1979: My fiancée is a goddess

"crunch..."

The glass-framed window was slowly pushed open a corner by the cold wind outside, making a teeth-grinding, unsmooth sound.

Cheng Kaiyan also opened her eyes with a start amidst the chilling air.

His sore eyes and heavy eyelids made him blink unconsciously, trying to relieve the discomfort.

With the connection of consciousness, the body is taken control.

Immediately afterwards, a series of protests emanated from his entire body.

I feel weak and sore all over, and my back aches.

It felt like I had done farm work all day yesterday; even the slightest movement left me feeling weak and powerless.

"Huff... My head hurts so much. I should have known better than to drink so much."

That wasn't the end of it. Cheng Kaiyan felt as if she had been hit on the head with a blunt object, and the pain was excruciating.

Just as I was about to take a few deep breaths to perk myself up, I found that half of my nose was suddenly blocked, and I could only barely allow air to pass through little by little.

Cheng Kaiyan subconsciously breathed through his mouth, his chest slowly rising as air entered. He tried to sit up, supporting himself with his hands, but then a tearing pain shot through his muscles.

The pain is not severe, mild but persistent.

"I... what's wrong? Have I caught a bad cold?"

The moment Cheng Kaiyan uttered her voice, its hoarseness startled him.

Of all times, I caught a cold at this time. Drinking really does make things worse!

You must have caught a chill from being outside in the wind last night. You probably fell asleep as soon as you got back and forgot to cover yourself with a blanket.

This is probably a side effect of a hangover worsening a cold.

What to do? He was planning to pack his things in the morning and set off.

It seems I need to rest for a while and wait until my cold gets a bit better before setting off again.

"Hey--"

Cheng Kaiyan sighed, somewhat annoyed but helpless, and gave up resisting and struggling, carefully lying back down on the bed.

He snuggled tighter into the warm, alcohol- and sweat-smelling blankets, looked at the moldy ceiling above him, and closed his eyes wearily.

"Sniff sniff..."

He was breathing evenly, but he caught a whiff of a familiar fragrance.

Even though my nose is a bit stuffy right now, the fragrance is still irresistibly refreshing.

He frowned and turned to look—his side was empty.

"call……"

Cheng Kaiyan breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, that familiar pretty face did not appear before her eyes.

He then closed his eyes in relief.

He needs to take a nap. Given his body's recovery ability, he'll probably feel much better after a nap.

However, after closing his eyes for a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Cheng Kaiyan had no choice but to reply in a hoarse voice.

"it's me?"

The voice was a familiar, cool one; it belonged to Zhao Ruixue.

The doorknob clicked open, and Cheng Kaiyan turned to look. A girl wearing a gray fitted coat and a red scarf walked in.

"Tuk-tuk."

The sound of leather boots hitting the wooden floor made a dull thud as Zhao Ruixue slowly approached.

Her skin and the white snow falling outside the window complemented each other, and the dim room brightened a bit because of her arrival.

However, her once fair and clean face now had a sickly redness, her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were slightly dry, making her look like she wasn't in good condition.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhao Ruixue walked over to meet his gaze, placed the things she was carrying on the bedside table, and asked in a light tone with some doubt.

"It's nothing, but why is your voice hoarse?"

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head and asked with concern.

"because of you."

Zhao Ruixue spoke succinctly, pulled up a stool, and sat down.

"I?"

Cheng Kaiyan was puzzled.

“You drank too much last night. It was snowing so hard and the wind was so cold. I carried you back all by myself. I was exhausted.”

When you got back, you threw up all over me, and I had to clean up and wash you... I didn't go to sleep until after midnight. I'm lucky I'm not seriously ill.

Zhao Ruixue seemed unwilling to say more to him, and after explaining the whole story in one breath, she stopped talking.

She sat on the chair, crossed her long, slender legs, and untied the knot in the plastic bag.

"Oh, I see. I'm so sorry, you've really gone to a lot of trouble."

After hearing the reason, Cheng Kaiyan gave an awkward, self-deprecating laugh.

My gaze fell on the plastic bag in the girl's hand, which contained a lunchbox and several small cardboard boxes.

Breakfast and cold medicine.

Upon seeing these things, Cheng Kaiyan opened her mouth as if to thank her, but ultimately said nothing more.

He simply propped himself up and sat up, enduring the pain.

"Put your clothes on first, then drink the porridge. You'll probably feel better after that."

Zhao Ruixue glanced at him, handed him the coat from the chair, and waited for Cheng Kaiyan to put it on before sticking the spoon into the porridge and handing it to him.

