CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: STAYING OVER, SHARING A BED

"Ah Jin, you guys keep Sang Yu company and chat. I’ll go cook dinner." It was almost time for dinner.

Wei Jin nodded.

"Aunt, let me help you." Sang Yu stood up and said.

"No need, there’s no reason for you to cook. Listen to me, just stay here and play with Ah Jin and the others. If you get bored, go to the backyard," He Xiulan patted Sang Yu’s shoulder and said.

Hearing this, Sang Yu did not insist on going to the kitchen to help.

"Sang Yu, let me take you to the backyard to sit for a while," Wei Jin said.

"Alright," Sang Yu nodded.

So, the three of them went to the backyard.

There were some vegetables growing, as well as some fresh flowers, and a small pavilion was built in the middle.

To have such a lifestyle in the ’80s was indeed enviable.

Here, Sang Yu also learned about Wei Jin and Jiang Chunhe’s love story.

As it turns out, Wei Jin was Jiang Lan’s Chinese teacher at the elementary school.

Once, when Jiang Chunhe went to the school to pick up Jiang Lan, he happened to meet Wei Jin.

With just one glance, it was a love for eternity.

From then on, Jiang Chunhe would go to the school often, whether he had a reason or not.

Gradually, he got to know Wei Jin and then began pursuing her.

Initially, Wei Jin wasn’t interested in this naive man, always feeling he was a bit foolish.

But later, she was won over by his perseverance.

Moreover, although the man was naive, he was considerate.

So, a year later, Wei Jin agreed, and the following year, they got married.

Because Wei Jin was afraid of having children, Jiang Chunhe and He Xiulan respected her wishes.

No one rushed Wei Jin to have children.

Everything proceeded according to Wei Jin’s wishes.

Wei Jin was very touched, and she tried her best to overcome her fears.

However, even after six months of marriage, Jiang Chunhe’s attitude towards Wei Jin had not changed in the slightest; it was just like at the beginning.

Sang Yu quite envied this kind of relationship.

Even in the 21st century, such enlightened men and parents are rare.

Not to mention, this was the ’80s.

On this side, everything was harmonious.

But it was different on the other side.

"Ugh, what is this? Is this supposed to be food?" Lu Ting took a bite of the food on the table and said disdainfully.

Song Jiajia’s face looked extremely unpleasant.

She already wasn’t good at cooking, and after preparing just two meals, she suffered countless injuries.

Now, after making the food, it’s being criticized as inedible.

"I mean, sister-in-law, did you put all the salt in the house into this? Can people even eat this?" Lu Ting said with disgust.

"Then why don’t you cook!" Song Jiajia couldn’t hold it in any longer and retorted.

"You’re my brother’s wife; if you don’t do it, who will?" Lu Ting said confidently.

"Alright, stop arguing. Jiajia, you really need to improve your cooking skills. These dishes are either burnt, undercooked, or raw, and all of that is money," Lu Hao said.

Song Jiajia felt completely wronged; it was they who insisted she should cook.

If they thought she was wasting food, why didn’t they just cook themselves?

Didn’t the family eat meals before she came?

Liu Fenglan’s eyes turned, and she said, "Alright, Hao, Ting, you should both say less. After all, Jiajia has just learned to cook, and it’s already quite good she managed this much. I believe she’ll definitely be able to cook well after a few more tries, right?"

Originally, Song Jiajia wanted to take this opportunity to say she wouldn’t cook anymore; after all, she had money and could just give them some.

But after Liu Fenglan spoke, she felt too embarrassed to say it.

She could only reluctantly nod.

Liu Fenglan gave Lu Hao a look, and Lu Hao understood.

His attitude improved significantly, and he said tenderly to Song Jiajia, "Jiajia, I’m not blaming you. I know you didn’t have to cook at home before, but you know my grandma is old. They have worked all their lives and deserve to enjoy life now.

But don’t worry, I’m going to do business soon, right?

Once I start making money, we’ll move into a big house and hire help, so you won’t have to do it. How does that sound?"

Upon hearing Lu Hao’s words, Song Jiajia’s expression finally softened.

That’s right; once Lu Hao makes it big, they can hire help.

By then, she could comfortably be a wealthy wife.

"I know, Brother Lu, I’ll take good care of Grandpa and Grandma."

Lu Hao looked at Song Jia affectionately, "Jiajia, I knew you love me."

Lu Ting, on the side, almost rolled her eyes to the sky.

But upon receiving a glare from Liu Fenglan, she restrained herself.

That night, Lu Hao seriously rewarded Song Jiajia.

Song Jiajia finally noticed something was off; if the wedding night was the first time with no experience, but by now, how many times had it been?

Why did it always end before she felt anything?

She looked at the man already asleep beside her, pondering whether or not to suggest he get checked out.

What if it was really a health problem?

Song Jiajia found it hard to fall asleep.

Sang Yu was facing similar issues.

After Sang Yu and Jiang Jingming had dinner, it was already dark outside.

Although they had a car, Jiang Songwen and He Xiulan insisted they stay over.

Sang Yu initially wanted to refuse, but after hearing He Xiulan mention how Jiang Jingming hadn’t been home for a long time and seeing her expectant eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to decline.

So she nodded.

It was only when it was time to sleep that she started feeling a bit regretful.

Because He Xiulan had only prepared one room for them.

This meant there was only one bed.

So wouldn’t they have to sleep in the same bed?

When Jiang Jingming returned from the study, he saw Sang Yu standing by the bed, lost in her own thoughts.

Something seemed to flash in his mind, fleeting.

He stepped forward, "What’s wrong?"

Sang Yu turned and saw Jiang Jingming, "There’s only one bed."

Sang Yu pointed at the bed and said.

Her eyes were like those of a fawn, innocent, with a hint of surprise.

Jiang Jingming turned away without realizing it, "There’s only one bed in a room, of course."

Sang Yu nodded seriously, "True."

So how would they sleep? Together? She had never slept with someone of the opposite sex before.

As if sensing Sang Yu’s dilemma, Jiang Jingming said, "It’s alright, you sleep on the bed, and I’ll sleep on the floor."

"Huh?"

"Is there an extra blanket?" Sang Yu asked.

She really wasn’t ready to share a bed yet.

Jiang Jingming’s eyes flickered as he walked to the wardrobe, opened it, "No, but it’s okay, it’s not cold."

Even if it wasn’t cold, he couldn’t just sleep on the floor.

Besides, it would make her seem ungrateful since he had helped her before.

Sang Yu pressed her lips together, her expression slightly unnatural, "Sleep on the bed; after all, it’s quite big."

With that, she climbed onto the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and turned her back to him.

Jiang Jingming’s eyes lit up at Sang Yu’s words.

After a few minutes, he turned off the light.

Some light came in through the window, allowing vague outlines to be seen.

But Sang Yu didn’t feel the man getting onto the bed.

She thought for a moment and decided to persuade him, she couldn’t really let him sleep on the floor.

As she turned over, she found herself face-to-face with the man who had just laid down.

In the dim environment, the distance between them was no more than a fist; she could clearly see his face and eyes.

Breaths mingled between them, their gazes met in the air, and in an instant, something seemed to break through the surface.

The sweet scent of the girl lingered around Jiang Jingming’s nose.

His eyes became deep, and under the cover of darkness, they were tumultuous.

His gaze fell on her lips, so near, and steadily closed the distance, inch by inch...

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