1979: My fiancée is a goddess

"That's settled then. Chairman Chen and I will come over tomorrow morning, and then we'll go to Comrade Cheng Kaiyan's place together."

"Ah."

"This matter is definitely a good thing for Comrade Cheng Kaiyan."

As the sun set in the evening, the temperature finally cooled down considerably.

The dull sound of shoe heels hitting the stairs echoed in the dimly lit stairwell.

A beautiful woman with a cool and intellectual demeanor was chatting casually with a middle-aged woman in her fifties.

The light was dim, and a cool breeze blew through the corridor, making Jiang Ting's loose, lead-gray trousers cling to her long, slender, pale legs.

"He's just a candidate."

Upon hearing Professor Pu Manting say it was a good thing, Jiang Ting shook her head dismissively, appearing somewhat indifferent.

Why was Xiao Yan added to the list of candidates for vice president without her consent?
After a brief moment of surprise, she immediately analyzed the situation rationally and concluded that there was likely something wrong with it.

Jiang Ting couldn't figure out the exact reason for it in the short term.

But it's definitely related to that President Chen Zijun.

"Hehe... Anyway, I won't lose anything, so there's no harm in giving it a try."

Upon hearing this, Professor Pu Manting understood what Professor Jiang meant and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

Jiang Ting continued upstairs, and when she reached the fourth floor, she glanced back at her and said, "I'm here."

"Alright, Professor Jiang, take care."

Pu Manting waved goodbye; she lived on the sixth floor and turned to continue climbing the stairs.

Jiang Ting walked into the long corridor.

Most of the doors on both sides of the corridor were open, and the sounds of children playing, couples bickering, and cooking in an iron wok coming from inside the houses could be heard.

Jiang Ting walked by calmly, her steps never faltering.

As she reached the door, Aunt Lin from across the hall saw her return and greeted her, "Professor Jiang, you're back? Have you eaten? Why don't you come over to our house for a meal?"

"Yes, teacher, we made corn and pork rib soup today, it smelled so good!"

Lin Xiaohong waved ingratiatingly. She was also in the Chinese department, and Jiang Ting was teaching her a Modern Chinese course. She didn't pay much attention in class, so she tried her best to please Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting turned to look at her, a rare hint of helplessness appearing on her usually indifferent, icy face: "Eat by yourself, eat your fill, and don't eat snacks in class anymore."

"what?!"

Lin Xiaohong was stunned. Her stubborn temper flared up and she wanted to argue back, but she had no confidence or courage in front of Professor Jiang.

"Alright! You little brat! I knew you'd eat all the snacks at home so fast!"

Aunt Lin immediately glared at her daughter and twisted her ears with her large hands.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Lin Xiaohong winced in pain, looking like a big cat being held by the scruff of its neck.

"Professor Jiang, you should really teach her a lesson! University students are here to contribute to the country! We didn't tell you to be greedy in class and not pay attention!"

While scolding her daughter, Aunt Lin spoke to Jiang Ting.

In her view, her daughter's ability to get into university was already a testament to the use up all the luck she had in her life.

Without a good teacher to look after him, he's bound to amount to nothing in the future.

"do not worry."

Jiang Ting nodded gently, then took the key, opened the door, and went inside.

Take off your shoes at the door and put on cool flip-flops.

The slender, pale toes wedged the thin straps of the slippers between their toes, creating a unique kind of beauty.

Looking up and stepping inside, the entire building remained impeccably clean, reflecting light.

The kitchen door was tightly closed and hadn't been opened for a long time.

The pillows on the living room sofa were neatly arranged, and it looked like no one had touched them for a long time.

After tossing the keys on the table next to the TV, Jiang Ting's gaze fell on the potted gardenia.

Because it was left unattended, the soil was somewhat dry, and the leaves turned slightly yellow.

The room was eerily quiet and empty, devoid of any human presence.

"Gulu..."

