1979: My fiancée is a goddess

As it approached 6:30, the sky grew increasingly dark.

"Wow!"

A black sedan approached from a distance, its headlights illuminating the trees swaying in the wind and rain ahead, before finally stopping in front of an old six-story apartment building.

"This is it."

Inside the carriage, Zhao Ruixue glanced at the building sign and gave her instructions.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Chia Tachibana, sitting in the driver's seat, looked closely at Chia Tachibana's still fair face in the dim light through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

How come Cheng Kaiyan's childhood sweetheart is so beautiful? Her skin is as white as snow, even in such dim light she looks so white.

I wonder just how good-looking Cheng Kaiyan's real boyfriend will be.

Tachibana Chiai turned her gaze to Cheng Kaiyan.

He was seen packing his belongings, then got out of the car first. Braving the wind and rain, he opened his umbrella and stood by the car door, clearly to shield the two girls from the wind and rain.

"Keep some cover up, it's windy and rainy outside, don't get wet and catch a cold."

Cheng Kaiyan held the umbrella firmly against the wind and said to Zhao Ruixue.

Zhao Ruixue was sitting halfway in the car, her pretty face tilted back. The light in front of her was dim, but the image of Cheng Kaiyan holding an umbrella to shield her from the wind and rain in her willow-leaf eyes made her a little stunned.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Xueyan was sitting still, Cheng Kaiyan suddenly realized that the hair at her temples was being blown by the wind, and a strand of dark hair was hidden between her thin cherry lips, naturally revealing a broken and delicate beauty.

"It's nothing... I just remember when I was little, you would always hold an umbrella and take me home on rainy days..."

Zhao Ruixue came to her senses and slowly shook her head.

"It's me now, decades have passed in the blink of an eye."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled. He remembered that it was in the 1960s. Aunt Zhao had just given birth to Zhao Jianjun and had no breast milk. All the money she had spent on supporting the child was not enough, so she had to borrow breast milk from someone.

The family was so poor that they couldn't even afford an umbrella.

So whenever it rained, this girl refused to go to school. Cheng Kaiyan couldn't do anything about it and would always hold an umbrella for her before she would go.

They got used to it after a while. Later, when the girl's family had extra money and an umbrella, she wouldn't bring one and insisted on following Cheng Kaiyan.

"What decades? It's only been a little over ten years. You're making it sound like most of your life has passed! It hasn't been that long at all."

Zhao Ruixue pouted in dissatisfaction; such a delicate and cute gesture was rarely seen on her.

But her meaning was clear: the time gap between them was still very small.

"Alright, alright, come out now. You can say whatever sweet nothings at home!"

Uesugi Ayana, who had been waiting impatiently behind her, nudged Zhao Ruixue's slender back and said irritably.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Kaiyan and Zhao Ruixue were speechless. One opened her umbrella, and the other got out of the car.

The three of them quickly closed the car door.

"Be careful on the road! Drive slowly and pay attention to safety."

Cheng Kaiyan walked to the driver's seat and gave Tachibana Chiai some instructions.

"Ha ha……"

Unexpectedly, Tachibana Chiai sneered, glared at him, and said irritably, "Shouldn't you be the one who needs to be careful?"

"what?"

Cheng Kaiyan was stunned for a moment, and before she could ask, Tachibana Chiai stepped on the gas and sped away.

However, he quickly realized what this guy meant.

"It's just a meal, what's the big deal!"

He shook his head helplessly, turned around and went back downstairs to meet the two girls who were waiting for him, and then went upstairs.

"Let's go upstairs."

Zhao Ruixue spoke first and took the lead.

Cheng Kaiyan and Uesugi Ayana followed closely behind.

As they went upstairs, the two women quickly became curious and asked about Tachibana Chi'ai's background. After all, the woman's appearance, temperament, and aura, as well as the top-of-the-line Bentley she drove, were all incredibly intriguing and stunning to them.

"Chiai Tachibana, an official at the Agency for Cultural Affairs, is a very good friend of mine."

Cheng Kaiyan gave a brief introduction.

"Tachibana? Could it be the Tachibana family?"

Uesugi Ayana was taken aback by this and guessed.

"What about the Orange Family?"

Zhao Ruixue asked curiously.

"You know the Mitsubishi Group, right? They are the major shareholders, and most importantly, they are a high-ranking aristocratic family. Compared to the Tachibana family, the Yamamoto family, who is pursuing you, is nothing."

Ayana Uesugi explained with considerable emotion.

"Oh……"

Zhao Ruixue drew out her voice, her bright eyes glancing quietly at Cheng Kaiyan with a hint of reproach.

It seems to be saying, "How do you manage to meet such outstanding women everywhere you go?"

"Actually, we met through that co-produced film project. Chia-nee is the liaison here."

