrupted his thoughts, and the strange feeling that had been surging in his chest finally began to slowly dissipate. Noticing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Sang Fu turned back to look at him: "Professor Zhuang?"
In his sight, Zhuang Mowen's figure was tall and straight, as gentle as jade, no different from the one in the box just now. He said "hmm", his voice still gentle and soothing, "Let's go."
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The next day, Sang Fu got into Zhuang Mowen's car again.
She wanted to refuse, but Sheng Weiyao borrowed her car that afternoon.
Sheng Weiyao has a little hobby of chasing stars. Today, a singer she particularly likes is on tour in the next city, so she and two of her star-chasing sisters want to drive there and come back before class the next afternoon.
Sang Fu had previously lent her car to Sheng Weiyao to chase celebrities, but because she rarely went out and was too lazy to drive, the car was always empty. Furthermore, Sheng Weiyao always brought her lots of gifts, so she wouldn't let her suffer any loss. This time, Sang Fu agreed without much hesitation.
She is close to Jiada University and there is no rush for a car.
The topic did not continue yesterday, and Sang Fu thought that going to Jiada University together was just a casual mention by Zhuang Mowen, but when she got up at her own time in the morning, Zhuang Mowen's car was still parked outside.
In the early morning, the champagne gray paint reflects the soft morning light. This color unexpectedly suits its owner very well. It is not dull, but not frivolous either. Parked there, with the green shade as the background, there is only quiet gentleness and elegance.
There are four interlaced silver circles in front of the car body. Sanfu has not researched which Audi model it is, but whether from a visual perspective or from the actual feeling of sitting in it, it is very large, like a station wagon.
Sang Fu was about to look away when Chuyi appeared in her sight with his tongue sticking out.
She looked up along the rope around its neck and saw Zhuang Mowen.
He walked out of the yard, wearing a casual beige sweater and jeans, with a subtle light on his black hair.
Sweaters are made of soft materials, which can easily magnify flaws when worn, but Zhuang Mowen doesn't seem to have this problem.
He was tall, and even in his autumn clothes one could tell he must have been exercising regularly. His arms were broad and strong, but not too muscular.
Soon, Zhuang Mowen came in. Sang Fu met his eyes and said, "Good morning."
"Good morning." Zhuang Mowen untied Chuyi's leash and rubbed its head. "Go play."
He stood up and looked at her: "When do we leave?"
"I'll have breakfast." Sang Fu didn't even need to ask. According to his habit, he should have already eaten.
As expected, Zhuang Mowen nodded: "Then you eat first, I'll go upstairs to change clothes."
At the dining table, Sanfu ate slowly.
She eats little and eats slowly, and has been taking Chinese medicine for some time. I don't know if it's due to psychological reasons, but her appetite seems to have improved.
When Sanfu was halfway through eating her toast, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure sitting next to her.
She paused: "You haven't eaten yet?"
Sang Fu didn't ask, and Aunt Zhao didn't mention it specifically. She brought out the portion she'd reserved for him. Zhuang Mowen changed into a formal shirt, as if he usually dressed more formally at school.
He replied: "Since you were still asleep this morning, I took Chuyi for a walk."
Sanfu swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "Is that so."
Neither of them said anything else. After a while, Sang Fu couldn't help but ask, "Professor Zhuang, are you waiting for me? Is everything okay at school?"
Normally, he would have arrived at school by the time she got up.
She also heard from Sheng Weiyao that Zhuang Mowen would always arrive on time unless he had lectures at other schools and never leave early. He had previously worked at a top university in another city for two years and had a similar reputation.
He didn't answer directly. For some unknown reason, he actually asked her back, but his tone was very relaxed: "What if it's related?"
Sang Fu thought about it and said honestly: "I don't know either."
It's already this late, even if there is a connection, I'm afraid I can only avoid it next time...
Zhuang Mowen smiled and explained, "The school gave me the freedom to do so. Don't worry, it's okay."
"Even if there is, this is my personal choice. You don't have to worry."
After finishing breakfast, Zhuang Mowen drove the car out first. Sang Fu took her things, said hello to Aunt Zhao, and also left the yard.
She opened the back seat, placed her bags on the seat, and then moved to sit in the passenger seat.
Zhuang Mowen asked again, "Did you bring a computer?"
"Yeah," Sang Fu lowered her head to fasten her seatbelt. She didn't wear a hairpin today, and her hair fell as she moved, covering half of her face. "Wei Yao should be back by noon. I'll wait for her over there. I can drive the car back directly."
Zhuang Mowen nodded and said nothing more. He turned the steering wheel and the car drove towards Jiada.
The car drove for a while and turned a corner, and Jiada University was not far away.
Sang Fu looked at the increasingly familiar scene and suddenly turned to Zhuang Mowen and said, "Professor Zhuang, please just drop me off at this intersection."
After yesterday's ring incident, Zhuang Mowen knew the reason without asking.
"Sangfu," he said helplessly, and even sighed, "Even though we... we are still legally married in name only, why are you acting like a thief, afraid of getting involved with me?"
The ring was, and is.
Sang Fu scratched her cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I don't know. Maybe you're too famous in school, and I'm a little scared."
Zhuang Mowen was speechless: "..."
He still stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.
Sang Fu unbuckled her seatbelt and after some thought, she decided to have a formal conversation with Zhuang Mowen: "I think we should try not to let anyone at school know about our relationship."
Zhuang Mowen asked, "Why?"