"This is cold medicine. Where's your water bottle? I'll go get you some hot water. Remember to take your medicine after you finish eating."

Zhao Ruixue pointed to the medicine in the plastic bag, then got up, took Cheng Kaiyan's water bottle, went downstairs to fill it with hot water, and placed it by the bedside. "I have some scenes to film later, so I won't disturb your rest. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, she was about to turn around and leave, but in the instant she turned her head, Zhao Ruixue caught a glimpse of the open window and frowned. She quickly went over and closed it.

Then, without looking back, he left the room cleanly and decisively.

"Crack!"

Cheng Kaiyan watched the girl's figure disappear, and the room became empty again.

The lunchbox filled with vegetable porridge brought a burning warmth to Cheng Kaiyan's hands, suddenly reminding him of the time when he caught a cold after returning to the city.

The porridge is very hot.

Cheng Kaiyan leaned against the headboard and ate her food little by little.

During this process, he could feel his physical strength recovering and his condition gradually improving.

After finishing her meal and taking her cold medicine, Cheng Kaiyan lay half-reclined on the bed with her eyes closed.

Before he knew it, fatigue and drowsiness overcame him, and he fell asleep.

"Tick tock..."

The ticking of the clock echoed inside the room.

At ten o'clock, Cheng Kaiyan woke up again.

This time, I felt much lighter.

"I feel much better. I'll take a shower first, then pack my things."

Cheng Kaiyan got up, took her clothes, went into the bathroom, took a hot bath, and soaked for a while. Feeling dizzy, she quickly got dressed and came out.

After all that, I felt much better, and my nose was clear again.

After stretching his body for a while, Cheng Kaiyan thought about how he would soon be returning to China to see his partner, and he immediately packed his things with great enthusiasm.

It took me more than half an hour to organize my clothes, shoes, personal belongings, documents, and other items.

Cheng Kaiyan looked up at her watch and realized it was already past eleven o'clock, lunchtime, so she decided to go out for lunch.

"Oh... Editor Morita is going out for lunch too?"

As Cheng Kaiyan passed Zhao Ruixue's room in the corridor, her editor, Morita, happened to open the door and greet her with a smile.

"Yes."

Editor Morita smiled warmly.

Zhao Ruixue's participation in this film has received high attention from Kodansha, with editor Morita being sent to act as her agent and accompany her to prevent any problems from arising during the filming process.

"Did Ruixue bring me home last night?"

"Yes, you threw up all over her last night, and I had to go help you. We were up until eleven or twelve o'clock, and I was so tired I just collapsed and fell asleep..."

Editor Morita recalled.

"Oh, that."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded and asked, "Let's go have lunch together."

"Okay, by the way, Teacher Cheng, I heard from Ruixue that you're going back to China in the next couple of days after you finish filming your scenes?"

"Yes, I guess I'll take the train to the airport to buy a ticket this afternoon."

The two walked outside, chatting as they went.

They ate a Western meal at a Western restaurant and packed some food to take to the film set for Zhao Ruixue.

"I'll be leaving in a moment."

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the girl sitting opposite her eating spaghetti and said.

The girl looked up at him, said nothing, and continued eating.

Seeing this, Cheng Kaiyan stopped talking and just watched her finish her meal.

Take a nap after lunch.

Cheng Kaiyan stayed with her, and after dozing off for a while at the table.

When he woke up, the girl was still lying face down. He said goodbye softly, "Goodbye, Comrade Zhao Ruixue."

Then I found Professor Shuihua and a few other acquaintances to say goodbye to.

"I'll have my assistant drive you to the station in a bit. By the way, there are no direct flights from Sapporo Chitose Airport to your capital city; you'll have to transfer in Tokyo."

Director Yamada said.

"Okay, thank you for reminding me."

Cheng Kaiyan expressed her gratitude.

More than ten minutes later, a Toyota car drove into the film set.

Cheng Kaiyan waved to everyone, then got into the car and left without any hesitation.

Under the tree, a tall girl watched the car drive away with a calm and indifferent gaze.

"Cheng Kaiyan... Goodbye, never to be seen again."

……

"Bang..."

As the electronic announcement sounded, the train pulled into the station.

Cheng Kaiyan followed the crowd into the carriage, found her seat, moved her suitcase over her head, and sat down with her backpack.

This time it's a seated ticket, from Otaru to Chitose Airport in Sapporo.

After a two-hour train ride, I arrived at the airport.

Chitose Airport primarily serves domestic routes within Japan, and as Director Yamada pointed out, there are no direct flights to Kyoto.

Cheng Kaiyan was lucky; there happened to be a flight that was about to take off, so she bought a ticket and took off right away.

