Jiang Shengjun was driving, and Su Wanwan was sitting in the passenger seat. He was watching the road conditions and chatting with Su Wanwan about random things.
"Are you nervous meeting your parents?" he asked.
Su Wanwan nodded: "I'm nervous. What will Mr. Jiang reward me with when he gets home from get off work tonight?"
"I'll buy you an outfit that you both like and a bag that you like tonight," Jiang Shengjun replied naturally.
Based on his experience scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), it seems that all women love handbags and pretty clothes.
But he didn't know that Su Wanwan didn't actually care about these things.
"I would much rather receive desserts from Mr. Jiang. Compared to clothes and bags, as long as I have enough clothes and bags, I can't refuse desserts."
As Su Wanwan spoke, her face was filled with anticipation.
"By the way, I also like reading, I like economics, literature, I like all kinds of books, and I also like calligraphy. I don't think Mr. Jiang's family has paper, ink, brushes and inkstones, do they?"
Jiang Shengjun smiled indulgently, "Okay, I can arrange everything for you tonight. I've heard that young people these days like to write Shaolin poems for their sweethearts, do you know what I mean?"
This sentence carried a hint, which Su Wanwan naturally understood, but she was mischievous, shaking her head, covering her mouth, and laughing, leaning her head against the passenger seat, very happy.
Then, speaking clearly and distinctly, he said, "I don't know, Mr. Jiang, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Jiang Shengjun's well-defined knuckles spun on the steering wheel, and from Su Wanwan's perspective, his profile was reflected in the roadside trees with a cinematic quality.
He didn't even glance at Su Wanwan, then said indifferently, "Keep pretending. I'll drive my car seriously now, and I can drive seriously tonight too."
Su Wanwan blushed with laughter upon hearing this. She reached out and gently patted Jiang Shengjun's shoulder, saying, "You're so sarcastic, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Shengjun replied with a serious expression, "What is a motorcycle? I don't know. Besides, I drive carefully in the morning and I drive carefully when I get home from get off work in the evening. What are you thinking? You little brain."
Su Wanwan was captivated by his nonchalant demeanor and felt it was time to change the subject.
"Then why did Mr. Jiang drive in the morning? Wasn't Xiao Zhao driving for you?" she asked.
Jiang Shengjun started acting all serious again: "Isn't this just giving you extra help?"
Su Wanwan suddenly looked confused, as if they were not on the same wavelength. She said to Jiang Shengjun, "What? This joke is really lame, what do you mean by 'Little Zhao doesn't get special treatment'?"
After saying that, the two of them laughed in unison.
After laughing, Jiang Shengjun began to explain seriously, "Actually, I prefer to be alone with you. I'm a little scared. Sometimes, if there are other people around, you might feel embarrassed to tell me your innermost thoughts. That's why I choose to drive. From now on, I will drive whenever you are in the car. I don't want anyone else to hear when we're talking about our innermost thoughts."
Upon hearing Jiang Shengjun say that, she immediately praised him: "Oh my, Mr. Jiang is so good at flirting."
At this moment, Jiang Shengyun added, "This is the truth, not flirting. I hope that we can have some little secrets between us, little secrets that belong only to the two of us."
Su Wanwan suddenly became curious about what secrets he might have, so she asked, "In the two or three months we've been together, is there any secret that Mr. Jiang hasn't told me yet?"
"Yes, I have."
His instant reply piqued Su Wanwan's curiosity.
"What is it?" she asked.
Jiang Shengjun suddenly stopped, his mind seemingly blank. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then imitated Su Wanwan's clear pronunciation, saying, "I wet the bed when I was little, is that a secret?"
"Hahaha, what a lame joke, what a childish feeling."
Su Wanwan felt that he was beyond saving.
Jiang Shengjun smiled slightly, feeling very relaxed and without any pressure when he was with Su Wanwan.
“Yes, I wet the bed when I was a kid.” He nodded and repeated the sentence.
Su Wanwan felt that this was really enough.
But as the two chatted about these random things, they became increasingly infatuated with Jiang Shengyun and trusted him more and more.
The two went to the market to buy some ingredients. Jiang Shengyun watched Su Wanwan bargaining at the market and thought she was very cute.
Jiang Shengjun said, "That dish isn't expensive; I can afford it."
The market was a bit noisy, so Su Wanwan leaned close to his ear and said, "Mr. Jiang, we're people who need to make a living; we have to save where we can."
He felt a warmth on his ear, and in a daze, he felt his heart flutter. He never imagined that one day a woman would save money for him.
Pretty good.
But he wouldn't let her down; he would still fulfill her needs. She could save him money, but he couldn't save money on her.
Upon arriving at the Jiang family's old residence, one is greeted by stained glass windows hanging above the long corridor, a remnant of the 1980s and 90s, showcasing the distinctive characteristics of Kyoto and evoking a sense of retro elegance.
The housekeeper came out to greet them, and Jiang Shengjun asked, "Where is Grandma?"
The butler respectfully extended his hand to invite them into the house, explaining, "The old master has gone out for a walk, young master."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shengjun was very afraid that Su Wanwan would overthink things, so he went along with the explanation.
"Grandma does have this habit. She goes out for a walk at eight o'clock in the morning and doesn't come back until ten o'clock. Wanwan, don't be shy. Grandma didn't stand you up on purpose."
Su Wanwan thought he was very thoughtful, even considering this detail. She gently shook her head, smiled at Jiang Shengjun, and took his hand, saying, "It's okay. Grandma has her own way of life, and we shouldn't interfere. But I will definitely cook lunch today. I hope Grandma will be happier when she comes back from her walk and sees the local dishes I made."
Jiang Shengjun glanced at his watch. He still had half an hour to spend with his wife. He took Su Wanwan for a walk around the old house. If it weren't for work, he would have spent the whole day cooking with his wife.
He was afraid that Su Wanwan wouldn't be used to life at the Jiang family's old house, but there was nothing he could do; he still had to work.
Before leaving, he had made it clear to the servants of the old house to treat Su Wanwan well and not to make things difficult for her.
When she saw Jiang Shengjun off from the old house, Jiang Shengjun specifically told her, "I'll come back as soon as I get off work. If you need anything, remember to call me. My phone is available for you 24 hours a day."
Su Wanwan nodded silently, "Don't worry, although I'm a little silly, I'll be a bit smarter when something goes wrong."
Jiang Shengjun laughed when she said this, only replying, "Okay, okay~"
After seeing Jiang Shengjun off, Su Wanwan busied herself in the kitchen of the Jiang family's old house.
The essence of authentic Shanghainese cuisine lies in its rich, dark sauces. Her mother taught her how to make it when she was young, and she was able to master it very quickly.
It was almost 11:30 before Su Suqin returned to the old house. She happened to run into an old friend today and chatted with her outside, which took up some time. She also invited three other old friends to her home to play mahjong.
As soon as she got home, she smelled a wonderful aroma in the yard. Curious, she asked, "Housekeeper, did you change chefs today? The dishes in the kitchen smell amazing."
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