After staring at the flowerpot for a while, Jiang Ting felt a bit thirsty, as if she could feel the same way. She picked up the kettle, poured herself a cup of warm water, and took a big gulp.

It has a slightly astringent taste and a strange flavor; it's not fresh.

"This...this must be water boiled yesterday, right?"

The beautiful woman lifted her cup with some uncertainty, gazing at the clear tea inside.

Then, with a casual pour, water was poured onto the gardenias, and the soil gradually darkened in color.

Jiang Ting turned around and went back to the bedroom, taking out a high-end pearl white silk satin nightgown from the wardrobe.

This is one of the gifts Cheng Kaiyan brought back from Japan. She has two nightgowns, which she likes very much and has been wearing them interchangeably to sleep.

She then grabbed her underwear and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hot water dripped from the showerhead, and wisps of steam filled the bathroom.

Hot water trickled down the beautiful woman's full, alluring, pale body, like water-soaked, ancient ice jade.

A bracelet shimmered with dazzling gold on the beautiful woman's wrist, sliding up and down as Jiang Ting washed her body and rubbed the foam.

Jiang Ting has always strictly limited her hot shower time to within sixteen minutes.

When the time came, the water valve was turned off, and the gurgling sound of water stopped in the stuffy, damp bathroom.

All that remained was the sound of water droplets shattering like jade.

Jiang Ting stood naked in front of the mirror, her plump and tender body, which could easily turn red with a light touch, carefully and patiently wiping away the water stains.

After drying herself off, the beautiful woman slowly approached the mirror.

Her long, dark eyes stared coldly at the face in the mirror—a face that was cold and expressionless, yet breathtakingly beautiful and captivating.

Her delicate nose and thin, rosy lips were pressed together, giving her a somewhat aloof appearance.

Her eyes were like a deep, cold pool, with clear black and white, and no wrinkles at the corners. Her skin was delicate and youthful, making her look like a girl in her early twenties.

"call……"

Jiang Ting took a deep breath and turned to look at the set of high-end skincare products neatly arranged by the sink.

This was also brought back by Cheng Kaiyan; it has a certain effect on moisturizing and protecting the skin and delaying aging.

Jiang Ting, who has always gone makeup-free and only used skincare cream in winter, has been consistently using it recently for some reason.

Anyway, it feels pretty good to use.

Following the steps, she applied the product to her face with her slender, pale fingers.

"Tick tock..."

The sound of water echoed in her ears, and her small ears twitched slightly.

Suddenly, faint footsteps and voices seemed to come from the living room outside the bathroom, causing Jiang Ting to stop abruptly.

Could it be that a thief has broken in?
There were no reported cases of theft in the teachers' compound.

However, the recent social atmosphere is indeed not peaceful, and we must be on guard.

Jiang Ting frowned, glanced at her naked reflection in the mirror, and her expression turned cold and sharp.

He quickly put on his clothes, opened the door, and knocked the basin of water containing his clothes to the ground, making quite a noise in an attempt to scare people away.

Just then, a familiar voice came: "Auntie, are you alright?"

"Xiao Yan and Xiao Li?"

Jiang Ting's eyes lit up, and a faint smile of surprise appeared on her indifferent face without her noticing. Beneath the dewy, snow-white melon, her heart began to pound with vitality.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally dropped something on the ground."

Jiang Ting, her slender, wet feet shuffling in slippers, walked out with light steps.

Before me, Liu Xiaoli was wearing a dress, her hair slightly damp.

It looks like he just finished showering.

Be careful when you take a shower.

Liu Xiaoli asked with concern, "By the way, have you had dinner?"

"not yet."

Jiang Ting shook her head.

Then I saw my niece frowning and saying with dissatisfaction, "It's almost seven o'clock, and we still haven't eaten! While I was away, you've been just letting things slide, haven't you, Auntie!"

"..."

