Chapter 5 The mulberry bed is also very large
Sang Fu finally picked up some vegetables and pork ribs.
Apart from the little incident just now, to be fair, Aunt Zhao's cooking skills are actually very good. The vegetables are stir-fried until tender and the pork ribs are stewed until delicious and juicy, which is very much to Sang Fu's liking.
After dinner, Sanfu returned to the master bedroom.
She had a simple phone call with her parents, which was neither warm nor distant.
Jin Qiong was busy preparing for the staff meeting the next day when Sang Cheng answered the phone.
"Xiao Fu, are you used to living there?"
"It's a habit." Sanfu found a change of clothes from the cloakroom and walked to the bathroom. "He treats me very well, don't worry."
"We can still trust Xiaozhuang, but he used to live alone. As you know, there's always an aunt at home to help you cook and clean..." Sang Cheng talked about this aspect, "How about Dad hire an aunt to go over there for you?"
Sang Fu told Sang Cheng about Aunt Zhao.
He asked for the master bedroom and hired a live-in aunt. Even though she was really his wife, Sang Fu could not find any fault with Zhuang Mowen.
After hearing this, Sang Cheng was indeed very satisfied.
It wasn't long before he got busy again. The father and daughter hung up the phone. Sang Fu took a shower and came out to reply to Sheng Weiyao's message.
Sheng Weiyao: [I stayed up all night and woke up at this time.]
[By the way, have you been to Professor Zhuang's house?]
Sang Fu wiped her wet hair, lowered her head, and typed seriously with one hand: [It will be noon.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Why didn’t you tell me earlier?]
Sangfu: [I told you, but you only just woke up and realized it now.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Oops! Don't worry about so many details.]
[Let me see Professor Zhuang’s house. What do you think? Is it luxurious?]
Sangfu took a photo of the master bedroom and sent it to her.
[It's very big.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Wow, the bed is huge, are we supposed to be sleeping on the same bed?]
When Sang Fu saw the news, her phone vibrated unconsciously.
She had expressed her attitude and thoughts to Sheng Weiyao. She and Zhuang Mowen just got what they wanted from each other and had no other thoughts, let alone the so-called husband and wife.
It's something that will never be possible.
The two grew up together, so how could Sang Fu not know that Sheng Weiyao had a frivolous character? She was deliberately teasing her.
But she still edited it seriously: [Weiyao, you can't say things like that casually, not even as a joke.]
After signing the contract, it is a pure cooperative relationship. How can you make such a confusing joke at will? If one day you accidentally make such a joke in front of Zhuang Mowen, wouldn’t it be very embarrassing?
Sheng Weiyao immediately slid down to her knees: [Got it, I was wrong, Fufu.]
[Look elsewhere?]
Sang Fu looked at the time. It was already eight o'clock in the evening and it was not time for a break yet.
[I can’t carry my phone around taking pictures.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Okay, okay.]
[Then I'm going to go find something to eat. I've slept all day and haven't eaten yet.]
[Let’s chat again~]
Sang Fu replied with an "OK" emoticon, turned off the screen of her phone, and casually placed it on the desktop.
Her hair was no longer dripping wet. Sangfu blew it half dry, put on a thin jacket over her pajamas, and went downstairs to get some water.
Just as I reached the stairs, I ran into Zhuang Mowen who was coming back from outside.
He was holding Chuyi's hand, with a little sweat on his temples, as if he had just come back from a night run with the dog.
Sang Fu paused for a while, but ultimately did not dare to move forward.
Zhuang Mowen inadvertently looked up and saw her hesitating. He gently pulled Chuyi, who was about to run upwards, and then nodded gently at her and said, "Come down."
He held her hand and controlled her intentionally, so Sangfu walked down by holding the handrail.
"Want to take a break?"
Zhuang Mowen asked this question as he passed by him.
Perhaps it was because Sheng Weiyao had emphasized the age difference between her and Zhuang Mowen too many times recently, and Sang Fu inexplicably felt as if her hair stood on end as if she were suddenly being cared for by an elder.
“…No, I go to bed late.”
She also plans to stay up late to work on her new book.
Zhuang Mowen hummed softly, "Go to bed early."
"Okay," said Sanfu, "you too."
After getting the water, Sang Fu walked back slowly with the cup in her hand. Zhuang Mowen had already taken Chuyi upstairs and disappeared.
The master bedroom is located in the inner part. Walking towards the master bedroom, you will pass by Zhuang Mowen's room.
As for which room it was, she vaguely remembered that Zhuang Mowen told her during the day, but she had forgotten it now.
The surroundings were quiet enough, and Sangfu's footsteps were always light, so the slightest sound was particularly obvious.
Until the faint sound of water came into her ears, Sang Fu stopped and her eyes fell on the closed door beside her.
What came to mind before the thought "This is his room" was the source of the sound of water.
“…”
Sangfu silently looked away, shook off the thoughts in her mind, and hurried back to the bedroom.
Putting the cup of water in front of the desk, Sanfu sat down and turned on the computer.
Suspenseful plots need to be polished repeatedly, and each link needs to be connected to make them fascinating, so just the outline of the story line will take a very long time.
Sanfu tapped on the keyboard, continuing with the outline where she had been stuck last time.
Unlike before, this time she is creating unit stories. Each case requires an independent and well-founded story line, so it is a bit troublesome and she can only take it slowly.
By the time I exited the new book interface, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Sang Fu opened her phone and habitually checked WeChat to see if there were any new messages, then went online to Weibo.
She registered her Weibo account only last year. At that time, her first work had already attracted a large number of book fans, and Sang Fu was regarded as a dark horse author in the suspense novel world.
