Chapter 6: Raw Mulberries "Give me your hand."
The next morning, Sanfu was woken up by the alarm clock.
Sangfu couldn't think of any ideas last night, so she just went to bed.
Today is a weekday. When Sang Fu went downstairs at eight o'clock, Zhuang Mowen had already gone to Jiada University early.
Sitting in the restaurant and having breakfast, Sang Fu chatted with Aunt Zhao for a while. Aunt Zhao said that when she just arrived at Jinyuan at seven o'clock, Zhuang Mowen had already returned from his morning run. He probably left the house at dawn.
Sangfu remembered seeing him when she went downstairs last night. He seemed to have just come back from a run.
After she finished her breakfast, Aunt Zhao quickly washed the dishes and prepared to take the long-awaited Chuyi out for a walk.
Zhuang Mowen had specifically told Aunt Zhao that Sang Fu was afraid of dogs. Chu Yi could only be put down to play when Sang Fu was in her room upstairs. When Sang Fu came downstairs, she would take Chu Yi somewhere else.
In short, stay away from her to avoid scaring her.
"Oh, Mr. Zhuang's little dog has such a good personality," Aunt Zhao said, smiling as she extended her hand. Chuyi stretched out his neck and put his head closer, letting Aunt Zhao rub his big head. "He's not afraid of people at all, and he's not aggressive either. Miss Sang, do you want to pet him?"
When Aunt Zhao turned around, Chuyi also looked up at her.
It wagged its tail, its black bean-like eyes were round and bright, staring straight ahead.
He stared at Sang Fu, who looked naive, with fluffy and soft snow-white fur. Looking at Chuyi's whole body, there was not a single fierce line.
In just this moment of hesitation, Chuyi enthusiastically wagged his tail and walked towards her. Sangfu immediately took a half step back: "Or, let's just forget it."
Aunt Zhao smiled and put a leash on Chuyi: "Then I'll take him away first. Call me if you need anything."
Sanfu nodded: "Okay."
As the National Day holiday approaches, Sheng Weiyao is busy matching clothes for her trip. Every time at this moment, Sheng Weiyao is most patient and energetic.
She took advantage of the fact that she had no classes in the afternoon and ran back to her rental house outside the school. She picked out more than a dozen outfits from her overcrowded wardrobe, put them on one by one, took photos in front of the mirror and sent them to Sangfu.
[Help! I'm having trouble making a decision again!]
Sang Fu does not have difficulty making choices. Sheng Weiyao usually likes her to make choices for her.
Taking advantage of her free time, Sangfu selected a few sets for her and sent them along with the pictures.
[These are the sets.]
Sang Fu always dresses carefully whenever she goes out, and her aesthetic taste never drops. Sheng Weiyao is satisfied and accepts her style: "Okay, hey, then you come pick me up at the airport tomorrow?"
Sang Fu's car is still at home. She usually doesn't go out, so she rarely drives. But after moving to Jinyuan, she should park her car here.
[OK. ]
In the rental house, Sheng Weiyao was bored. She clicked on the food delivery app to pick out lunch, then turned back and asked her: "Have you told Professor Zhuang about your trip?"
Sanfu is also planning it, [tell him in the evening.]
Sheng Weiyao: [It's true that I should say something, considering your current relationship. Anyway, ever since I found out you were marrying Professor Zhuang, my prejudice against him has been completely shattered.]
Sanfu was curious: [Hahaha, why?]
I always thought Professor Zhuang was the kind of person who was out of touch with the world... He used to be like a god floating in the sky, visible but unreachable, and now he's suddenly become my best friend's husband... It's so magical.
Sheng Weiyao added: "Anyway, I don't dare to respond when others talk about Professor Zhuang now, for fear of being exposed. After all, Professor Zhuang hasn't announced his marriage yet."
The more you say, the more mistakes you make. It’s better not to say anything.