Although it was a tone of reproach and dissatisfaction, Jiang Ting simply nodded silently, feeling a warm glow in her heart. "Where's Xiao Yan? Didn't he come?"

"They're here, in the kitchen. Oh, by the way, Kaiyan made pork rib soup this afternoon, and we brought some over. Come and eat!"

Liu Xiaoli offered a casual explanation, reaching out to pull her aunt's arm, but noticed her aunt's face suddenly turn pale, her wrist darting behind her hip. She seemed to have seen something golden flash by. "What's wrong?"

She asked out of curiosity, without suspecting anything.

"You guys go sit down for a bit, I'll go dry my hair and then come back."

Jiang Ting explained it casually.

"Oh, come out quickly, do you want me to help you wipe it?"

Liu Xiaoli looked up and saw that her aunt's hair was still dripping with large water droplets, which landed on her butterfly-like collarbone and disappeared into the deep cleavage.

"no need."

Jiang Ting's hands were clenched tightly behind her back, her pink and white nails almost digging into her palms, her heart was pounding and in her throat.

"Okay, I'll go boil some water. The kettle is full of water that's been sitting around overnight."

Liu Xiaoli had no suspicions, and after saying the immigration instructions once, she turned and left.

"call……"

Jiang Ting let out a rapid breath and leaned weakly against the cold wall. If it weren't for her inherent rationality and calmness, she would have been completely thrown into chaos.

Carefully protecting the gold bracelet on her wrist, the beautiful woman turned around and lifted her leg, when her eyes suddenly changed.

……

"Auntie, try this. It's a yam and pork rib soup that I've been simmering all afternoon."

Cheng Kaiyan opened the three-layer insulated lunchbox and handed a bowl of fragrant pork rib soup to the beautiful woman. Looking at her aunt's face, which had lost a lot of weight, she felt very sorry and worried.

"Ah."

Jiang Ting picked up the spoon and took a sip of soup.

Instantly, a fragrant aroma of pork ribs and yam filled my mouth, along with the sweetness of red dates and goji berries. As the soup warmed me, it soothed my stomach.

There's a lingering sweetness when you taste it.

"Xiaoli said you did it?"

Jiang Ting looked up in surprise and asked with a smile.

She remembered that Cheng Kaiyan used to not know how to cook.

Back then, I often heard Sister Yuxiu say that he could only stir-fry a vegetable dish and add a stir-fried green pepper and shredded pork.

Later, after their relationship improved considerably, he noticed that I often ate out and would come over to cook for me, which is how I gradually accumulated my culinary skills.

Those were the days when they were alone together; those were the truly happy and joyful days.

Looking back now, it warms my heart.

"Yes, how is it? Is it good?"

Cheng Kaiyan smiled gently.

"Mm, delicious."

Seeing the expectant look on his face, Jiang Ting nodded earnestly and took a few more sips.

"That's good."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled contentedly, then thought for a moment, "How about this, we'll make soup every week, drink more soup and eat more meat, it's good for our health. When it's ready, I'll bring it to Auntie."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli glanced at the two people closest to her at the dinner table and felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

Why is Kaiyan so good to his aunt?

Fortunately, the girl quickly adjusted her mindset.

It's only right to respect one's elders.

"Hehe, I'll just consider it as benefiting from Xiaoli's fame."

Jiang Ting chuckled softly, then lowered her head to drink her soup and eat.

It has to be said that Cheng Kaiyan's cooking skills are already quite good.

After taking a bath, the beautiful woman felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction as she ate.

As the three ate and chatted, Jiang Ting remembered something Professor Pu Manting had mentioned, so she said, "If you hadn't come today, I was planning to come see you tomorrow. Professor Pu Manting from the Chinese Department, Kaiyan, do you still remember him?"

"You remember?"

"The professor talked to me today, saying he needs to talk to you about something."

"what's up?"

Cheng Kaiyan became curious. Although this female professor had reviewed her paper, she wasn't really familiar with her.