Cheng Kaiyan naturally caught a glimpse of this and offered an explanation without making a sound.

"So this is ah."

Zhao Ruixue's steps became lighter.

"A film project? We've been talking about it for so many days, and I still don't know what kind of film project it is."

Ayana Ueyama asked curiously.

"Love Letter, a film adapted from one of my novels."

Cheng Kaiyan sighed and explained softly.

"love letter……"

Uesugi Ayana repeated the text a few times, then suddenly asked with great interest, "Cheng Kaiyan, could I also take a look at your novel 'Love Letter'? What kind of story is it?"

"Of course, but I don't have any on hand right now..."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded. This wasn't China; they couldn't buy "Love Letter" here.

And...aren't you making Ruixue feel bad?

"That's it, okay then."

Uesugi Ayana had no choice but to give up in disappointment. How could Cheng Kaiyan's works be adapted into other works?
In Japan, any novelist who can adapt a film is, without exception, a bestselling author and a literary celebrity.

She had previously thought that Cheng Kaiyan was just the male lead, but she didn't expect there to be so many unknown details.

It seems I really underestimated Cheng Kaiyan!

As the two chatted, Zhao Ruixue lowered her head and went upstairs on her own without saying a word.

Soon the three of them reached their fifth-floor apartment door.

Zhao Ruixue took out her key and opened the door, then suddenly said, "I have a copy of 'Love Letters' here. It's been in my suitcase for almost a year."

"Let me see Ruixue."

Ayana Uesugi exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Cheng Kaiyan quickly replied.

"It's alright, it was bound to happen sooner or later anyway."

Zhao Ruixue shook her head slightly and pushed open the door to enter the room.

It was 6:30 PM, and the room was pitch black except for a beam of slanted light from the streetlamp outside on the balcony, illuminating a single rose on the coffee table. The swaying shadow of its petals danced on Cheng Kaiyan's face. Cheng Kaiyan knew at a glance that this was the rose he had given to Ruixue yesterday.

Zhao Ruixue snapped on all the lights in the room, and everyone was suddenly blinded by the bright light, raising their hands to shield their eyes.

She went inside first, and pulled out two pairs of women's sandals from the entryway. She bent down and took off her white sandals, which were wet with rain, revealing a pair of delicate feet covered in breathable stockings.

Ten pristine toes, like snow pearls, stood serenely together. Like their owner, their nails were a simple, healthy white with a hint of pink, gleaming delicately under the crystal chandelier overhead.

Cheng Kaiyan glanced at it a few times subconsciously before looking away.

He doesn't really like girls wearing nail polish, especially opaque nail polish. Natural pink is much prettier and gives a pure, natural feeling.

Adding more decorations would make it seem a bit tacky.

Of course, it depends on the person, such as Xiaoli, her aunt, and Ruixue.

"Let's talk about it later. Let's cook first. We still have the groceries we bought recently, but it's probably not going to be a big meal."

Zhao Ruixue bent over, slipping her slender fingers through the gap between her delicate ankle and Achilles tendon into her semi-transparent stockings. With a flick of her fingers, she pulled the stockings down, her voice slightly muffled as she spoke.

"It's alright, it's just a casual meal."

Cheng Kaiyan waved her hand and laughed, but this girl doesn't seem to be so resistant to love letters anymore.

She's now willing to bring it up herself and ask her friends to watch "Love Letter".

It was mostly her own pursuit and burning passion during this period that led to some changes in her.

In a way, aren't those fragments in the love letter precisely the beautiful memories between Cheng Kaiyan and Zhao Ruixue?
With this thought in mind, Cheng Kaiyan felt relieved.

"There aren't any extra slippers at home, so please come in directly, or you can take off your shoes and go barefoot; the floor is very clean."

Zhao Ruixue had just changed her shoes when she stood up and said to Cheng Kaiyan in a somewhat apologetic tone.

Whether she had just remembered the matter or was feeling uncomfortable from bending over for too long, the girl stood up rather hastily, bringing with her a fragrant breeze and lifting her loose collar slightly.

A fleeting glimpse of her snow-white cleavage and the white blouse with lace trim were deeply imprinted in Cheng Kaiyan's eyes.

"It's okay, I'll just go barefoot."

Cheng Kaiyan suddenly felt thirsty.

Just as she was about to look away, Zhao Ruixue realized something, blushed, and hurriedly covered her neckline, pressing her soft, watery breasts until they were slightly deformed. She said somewhat flusteredly, "Go sit down for a while, I'll go change my clothes, and then cook some food."

After saying that, she turned around and hurriedly ran into her bedroom.

After changing her shoes, Ayana Uesugi ran inside as well, seeing that everyone needed to change their clothes since they had been rained on.

Cheng Kaiyan watched the two figures disappear from sight, then bent down to take off her shoes and socks.