Sang Fu opened the car door, got out, stood by the road, and said slowly, "If we ever separate in the future, we can at least leave each other with some dignity."
She doesn't have many close friends and a small social circle. Even if she has fans of her books, it has little impact on her marriage life.
But Zhuang Mowen is different.
It was reasonable for him not to announce his marriage, but it was also right for him to announce it. He was of marriageable age and there were many teachers in the school. He also needed the status of being married to avoid unnecessary introductions.
She is willing to always be the unknown wife beside Zhuang Mowen. Mystery means peace and quiet. After the divorce, she will be less subject to a lot of discussion and will be more efficient.
What Sang Fu could think of, Zhuang Mowen could not fail to think of.
He was silent for a few seconds and agreed, "Okay, I'll do as you say. As long as you don't lie, we can avoid you at school."
Communicating with smart people is always efficient, as it saves you from a lot of nonsense and arguments. Sang Fu relaxed a lot. She opened the back seat to get her bag. Zhuang Mowen glanced at her and asked, "Where are you going to wait after the filming?"
"Any milk tea shop or coffee shop will do."
Jiada University is quite large, and it takes some time to walk from the campus to the outside and find a store.
So, Zhuang Mowen said, "I have a separate lounge at school."
"No, it would be bad if others saw me go in."
Just when she said she wanted to avoid it, Sangfu refused without hesitation.
She took off her computer bag and small purse, closed the door, and then returned to the driver's seat window.
Sang Fu was carrying a lot of bags, and the hem of her cyan skirt was lifted by the wind. She bent slightly and said to him, "Professor Zhuang, that's enough."
"Okay." Zhuang Mowen didn't force it. He was about to start the car, but when his eyes swept over her skirt, he blurted out, "The skirt looks very nice."
He had no other thoughts, and his tone was normal: "You are more suitable for wearing bright colors."
Sangfu was still standing there. When she heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"Thank you, I think so too."
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The filming did not last too long. Two days later, Sang Fu officially finished the filming at Jiada University, declined Junjun's offer to treat her to a meal, and returned to Jinyuan.
Sang Fu had almost finished taking the Chinese medicine prescribed by Rong Qingqiu. When she heard Rong Qingqiu say that she needed to recuperate slowly and that he would prescribe some more for her next month, Sang Fu started to have bouts of headaches.
"Grandma." Sang Fu opened her mouth, but didn't know how to say it.
She sat on the bed in the bedroom. Rong Qingqiu spoke kindly and had been caring for her without reservation during this period. He treated her like his own granddaughter, so Sang Fu also treated her like her own grandmother.
She mustered up her courage and whispered, "Can you prescribe some medicine that isn't bitter?"
Rong Qingqiu was stunned for a long time before he smiled. "I was wondering why you were always hesitating. So that's why. Last time I secretly asked Mo Wen if you said the medicine was bitter. He said you didn't even frown. That's amazing."
Sang Fu said awkwardly, "People always have to save some face."
"Girl, hearing you say that, I admire you even more." Rong Qingqiu smiled, "But good medicine tastes bitter, and there's nothing Grandma can do about it."
After hanging up the phone, it was obvious that Rong Qingqiu was unshakable. Sang Fu buried her head in the pillow helplessly. After a while, she raised her face and looked at the time on the lock screen. It was almost eleven o'clock, and she had to get up to write.
As soon as she got into bed, she always felt uncontrollable fatigue. Sangfu thought she would lie down for two more minutes and then get up. Just as she closed her eyes, the phone rang again.
It’s still Rong Qingqiu.
Thinking that there was something unfinished, Sanfu answered the phone—
"Xiao Fu, is Mo Wen at home?"
Sang Fu remembered that Zhuang Mowen had come back for dinner tonight, so he shouldn't be away from home. However, she was not sure, so she just asked, "Do you have anything to do with him?"
"It's not a big deal," Rong Qingqiu said. Sang Fu knew that every time Rong Qingqiu called her, he would also call Zhuang Mowen. "It's just that his phone is turned off. If he is with you, please ask him to answer the phone."
Even if Zhuang Mowen was at home, it was impossible for him to be with her at this time.
Sang Fu didn't dare to say such words. She comforted Rong Qingqiu: "He seemed to have gone downstairs to get some water just now. Grandma, I'll talk to him later."
After hanging up the phone, Sangfu got out of bed, put on her slippers and left the bedroom.
Aunt Zhao had gone home a long time ago. She looked carefully and saw that Zhuang Mowen and Chuyi were not downstairs.
She turned and walked towards Zhuang Mowen's room, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.
The door was closed tightly. Sanfu knocked for a while and called out to him, but she heard no sound from inside and no one responded to her.
Did Zhuang Mowen really go out?
There is no other answer except this.
Sang Fu was thinking this and was about to turn around and go back to the bedroom to call Rong Qingqiu back, but just before she took a step, the door opened with a click.
She looked over, but there was no one at the door. She realized something and lowered her gaze to meet Chuyi, who looked like he was begging for praise.
Sang Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She walked a few steps closer, knelt down and touched Chuyi's head, "Did you open the door? Where's your brother?"
Before she finished her words, there was another sound. Sangfu raised her head, and the next second, the bathroom door opened in her sight.
She was stunned.
Zhuang Mowen had just finished taking a shower and was only wrapped in a bath towel. He probably didn't expect that when Chuyi opened the door, he looked obviously surprised when he saw Sang Fu.
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