Sang Fu's eyebrows curved slightly, amused by her words. She raised one hand to turn on the computer, and with the other hand quickly replied: [Thank you, dear Wei Yao, for trying hard to keep it a secret for me. I'll treat you to dinner next time :)]
Sheng Weiyao sent a voice message, and the lion opened his mouth wide: "One meal is not enough, I need ten meals."
Sang Fu smiled faintly and agreed with her: [Okay, ten meals.]
…
Jiada University, teachers' office.
Zhuang Mowen came back from the group meeting and it was lunch time.
My colleague Zhang Lu was packing up teaching aids across the street. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhuang Mowen sitting down. "Professor Zhuang, are you eating in the cafeteria today? Let's go together."
Although Zhuang Mowen's tenure at Jia University was short, his popularity among teachers and students was impeccable. He treated students strictly but not seriously, was well-mannered in his interactions with others, and maintained a sense of propriety with everyone. In order to supervise the graduate students on hand, he was basically at school even when he had no classes.
Not to mention that they had heard of Zhuang Mowen's name a few years ago, and now he is a hot commodity in the school.
Leaders are satisfied, colleagues admire, and students love.
Zhang Lu estimated that after a while, the seniors who had introduced Zhuang Mowen to someone else would start to make their move.
"No," he said, staring at the computer screen, his fingertips tapping on the keyboard as he made the final arrangements for the students' materials. "I'll go after I'm done."
Zhang Lu didn't force it.
After Zhang Lu left, the office was deserted. Zhuang Mowen quietly finished his work, then checked his phone to see the time. It was exactly ten minutes past twelve.
He was about to get up, but the next moment, a WeChat message popped up on his phone, which was about to automatically turn off the screen.
[Hello Mr. Zhuang, the wedding ring you purchased last week has been exchanged for the correct size. Would you like to pick it up, or do you want us to deliver it to you?]
Zhuang Mowen just remembered something. He paused and picked up his phone to reply:
[Hello, I'll pick it up this afternoon.]
…
Sang Fu planned to tell Zhuang Mowen that she was going to travel during the holidays after dinner, but she didn't expect that Zhuang Mowen would stop her first.
Aunt Zhao cleaned up the dishes and went into the kitchen. Chuyi ate dog food and fell asleep in the nest. Sang Fu followed Zhuang Mowen out of the restaurant, her mind still full of thoughts about packing her luggage after taking a shower tomorrow.
Unconsciously, he stopped and turned around.
Sangfu also stopped subconsciously.
Zhuang Mowen said, "Give me your hand."
Sang Fu was confused and stretched out her hand casually.
Zhuang Mowen glanced at her and reminded her gently, "Left hand."
Sanfu switched hands in confusion.
The next second, she felt a cold and hard touch, and something followed the tip of her ring finger, wrapping around it and extending inward.
Sangfu looked down and saw that it was a ring.
The silver plain ring for women has a very familiar pattern and fits her finger perfectly.
"Huh?"
She suddenly realized: "Is this changed?"
Before officially getting the marriage certificate, at the urging of their elders, they went to look at wedding rings and chose a pair.
Unfortunately, Sangfu's fingers were too thin, and the regular women's size was a size too big for her. The salesperson measured her finger circumference and said that there were smaller sizes available, but they would have to wait for a while for them to be delivered from the headquarters.
As she waited, Sanfu almost forgot about it.
Zhuang Mowen said "hmm" and said, "It's on my way, I'll go get it."
Sanfu said, "Thank you. I will return it to you when I don't need it anymore."
After all, it was Zhuang Mowen who bought it, and she didn't spend a penny on it. If the day ever comes when it ends, she has no reason to own it.
He smiled and didn't care: "We'll talk about it when that day comes."
The two of them walked upstairs together. Sang Fu then remembered her original purpose. She told Zhuang Mowen about her plan to go on a trip. "I've also told Aunt Zhao that she doesn't have to make lunch during that time."
