1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Today's events did not have a significant impact on Cheng Kaiyan.

In his view, he was simply visiting his aunt with his fiancée on an ordinary weekend.

During the visit, I unexpectedly encountered something quite ordinary.

The title of vice president is quite prestigious, but for him, it's a matter of taking it if he wants, and not taking it if he doesn't.
As for the potential corruption and power struggles within the academy, what does that have to do with him, an outsider?
Cheng Kaiyan was no longer a naive and ignorant young man who hated evil.

If you are not in your position, you will not seek your government.

It is the most foolish thing to let these irrelevant things affect and disrupt your life.

Knowing full well that things were complicated, he was already being very generous by agreeing to let Chen Zijun join the association and participate in the election.

He eats and drinks as he pleases, and lives life as he pleases.

After briefly explaining his thoughts to his aunt and Xiaoli, the two visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, there's no need to worry about this. The atmosphere was quite warm and harmonious."

Cheng Kaiyan waved her hand, dispelling the slightly somber and worried atmosphere.

"Uh-huh."

Liu Xiaoli didn't like this either, and nodded with a smile.

"As long as you know what's going on."

Jiang Ting nodded slightly. She was worried that Cheng Kaiyan was young and impetuous, so she gave him special instructions.

Young people, especially those who are successful at a young age, often think the world is black and white and simplify things.

But this guy is quite mature.

Thinking of this, a faint emotion flashed in the beautiful woman's narrow, dark phoenix eyes, not just joy and appreciation, but perhaps also love.

Jiang Ting lowered her head to hide her gaze, picked up her teacup, and took a sip of the still-warm tea.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the handsome young man, and the beautiful woman's rosy lips slowly curved into a captivating smile.

"Let's watch TV to pass the time."

As Liu Xiaoli said this, she got up and turned on the TV.

CCTV-1 is showing a movie, the hugely popular film from last year, "Romance on Lushan Mountain".

It has been watched countless times, but audiences, especially young and fashionable people, love it.

After watching the movie for a while, the three of them indeed forgot about what had just happened.

Jiang Ting suddenly remembered Cheng Kaiyan's filming of "Love Letter" in Japan last month, and asked casually, "Xiao Yan, how was that movie you guys made? How does it compare to 'Romance on Lushan Mountain'?"

"Yes, Kaiyan, you've never mentioned how the love letter turned out."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli also asked curiously. However, in Cheng Kaiyan's opinion, this girl probably cared more about Zhao Ruixue.

"Hmm... The film is a Sino-Japanese co-production, created by two master directors. In my opinion, it is much better than Lushan Love in terms of plot, visuals, and characters."

Cheng Kaiyan gave a confident answer.

"You seem very confident?"

Liu Xiaoli pouted and said, unsure whether she was happy for Cheng Kaiyan or jealous.

"Ha ha……"

Jiang Ting watched the two of them with amusement, "When will it be released? Then we can all go and see how Xiao Yan performs. She'll probably become a big star when it's released."

"It should be released around the end of the year."

Cheng Kaiyan explained.

"Xiaoli, you'd better keep a close eye on Xiaoyan, or she'll run off with someone else again."

It's rare for the icy beauty to crack a joke; it seems that spending the weekend with Cheng Kaiyan and Liu Xiaoli has made her feel relaxed and at ease.

"Hmph! He wouldn't dare!"

Liu Xiaoli crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

Cheng Kaiyan raised her hands in surrender. These two were making fun of her, what else could she say?

"Giggle..."

Seeing that he seemed helpless against them, the two women smiled with satisfaction.

The atmosphere was pleasant, and the three chatted and laughed, so time passed quickly.

At 11 o'clock, Comrade Xiaoli got up and went to the kitchen to prepare ingredients for lunch.

In the living room, Cheng Kaiyan and her aunt sat together.

Perhaps because she hadn't seen Cheng Kaiyan for many days, the coldness and loneliness in her heart made the beautiful woman unconsciously tilt her head and lean on Cheng Kaiyan's shoulder.

A warm current flowed down my face and shoulders, slowly engulfing my entire body.

The two tacitly enjoyed their time alone and the peace in their hearts.

June is approaching.

The weather in Beijing is already quite hot, especially between 10 a.m. and 3 p.m., when temperatures often exceed 30 degrees Celsius.

The two sat leaning against each other for a while, then felt a little hot.

Summer is just around the corner.

Cheng Kaiyan suddenly sighed for no apparent reason.

"Yes."

Jiang Ting nodded, the subtle movement causing her jet-black hair and fair, delicate skin to rub against her shoulder, making a rustling sound.

She remembered that at this time last year, it was just her and Cheng Kaiyan at home.

It was precisely when the Ning family came to cause trouble that Cheng Kaiyan forcefully defended her.

"Auntie, shouldn't you get a refrigerator? It will be much more convenient to have one in the summer. Think about it, you can store vegetables and freeze drinks."

Cheng Kaiyan suggested.

"is it?"

Jiang Ting hadn't expected Cheng Kaiyan's thinking to be so unpredictable.