Coincidentally, the novel platform she signed with invited her to record an anniversary greeting message. Sheng Weiyao was next to her at the time and suggested that she register a Weibo account so that she could easily tag the platform's official account.
But perhaps it was because her voice was too soft, which contrasted too much with the bizarre and chilling story content. As soon as the audio came out, Sang Fu's popularity soared rapidly, and her newly opened Weibo account has gradually gained more than 300,000 followers.
The previous book was well-received by readers, especially the scenes between the heroine and her comrade-in-arms and lover. Although the emotional scenes were basically glossed over, it unexpectedly sparked a lot of heated discussions.
People often send her private messages asking if she can continue writing about their daily life. Sang Fu is still relatively inexperienced when it comes to love scenes, but out of self-challenge, she will occasionally try and then post it on Weibo.
Just like today.
As soon as the post was published, people immediately responded to it.
[The imperial relief grain has finally arrived! I'm eating, eating, eating!]
[This book has been around for so many years and still has a post-sale extra chapter. Woohoo! I’m so happy to be following Mrs. Mulberry!]
[It's clear that Mrs. Sangsen is really spoiling us. The love scenes must have been really difficult to write. The two of them get along like friends, but not like boyfriend and girlfriend, hahaha.]
Sang Fu flipped through the comments section and smiled when she saw this post. She replied: [Be patient and make progress slowly [Love you]]
Someone immediately responded to her: [Mrs. Mulberry, inspiration comes from life, and true knowledge comes from practice~]
Sangfu attaches great importance to privacy and rarely reveals her personal information, but based on her awkward love scenes, book fans assume that she is single, and occasionally jokingly ask her to talk about love.
In the past, Sang Fu would just smile and pass by, but this time she paused for a long time before paddling away.
After thinking about it, she did not announce the news of her marriage.
The wind was quite strong in the evening. Sang Fu logged out of Weibo, turned off her phone, and got up to draw the curtains.
Outside the window, the branches trembled slightly in the wind.
The moonlight is like a veil, casting hazy shadows through the intertwined treetops.
She inexplicably recalled the day when she first met Zhuang Mowen.
The night view is also so beautiful.
At the end of the day, she got into Zhuang Mowen's car.
The reason why Sangfu chose to take his car was not just because he wanted to "take her home", but because she suddenly thought that she seemed to have not yet introduced her specific situation.
"My current job is a full-time author," said Sanfu.
Zhuang Mowen was not surprised and nodded slightly: "I know."
It seems that Jin Qiong handed over all this information.
Sanfu didn't think about it anymore and continued, "This job requires me to stay at home for a long time. I want to get married because I don't want to meet more blind dates."
Zhuang Mowen glanced at her, picked up a point that was not important, and asked, "It sounds like you have been on many blind dates?"
"Four times including you." After answering, Sanfu paused and politely asked him, "What about you?"
Actually, four times is not a lot, but she has little patience.
"You're the only one." Zhuang Mowen stated the facts.
The word "only" is somewhat directional.
His vocal quality was so superior, and his tone wasn't at all harsh, so in the closed compartment, this superiority was magnified again and again.
But strangely, it doesn't seem to be crossing any boundaries or being ambiguous.
Sanfu: "Ah."
Zhuang Mowen said softly, "Yeah."
"Excuse me."
At the intersection, Zhuang Mowen stepped on the brakes calmly. His eyes passed by the red light in the distance and finally landed on Sang Fu's face: "What?"
Sang Fu said seriously: "You could have gotten to know other people better. Maybe there would be someone more suitable for you."
Zhuang Mowen looked at her and smiled suddenly: "Thank you for your consideration."
The light turned from red to green and they didn't have to wait long.
Sangfu looked at him, smiled, turned around and started the car.
"But I think it's more important to keep your word and keep your promise. What do you think?"
She was startled for a moment, then nodded frankly.
"Yeah, sure."
…
After pulling the curtains tight, Sanfu returned to her desk and sat for a while.
She has officially settled down in Jinyuan, and her new book project will also be put on the agenda.
Out of habit, Sangfu tries to concentrate and focus on everything she does.
But now she sat back down, staring at the computer for a long time, without a single word appearing on the screen.
The scattered thoughts that were in my mind when I was standing in front of the window could not be sorted out in time and continued to spread at this moment.
Sang Cheng was fine, as Jin Qiong did not support her choice to become a novelist.
Her future plan for Sang Fu was always to hope that Sang Fu could pass the postgraduate entrance examination, return to Lincheng and find a decent white-collar job, or directly send her to her own company to support her.
Sang Fu has been an excellent student since childhood. She has always been regarded by her teachers as a gifted and hardworking student, and she has never slacked off even in college.
The first time she went against Jin Qiong's ideas was during the summer vacation of her junior year.
Sang Fu used the excuse of preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination to stay away from her family for two months to refine the novel she was writing.
Later, when the results were announced, Sangfu's lies were exposed. Jin Qiongfang learned that Sangfu had not registered for the exam at all. She was furious and decided that no matter what Sangfu said, she had to go home during the holidays.
It was another summer vacation, graduation season. She packed her bags and returned to Lincheng. When she opened the door, the house was empty.
Auntie came over and took her luggage, and said to her as she had for many years, "Xiao Fu, your wife and husband are on a business trip and won't be back until next month."
Being apart more than together is the norm between her and her parents.
Sang Fu has heard this sentence so many times since she could speak that her ears are almost callused.
The only difference from before is that Sanfu no longer has any expectations.
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