Shen Mo was amused by him and burst into laughter. The little grudge in her heart had long disappeared. Instead, she felt that she had made a big deal out of nothing and felt embarrassed.
She let him hold her hand and muttered softly, "Who asked you to only look at me... You make me sound so overbearing."
"I volunteered, Xiaomo. Remember, no matter how many people I meet or how many things I talk about, you will always be the most important person to me. You are the meaning of all my struggles. Don't let your imagination run wild."
The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and they snuggled closely together.
The slight uneasiness in Shen Mo's heart caused by the gap was completely soothed by his words.
She squeezed his hand back firmly and hummed softly.
Returning to the guesthouse at night, Shen Mo washed up and leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the lights of Suicheng outside the window, a little absent-minded.
Lu Qingyang came out of the shower and saw her looking thoughtful. He sat down beside the bed and asked softly, "Are you still thinking about what happened during the day?"
Shen Mo turned her head, her eyes no longer showing the jealousy she had during the day, but instead showing a hint of serious worry: "Qingyang, it's not that I don't believe you, I just... I just suddenly felt that what you said is right. You are so outstanding, smart, and kind to others... You will definitely meet more outstanding, more beautiful female comrades in the future who will help you in your career. I..."
She paused, her voice lowered, "I feel like I can't keep up with you."
For the first time, she realized so clearly that her lover was a rapidly rising star, destined to attract countless attention.
She herself is just a student who has just started her medical career and the future is full of uncertainty.
This sense of disparity made her feel more uneasy than simple jealousy.
The smile on Lu Qingyang's face faded. He held Shen Mo's hand, his expression becoming extremely serious: "Xiao Mo, look at me."
Shen Mo raised her head and met his deep and serious gaze.
"Xiaomo, we are just working hard in different fields. There has never been a saying that one is better than the other or who is catching up with the other.
We are husband and wife, people who walk side by side.
My career is to build a more stable platform for us, our families, and perhaps in the future, for people like Zhou Zhe and Uncle Wang who need opportunities.
Your studies are the foundation for you to realize your own value and contribute to society. They are equally important and even more worthy of respect."
He sighed, holding her in his arms, his palm gently resting on the top of her head. "As for those possible 'admirations', you fool, they only see my glory. You are the only one who is willing to accompany me and believe in me when I have nothing."
She raised her head, her eyes bright again: "I understand, Qingyang, I will work hard and grow up as soon as possible, not only for the people who stand shoulder to shoulder with you, but also for Dr. Shen who makes you proud."
Lu Qingyang smiled and kissed her forehead: "You have always been my pride."
…
In the rest area of the textile factory, Shen Mo would occasionally hear some young female workers chatting while taking a break.
In addition to work and movies, their topics of conversation naturally revolve around love between men and women.
Some "experience talks" from those who have been through it will inevitably float into Shen Mo's ears.
"Oh, men just like novelty!"
"That's right. No matter how good your wife is, it will become boring after a while."
"So, from time to time, change your hairstyle, buy new clothes, and dress yourself up..."
These words may be spoken unintentionally by the speaker but taken seriously by the listener.
Although Shen Mo believed in Lu Qingyang in her heart, subconsciously, the desire to become better and more "worthy" of him made her involuntarily listen to these words.
Looking at the young female workers in the factory, they are all neatly dressed, energetic and full of vitality.
늵 Xiangxiang noticed Chen Mo's little thought and took the initiative to say:
"Xiao Mo, you have such a good foundation, but your dress is too plain. Come on, there are many beautiful clothes in our factory. If you get a perm, I guarantee that Qingyang will be dazzled!"
Because she was standing in the university, she habitually dressed simply and “didn’t dare to wear something too flashy.”
"Everyone loves beauty. Now you are the factory director's lover, so it's normal to dress appropriately!"
With Xiangxiang's advice, Shen Mo mustered up the courage to try on a new white dress with small blue flowers from the factory. The hem just reached past the knees, which was both in line with the modern aesthetic and looked fresh and generous.
Then, she was dragged to the barber shop by Xiangxiang and asked the barber to give her a fashionable hairstyle.
늵 Xiangxiang was also influenced by many fashionable ideas in Huicheng, and whispered a few words in Shen Mo's ear.
Shen Mo's face immediately turned red, "What, that..."
"Well, although they're not sold in the market, I've seen them in magazines and secretly made a few. You can try them."
Xiangxiang secretly stuffed something into her mouth and said, "You think it's just right. They've all been washed. Try it!"
Shen Mo's cheeks were so red that they were about to bleed.
…
In the evening, when Lu Qingyang finished his work for the day and returned to the guesthouse, when he opened the door, he no longer saw Shen Mo, who was wearing a simple shirt and trousers with a ponytail.
She was standing nervously in the middle of the room, wearing a new dress. Her newly permed hair made her look even more feminine and fashionable. A hint of anticipation crossed her face, her fingers twisted nervously together as she whispered, "Qingyang...do you think I'm okay like this?"
Lu Qingyang was obviously stunned and stood at the door and watched for several seconds.
His reaction made Shen Mo's heart tighten - is it ugly?
Too weird? He doesn't like it?
Just when Shen Mo was about to change her clothes, Lu Qingyang finally moved.
He strode in, closed the door, his eyes sparkling, and with undisguised surprise and smile, he walked around her in a circle.
"Oh my god...whose fairy is this who ran into the wrong room? I almost couldn't recognize her!"
He walked up to her, carefully examining her new hairstyle and dress, then reached out and gently touched her curly hair: "It looks great! This dress suits you really well, and this hairstyle is beautiful too. It has that Hong Kong and Taiwan vibe to it."
Shen Mo blushed and her heart beat fast because of his praise, and she was full of joy: "Really? Don't you think it's... too fancy?"
Lu Qingyang lowered his voice and said with a smile, "No matter what you look like, what clothes you wear, whether you perm your hair or not, you are still my Xiaomo. I like you as a person, not because of your hair or dress, of course."
He changed the subject and smiled a bit wickedly, "Change up your look once in a while and give me some freshness. I welcome that very much!"
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