"Of course, we'll buy two refrigerators, one for you and one for my mom."

Cheng Kaiyan is very rich now, but unfortunately he can't buy air conditioners on the market and can't afford to use them. This thing is one of the twenty-seven strictly controlled commodities.

If you really want to enjoy air conditioning, you'll have to wait until 1985 when Wanbao introduced its first air conditioning production line.

"Where did you get so much money?"

Jiang Ting's tone was indifferent, like mist floating on ice, but a hint of curiosity could still be heard.

"The copyright fees for 'Love Letter' totaled 20 million yen..."

Cheng Kaiyan briefly explained the situation.

"Twenty million!"

At this moment, even Jiang Ting couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Her cold, aloof face, coupled with her radiant, surprised, and even slightly admiring eyes, created a striking contrast of beauty.

"Otherwise, how do you think I brought back so many gifts?"

"So that's it..."

Jiang Ting calmed down and smoothed her hair behind her ear, revealing her gleaming gold bracelet to Cheng Kaiyan. She nodded generously and said, "Then Auntie won't stand on ceremony with you. Anyway, this is your home too."

Her thinking was simple: since she had bought so many things, she would definitely come here often.

"Then let's go to the Friendship Store this afternoon and have them deliver it directly. Oh, by the way, I'm going downstairs to buy some drinks."

"go together."

Jiang Ting got up and called to the kitchen, "Xiaoli, let's go out and buy some drinks."

"I want to drink yogurt..."

Liu Xiaoli called out from the kitchen.

……

I bought a dozen beers, yogurt, and orange soda from a shop on the street.

When I got back, lunch was almost ready.

The dishes were quite plentiful, including braised pork ribs, a braised fish, and stir-fried vegetables.

This was probably the best meal Jiang Ting had eaten in the past two weeks.

Of course, the food in the cafeterias at Beijing Normal University is pretty good.

After lunch, the three of them sat and watched TV to digest their food.

Around one o'clock, everyone went back to their rooms for a nap.

In the bedroom.

Cheng Kaiyan wasn't too sleepy yet. She sat at her desk, casually flipping through the books on the bookshelf.

"Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, tell me honestly, what's the deal with the 20 million yen that your aunt mentioned?" Liu Xiaoli took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, one of her white legs dangling by the edge of the bed, asking with a half-smile.

"The film rights cost ten million plus box office revenue, and the novel's publication cost ten million plus royalties. Actually, it was also luck that the cultural bureau official in charge of our negotiations happened to be a fan of my books; otherwise, we wouldn't have gotten such a high amount..."

Cheng Kaiyan explained it in detail.

"So you made 20 million from just one book, 'Love Letter,' and that doesn't even include the share of the profits?"

Liu Xiaoli looked at her husband in disbelief. Twenty million yen was already the limit she could imagine, but who knew there would be box office revenue and royalties as well.

Even though she wasn't a professional in the industry, she had been exposed to Cheng Kaiyan's work and knew that at least 20 million in revenue hadn't been received yet, and it might even be more than that.

"Forty million is equivalent to three hundred thousand RMB... I have never seen such a large sum of money in my life, I probably have never even seen thirty thousand."

She murmured to herself with her pink lips slightly parted, her mind a jumbled mess, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

"Hmm... there's still a chance with 30,000 yuan. If you want to take a look, it's not impossible."

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the girl who was so surprised she didn't know what to say, smiled, took out her wallet from her pocket, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to the girl:

"I was planning to give it to you before, but I've been so busy lately that I forgot. Here, there's over 30,000 in this card."

Thirty thousand yuan?

Liu Xiaoli stared blankly at the man sitting calmly in the chair in front of her, smiling at her with a complex mix of emotions.

There was both pride and self-esteem in her own judgment, as well as deep love and admiration for him.

Of course, a slight sense of melancholy still lingered in my heart.

The girl remained silent for a long time, then slowly lowered her eyes under Cheng Kaiyan's gaze, murmuring softly, "Kaiyan..."

"What's wrong, Xiaoli?"

Cheng Kaiyan, being perceptive, noticed the girl's low spirits, put the card aside, and got up to sit next to her.

"Am I...useless? You're so amazing...I feel like I don't know anything and can't offer you any help..."

The girl murmured to herself in a light voice, "Unlike my aunt, who knows so much and is so mature... This morning when you were talking, I couldn't get a word in edgewise, and I didn't know what to say..."

I... I feel like all I know how to do is dance, do housework, cook... Lately, I haven't even done much housework or cooking; you've been taking care of everything."

Liu Xiaoli looked up at Cheng Kaiyan with her small face upturned and her lips pursed, her eyes glistening with tears.

"call……"

After listening, Cheng Kaiyan took a deep breath, raised her hand and pulled Xiaoli's slender shoulders into her arms, letting her lean against her.

He rested his chin on the girl's soft hair and comforted her in a gentle, soothing voice:

"I know that Sister Xiaoli is a very strong-willed girl at heart, but self-pity is not her style."