He came in Tachibana Chiai's car today, so he wasn't very wet, not to mention his shoes and socks.

I casually stuffed it into my shoe, and then tidied it up.

Just as I was about to look up, a fluffy, soft, semi-transparent stocking came into view from the wet white shoes next to my shoes.

"Your socks are wet too?"

Cheng Kaiyan paused, about to get up, when she smelled a scent that carried the dampness of rain and the fragrance of feet.

"Deng deng deng-"

Footsteps sounded behind her, and Zhao Ruixue hurriedly ran out. She immediately saw Cheng Kaiyan bending over, reaching out to her shoes—or rather, her socks—as if she were smelling something.

At least that's how she sees it.

"Thump thump thump..."

Shame and heat, unease and palpitations, swept over Zhao Ruixue's fair cheeks like ignited alcohol. At this moment, she was no longer the cold snow, but a bright red plum blossom in the wind and snow...

"give me back!"

Before Cheng Kaiyan could react, Zhao Ruixue darted over like a rabbit, slapped his hand away, snatched the sock from his shoe, and ran back to her room without waiting for his explanation.

"What's going on here?!"

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the empty living room and sighed.

He shook his head, no longer dwelling on the matter, and walked barefoot onto the unusually cold floor into the small two-bedroom apartment, taking a closer look.

The main concerns are safety and comfort.

The room is spacious, bright, and airy.

This was completely different from Cheng Kaiyan's impression of Japanese houses being cramped and cramped.

It's probably the 1980s now, full of youthful vigor, and people's mentality is just like the current economic vitality, subtly influencing many fields.

The kitchen is right inside the entrance, complete with a refrigerator, gas stove, and other kitchen appliances. Although it's not big, it has everything you need.

Opposite is the living room and balcony.

The living room only has a sofa and a coffee table, no TV, and feels very empty.

There was also a fairly large balcony inside, with clothes hanging there, swaying in the wind and rain.

To the left is a master bedroom, and opposite the master bedroom is a bathroom and a study.

Cheng Kaiyan walked into the living room, plopped down on the soft sofa, and leaned heavily against the backrest.

A tingling sensation spread from my back, bringing a feeling of ease and comfort.

It seems like more things happened today than in the previous week.

Even he could not hide his exhaustion, so he closed his eyes to rest. The sounds of two girls talking and laughing in the room flowed through him like clear water, soothing Cheng Kaiyan's heart.

The wind howled outside the window, and the rain pattered down.

A pattering sound came from the balcony, which was quite noticeable in the quiet living room.

Cheng Kaiyan listened for a while, then suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at the balcony.

The clothes rack, laden with clothes, swayed incessantly in the wind, the clothes fluttering in the breeze.

"You confiscated the clothes?"

Cheng Kaiyan got up and went to the balcony. The sounds around her grew louder, as the wind and rain blew in.

Looking up, I saw the white skirt, white shirt, cotton underwear, and a pair of light pink tights that Zhao Ruixue had worn a while ago hanging out to dry...

There were more than ten pieces of clothing in total.

By the light in the living room, you could vaguely see some damp marks on the clothes, but they were generally dry.

Cheng Kaiyan accepted them one by one, otherwise they would all get wet. He casually placed them on the sofa and, having nothing else to do, folded them up one by one.

After a while, Zhao Ruixue came out of the bedroom, followed closely by Uesugi Ayana, who ran into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms.

"Cheng Kaiyan?"

Zhao Ruixue looked at the slender, tall figure on the sofa, who was turned to the side, and bit her lip.

There were her personal clothes in there... Luckily, Ayana took all her clothes back to her dorm.

Cheng Kaiyan was calmly folding clothes in her hands, including her little white dress. The expression on her slightly lowered profile gave Zhao Ruixue a feeling she couldn't quite describe.

It's like... like a husband folding clothes for his wife, with an indescribable patience, warmth, and tenderness.

Zhao Ruixue's embarrassment and anger vanished instantly.

Thinking back to how cold and indifferent I'd been to him lately, and how he'd relentlessly pursued me, shamelessly expressing his feelings, and just now taking my stockings...

The woman, with her clean and aloof demeanor, stood blankly in the corridor, biting her lip and sighing inwardly: "Oh well... let him be, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless... anyway, I have nothing left to give him."

After sorting out her feelings, Zhao Ruixue turned and went to the kitchen, bringing over a glass of orange juice. "Have something to drink. I'll go cook now."

"Oh? Okay, thank you for your help. Do you need any assistance?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Cheng Kaiyan instinctively asked Zhao Ruixue.

"No need, I can manage on my own."

Zhao Ruixue glanced at what he was holding, turned around and left, her face burning with embarrassment.

Why does this guy bring out that as soon as I arrive? (End of Chapter)