"The Children's Literature Research Association recently held elections for vice president, and President Chen Zijun has added you to the list of candidates. They came to see you today hoping you would join them..."

Jiang Ting briefly recounted the events.

"Vice President, candidate?"

Cheng Kaiyan and Liu Xiaoli both exclaimed in surprise, and looked at each other in disbelief.

"This is a good thing."

Liu Xiaoli beamed with joy.

It's hard to say whether it's good or bad.

Seeing Liu Xiaoli's overjoyed expression, Cheng Kaiyan laughed and said, "Sister Xiaoli, you're still too naive."

"what the hell!"

Liu Xiaoli puffed out her cheeks.

The Children's Literature Research Association is a national-level social organization established under the leadership of the Ministry of Culture.

This vice president is indeed captivating, especially for Xiao Yan Yan, a young person who has fame and honor but no official status; he is of great benefit to her.

This pancake is delicious, but you also need to have the ability to eat it.

A candidate is just a candidate; it doesn't mean they'll be appointed as the vice president.

This requires voting and counting. If you're elected, everyone's happy, but losing is the more likely outcome...

Jiang Ting explained the pros and cons of the matter in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and Liu Xiaoli then stuck out her pink tongue shyly, "Oh, I see."

“There are definitely still problems here. We’ll ask Professor Pu Manting and President Chen Zijun for details when they come over tomorrow morning.”

Jiang Ting said.

“There are indeed problems, but since we have this opportunity, we should give it a try.”

Cheng Kaiyan spoke with great confidence, saying that according to Professor Ansel, the paper was about to be reviewed and published.

Even if he doesn't get elected as vice president, he might still be awarded a new one when the book is published in a top academic journal of American children's literature!
"Yes! Keep it up, President Cheng!"

Liu Xiaoli clenched her fist and waved it encouragingly, her eyes filled with admiration and love as she looked at Cheng Kaiyan.

Her favorite was Cheng Kaiyan, who was full of confidence and extremely arrogant.

Only someone like him, every part of his body, every strand of his hair, captivated me.

"Go, President Yan!"

My aunt also found the nickname amusing and started teasing it.

The three of them exchanged a glance and burst into laughter in the living room, creating a very lighthearted atmosphere.

Skipping over the matter of the vice president, Jiang Ting asked Cheng Kaiyan what she had been doing at home lately. Upon learning that she was writing a work about the Republic of China era and that it would be finished in June, she was immediately delighted.

Jiang Ting calmly instructed, "In short, come to school as soon as you finish writing. You've been skipping work for almost three months! If I hadn't spoken to you nicely, even if you become the vice president, Director Fang would definitely fire you if you didn't come back!"

"understood!"

Cheng Kaiyan obediently promised to come to work at school after finishing her writing, but inwardly she was full of complaints about the cold and beautiful woman in front of her.

The idea that Director Fang wants to fire me is clearly because you're alone at the school and it's too lonely and desolate in the office, which is why you insist on having me come to work.

Although she knew her aunt's ulterior motives, Cheng Kaiyan felt only pity and tenderness.

A short while later, Jiang Ting finished her meal, glanced at her watch, and asked casually, "It's almost eight o'clock. Are you going home tonight?"

"What do you think, Sister Xiaoli?"

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the head of the household and first sought Xiaoli's opinion.

"Ahem...then let's stay here for the night."

Liu Xiaoli was very satisfied with Cheng Kaiyan's performance. She coughed lightly and nodded in agreement.

"The beds are clean, you can go straight to sleep, and watch some TV first."

The three of them cleaned the dining table and then went to the kitchen to wash it.

In an instant, the long-lost warmth and liveliness of the home returned.

"so good……"

As Jiang Ting watched the girl beside her, wearing an apron and washing dishes and fruits, her empty heart was filled again.

I wish it could stay like this forever. (End of Chapter)