You need to understand that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. For example, I'm definitely not as good at dancing as you, and I often step on your feet. The right approach is for everyone to focus on their strengths.

Besides, we are the closest of people, husband and wife are one, what's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine.

"If I have the capacity, I'll take better care of you and the family; if you have the capacity, it's the same for you."

"Uh-huh……"

It's unclear whether the girl listened or not, but she buried her head in his arms, nodding and making "uh-huh" noises incessantly.

"In short, no matter what our status is in the outside world, how powerful we are, or how famous we are, none of that matters when we are at home and alone."

Cheng Kaiyan continued, but words could only offer verbal comfort.

Ultimately, what truly matters is whether the girl herself can change her mindset.

“I know all of that, but…”

Liu Xiaoli was clearly not someone who could be persuaded with just a few words.

"I understand you, and I support you."

Cheng Kaiyan patted her on the back and said with a smile, "Then please dance well, Comrade Xiaoli. One day, you will stand at the highest point of the stage, dancing gracefully in the spotlight. And I will be sitting in the audience, proud of you, and applauding you."

"Yes, yes! That day won't be far off! I want to make Comrade Xiao Cheng proud of me."

Liu Xiaoli rubbed her face against his chest, and this time her two "hmm" sounds sounded much more energetic.

"Haha, then I'll just wait for the day when the great dancer will sign my autograph."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled happily, wondering if she was almost at the max level in comforting girls.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later!"

Liu Xiaoli was now extremely confident. In fact, what she had just experienced was just a little girl's melancholy. She didn't need Cheng Kaiyan's comforting words; she could gradually figure it out herself.

But it was precisely Cheng Kaiyan's caring and attentive attitude that moved her even more and made her feel fortunate to have found such a good man.

Liu Xiaoli's heart fluttered, and she suddenly looked up, wanting to kiss Cheng Kaiyan.

But as soon as he looked up, he bumped hard into Cheng Kaiyan's chin.

"Ouch...it hurts so much."

He pitifully covered his head and whimpered in pain.

"You're so jumpy, you've probably broken your tongue!"

Cheng Kaiyan also covered her mouth and chin, hissing softly. Her tongue stung terribly, and she felt a sweet, pungent taste well up inside.

"Huh? Let me see!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli, enduring the pain in her head, quickly pried Cheng Kaiyan's hands off and gently cupped his face in her hands.

"Ah... Kaiyan, open your mouth..."

The girl's voice and tone were like those of someone coaxing a child.

She saw the tip of her tongue bleeding, and her moist almond-shaped eyes were filled with heartache and self-blame.

"I'll go get a glass of water. It should be fine after you hold it in your mouth for a while."

He stretched out two slender, white fingers and carefully examined his tongue.

After confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong, just a scratch, Liu Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief and got up to go out and get some water.

"No need for all that trouble! I remember saliva can reduce inflammation..."

Cheng Kaiyan stuck out her tongue, her voice sounded a bit strange, and her appearance was quite funny.

"...Is this how it is?"

Liu Xiaoli almost laughed, but answered his question very seriously, "Then you can hold it in your mouth slowly."

"Hey, hey, hey... I said yes..."

Cheng Kaiyan leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered.

"Bastard! He's just trying to humiliate me!"

I don't know what he said, but it earned him a hateful glare from Liu Xiaoli.

This lecherous man is still the same as ever. Even with his tongue bleeding, he still comes up with this trick to humiliate her!

The girl felt both ashamed and angry, her face flushed and burning, but seeing her man in such a miserable state, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

So Liu Xiaoli stood up and sat on Cheng Kaiyan's lap.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, cupped his face in her hands, and her clear, watery eyes trembled shyly.

She opened her pink lips and slowly approached, gently licking her bright red, bleeding tongue, and then poured clear, sweet water over it.

During the anti-inflammatory process, the shy and nervous Liu Xiaoli's timid tongues inevitably touched each other.

Overwhelmed with emotion, the two became somewhat absorbed in their feelings.

The scene was exceptionally beautiful, yet possessed a unique aesthetic appeal.

The door was pushed open a crack without anyone noticing.

A stunningly beautiful, aloof face was looking at them in surprise, a blush creeping onto her pale cheeks.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Kaiyan vaguely heard heavy breathing sounds coming from the corridor outside the door.

He quietly turned his head, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a face he never expected.

Auntie? What's she doing outside? Why is the door open?
How long did she peek?

Astonishment, shock, disbelief, and a touch of excitement flashed through Cheng Kaiyan's mind.

"Whoosh..."

It seemed like a telepathic connection, a preordained understanding.

The dark, indifferent eyes in the hallway and the watery, peach-blossom eyes in the bedroom met directly through the narrow crack in the door.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, they blinked and then looked away in perfect unison.

Through her eyes, Jiang Ting calmly explained, and Cheng Kaiyan roughly understood.

Hearing their voices, my aunt intended to come in and take a look.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw the two of them kissing.

Cheng Kaiyan sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

There was a vague feeling that this scene seemed somewhat familiar. (End of Chapter)