"Okay." Zhuang Mowen said he understood. He then asked, "Do you need me to take you to the airport?"
Sanfu shook her head: "I'll drive myself."
Her bedroom was in front of him. Zhuang Mowen did not move forward. He was dizzy that night and did not pay attention. Only then did Sang Fu realize that their rooms were very close to each other, separated by only a wall.
"Okay." He replied, his cool eyes falling on her face, and the following instructions were quite businesslike, "Be careful when traveling, and have fun."
…
The next day at nine in the morning, Lincheng Airport.
Sheng Weiyao, who had taken a special leave from school, pushed her suitcase, yawned, and followed Sang Fu into the airport in a daze. "You stayed up late too, so why aren't you sleepy?"
Sang Fu turned her head and laughed at her: "If I get sleepy, something bad will happen."
She is still driving, how can she not be more alert?
"When you were studying, didn't you also stay up until two in the morning the previous day and get up before six to memorize vocabulary? It's like you don't need sleep." Sheng Weiyao muttered, "I think you so-called geniuses all have different physical constitutions from ordinary people."
After finally passing the security check, Sheng Weiyao took out her phone with a sense of relief: "Play with it to wake up."
The next moment, Sang Fu saw Sheng Weiyao's eyes suddenly widen.
It seems to be effective.
As she was thinking, someone suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously, "Oh my god!!!"
Sang Fu was a little sleepy at first, but now she was shaken away and even started to feel dizzy. "What, what happened?"
"Look!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the phone screen suddenly appeared in front of her.
Sanfu: "..."
She silently shook off the dizziness in her head and gently pushed Sheng Weiyao's arm away: "Weiyao, thank you for taking care of me without wearing glasses, but actually it's too close and I can't see clearly."
Sheng Weiyao held it a little further away, saying, "I'm so excited. Look, wow, your professor Zhuang wore his wedding ring to school today, and the whole Jiada University is going crazy."
As she spoke, the contents of the phone had already entered Sangfu's eyes.
That was the college group that Sheng Weiyao was in. Sang Fu took a look and saw group chat messages flying around. She could only press the screen with her hand to see what was being said.
Is this true? Is it really a wedding ring? Maybe Professor Zhuang just happened to be wearing it on his left ring finger!
[Ahhh! It clearly wasn't there yesterday! I ran into Professor Zhuang yesterday, and I'm sure he didn't have a ring on his finger!]
Someone responded to the first comment: [Confirmed. A physics student asked Professor Zhuang about it, and he didn't evade the question at all. He said it was [crying]]
[|Crying|Who is the Master's Wife?]
[I don't know. Professor Zhuang told him not to ask questions he shouldn't ask.]
…
Sang Fu was still reading the news when Sheng Weiyao suddenly grabbed her left hand. She said quietly, "I just realized you're wearing it too."
“…”
Sanfu handed the phone back to her and said calmly, "Yes, so this is normal."
To her, it's just like making your marriage certificate public, letting others know that you are married, nothing more.
"Well, now I finally don't have to endure it anymore. Professor Zhuang has finally gone from being single to being married." Sheng Weiyao sighed, "But I still have to hide your identity. What do you think? If I take the postgraduate entrance exam in the future and get lucky and pass, and I tell you I'm your best friend, will Professor Zhuang accept me?"
If I could become Zhuang Mowen's student, my future would be worry-free.
Sang Fu said seriously, "Then take the exam quickly while we're still together. I can still speak for you."
Sheng Weiyao almost died of laughter.
She was about to say something when the phone rang, interrupting her before she could finish her words.
Sang Fu took out her cell phone from her pocket. Sheng Weiyao glanced at the caller, crossed her arms and showed a meaningful expression.
"Speak of the devil and he will appear."
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Jiangjiang! Red envelopes dropped in this chapter~
Our Xiao Fu is really good at dry humor!
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