Chapter 32: Marry Me

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Wu Jing straightened her clothes, gently pushed Rong Fenghua away, and listened to Fan Xiaoyao calling them from downstairs. “Honey, let’s go down and have breakfast. Come and taste Guocheng’s cooking.”

Rong Fenghua pouted. “Honestly, I’d rather eat your cooking!”

With those words, he leaned in again and kissed Wu Jing on the cheek.

Wu Jing widened her eyes, looking at Rong Fenghua with playful reproach. “You’re already in your fifties and still act so impulsive, just like a young man. There’s really nothing I can do about you.”

Rong Fenghua glanced at her, raising his eyebrows with mild dissatisfaction. “I’m only nine years older than Guocheng. Do I look that old to you?”

Seeing Rong Fenghua’s jealousy, Wu Jing quickly soothed him, “You’re not old at all. You’re still young, all right? Let’s not waste any more time here. Do you want Xiaoyao to come up and fetch us herself?”

Rong Fenghua grinned. “So what if she comes up? It’s not like we’re doing anything improper!”

Fan Xiaoyao, not knowing what she was about to walk into, came up to the second floor. She caught sight of Rong Fenghua and Wu Jing embracing intimately, her face flushing bright red as she stammered, “Uh… breakfast is ready, Uncle, Auntie, please come down to eat.”

With that, she hurriedly dashed downstairs. Seeing her cheeks as red as apples, Wang Guocheng teased, “What’s going on with you? Your face is so red, you look like an apple…”

Fan Xiaoyao exhaled, touching her burning cheeks, and retorted, “Is it?”

Wang Guocheng leaned in and blew a cool breath near her flushed face. “It is. I think you should go for a swim later.”

Fan Xiaoyao shot him a look. “I can’t swim…”

Wang Guocheng smirked. “Neither can I…”

As Rong Fenghua and Wu Jing came down, Wang Guocheng hurried to dish out the food, handing bowls to both. “Uncle, Auntie, please try my cooking. If it’s not to your taste, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Rong Fenghua took a bite of the cold pickled carrot shreds. The sweet, tangy crispness delighted him and he couldn’t stop praising, “Guocheng, you’re quite the chef. The knife work on these shreds is impressive—you must cook at home often. Very good…”

He gave Wang Guocheng a thumbs up, his face showing complete satisfaction.

“Uncle, you flatter me. My cooking is just enough to fill the belly. When it comes to real flavor, I still have a lot to learn.” Wang Guocheng replied modestly.

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The more Rong Fenghua looked at Wang Guocheng, the more pleased he became. “Guocheng, I hear you want to develop your career in Kangcheng? What kind of position are you looking for?”

Wang Guocheng answered earnestly, “Uncle, there’s no rush for work. I’ve only taken a two-week leave from school to come to Kangcheng. After the New Year, I’ll return to campus. Once I’ve sorted out my current responsibilities, I’ll make arrangements for Kangcheng.”

Seeing how methodically Wang Guocheng planned his future, Rong Fenghua didn’t press further. “No problem. When you’re ready to move, just let me know. I’ll see if I can help you find a good position.”

Wang Guocheng looked at him gratefully. “Thank you for your support, Uncle!”

Suddenly, a ringtone rang out. Fan Xiaoyao thought it was her phone, but saw Wang Guocheng picking up his own, so she met Wu Jing’s questioning glance with slight embarrassment.

“Hey, Gang, what’s up? You’re treating me to lunch? And you want me to bring my girlfriend… Sure! I’ll make sure you get your money’s worth at lunch…”

After hanging up, Wang Guocheng turned to Fan Xiaoyao, “Xiaoyao, I’ll take you to meet a college friend of mine for lunch. He’s treating us!”

Fan Xiaoyao eyed him skeptically. “Is this friend a guy or a girl?”

Wang Guocheng grinned mischievously. “Of course it’s a guy. If it were a girl, I wouldn’t dare tell you…”

Fan Xiaoyao shot him a warning look. “Don’t you dare.”

Realizing she was being possessive for no reason, Wang Guocheng quickly showed her the text from He Gang. “He said it’s at Qinxi Road. Isn’t that the food street in Tongcheng?”

For a foodie like Fan Xiaoyao, Tongcheng’s Qinxi Road was nothing short of paradise.

She spoke excitedly, “Great, let’s indulge at lunch!”

Wu Jing looked at the pair and smiled at Rong Fenghua. “Let’s go. Since they’re going out for a feast, we should go out and have some fun too.”

Rong Fenghua asked Fan Xiaoyao as he stood up, “Xiaoyao, have you gotten your driver’s license yet?”

Fan Xiaoyao replied awkwardly, “I failed the test. Why, Uncle, aren’t you giving us a ride?”

Rong Fenghua glanced at Wang Guocheng, twirling the car keys in his hand. “Guocheng, do you have a license?”

Wang Guocheng answered shyly, “I do, but I rarely drive. I’m not that confident.”

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Rong Fenghua looked at Wu Jing, “See, I told you we’d end up as chauffeurs today!”

Wu Jing gave Fan Xiaoyao a plaintive look. “Well, then, we’ll just go be the proverbial third and fourth wheel…”

Only then did Fan Xiaoyao realize her uncle and aunt wanted to tag along and meet Wang Guocheng’s friend. “Uncle, Auntie, we can’t let you be the third wheel. You two should go have fun on your own. Guocheng and I will just take a cab.”

With that, she got up and pulled Wang Guocheng toward the foyer.

Wang Guocheng, not understanding why she was in such a hurry, asked as they stepped outside, “Xiaoyao, why did you rush me out like that? Wouldn’t it be fine for your uncle and aunt to give us a ride?”

Fan Xiaoyao pouted. “Fine? If you let them come, won’t they interrogate your friend within an inch of his life?”

Only then did Wang Guocheng realize what was happening, scratching his head in embarrassment. “I didn’t realize your uncle and aunt were so concerned about you!”

Fan Xiaoyao replied awkwardly, “A lesson learned… Just a lesson learned.”

Wang Guocheng had heard from Fan Xiaoyao about her previous cross-border romance, but since he’d promised not to pry, he never asked for details.

Her ex was like a shadowy seed planted deep in Wang Guocheng’s heart—always present, but never spoken of, carefully hidden in his own heart.

Seeing him in a daze, Fan Xiaoyao nudged him, “Hey, the subway will be here soon. Let’s go buy tickets.”

Wang Guocheng smiled sheepishly, took her hand, and said, “Darling, let’s go on a date.”

For the past few months, Wang Guocheng had dreamed of nothing more than holding her hand through the crowds, catching the scent of her hair, and wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

As the subway arrived, the crowd surged forward, and Wang Guocheng pulled Fan Xiaoyao close in front of him. “Xiaoyao, marry me!”

Fan Xiaoyao’s face flushed as he proposed in the middle of the crowd. “We’ve only just met—don’t you think it’s a bit soon to be proposing?”