At six o'clock, he successfully arrived at Tokyo International Airport.

"Hello, please buy me a plane ticket to Beijing, China."

Cheng Kaiyan handed over her passport and spoke to the young woman in the blue uniform at the ticket window.

"Hello sir, the next available flight is at 2:00 AM tomorrow. Are you sure you want to purchase?"

"determine."

Although there are still more than seven hours before takeoff, I can sleep on the plane tonight and probably arrive home around seven or eight o'clock the next morning.

After buying the ticket, I bought a Coke, a hamburger, and a bag of fries at the KFC in the airport.

Cheng Kaiyan sat idly in the waiting hall, eating and observing the various passengers around her.

In such a noisy environment, Cheng Kaiyan couldn't fall asleep even if she wanted to.

"Daddy, it seems we didn't buy a present..."

"Ah! You didn't buy anything?"

In the front seat, a man wearing sunglasses holding a little boy caught Cheng Kaiyan's attention.

The reason, of course, is that they speak Cantonese, and judging from their completely different attire compared to mainlanders, Cheng Kaiyan guessed that they must be from Hong Kong.

In addition...

"Gift?"

Cheng Kaiyan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly stood up. "That's right, I haven't bought a gift yet! Luckily, there's still plenty of time. Let's hurry out and buy some gifts."

After finding a safe place to store her luggage, Cheng Kaiyan took her bank card to the bank and withdrew a large sum of money.

At 8 o'clock, I took a taxi to a shopping mall near the airport.

Shopping as you go.

There's not much in the house, except for a lot of women.

Xiaoli, her aunt, her mother, her aunt Wan, Xiaoling, and her aunt Qiaoqiao, a total of seven or eight women.

Cheng Kaiyan first bought several sets of high-end skincare products, and then some clothes such as dresses and pants.

He also bought Xiaoli a bunch of stockings of different styles and two pairs of high heels.

Clothes, shoes, and skincare products can all be categorized as personal items, and since they are low-value items, they don't require much declaration of origin, and there is a certain tax-free allowance.

Therefore, it's okay to bring these things back to China.

Even if it exceeds the limit, the tax won't be much; Cheng Kaiyan has plenty of money now.

He should just pay his taxes honestly, since his foreign exchange sources are legal and compliant.

Domestic customs mainly inspects eight categories of high-value items, including tape recorders, televisions, and cameras.

These items must be declared from their source, and taxes of one to two times the value of the goods must be paid, with quantity restrictions also in place.

Otherwise, it's just speculation and profiteering.

Cheng Kaiyan didn't need to take any risks; he'd probably have to pay taxes on his camera later.

I also bought some local specialties, food, cigarettes, and alcohol at the supermarket.

Just as he was about to leave, he happened to pass by a jewelry store.

Cheng Kaiyan thought that after all, it was an engagement, a once-in-a-lifetime event.

In the end, I went in and bought a necklace and a pair of wedding rings, both made of gold.

The men's ring is a simple plain band, while the women's ring is set with a ruby, which is neither too big nor too small, and the texture is quite pure.

The inner band of both rings is hand-engraved with English letters and the Latin phrase "Amor Vincit Omnia".

It symbolizes that love conquers all.

In short, these rings are quite expensive.

After buying the gifts, Cheng Kaiyan bought a box to store them, and muttered with some concern, "It feels like I'm doing a live-streaming sales event."

Back at the airport, Cheng Kaiyan sat quietly in the waiting hall, waiting for the plane to arrive.

The nights at the end of April are around ten degrees Celsius, which is still a bit chilly.

Cheng Kaiyan ordered a hot coffee to perk herself up and stayed up until 2 a.m.

Finally, the announcement that the flight was about to take off came over the loudspeaker.

Ten minutes later, Cheng Kaiyan boarded a plane back to China.

Leaning back in his seat, he watched the clouds outside the window for a while before finally closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, in the Tuanjiehu community of Beijing.

Inside a room on the third floor of a small building.

A soft, bright table lamp illuminates the bedroom.

Red, festive traditional Chinese "double happiness" stickers were pasted on the door, and a red silk curtain with tassels hung from the lintel, swaying gently in the wind.

Inside the room, a Butterfly brand sewing machine covered in lace sat quietly in the corner.

On the solid wood bed in the middle, there was a bright red satin sheet.

A pair of cotton quilts embroidered with gold-threaded mandarin ducks covered a slender girl.

The girl lay quietly on her side in bed, her head resting on a soft pillow covered with peonies and phoenixes. Her sleeping face was serene, with a gentle smile on her lips.

It seems I had a beautiful dream. (End of Chapter)