1979: My fiancée is a goddess

The next morning, the weather changed from sunny to cloudy.

The bright sky was visibly cloudier, suggesting that a rain shower was coming before the sweltering heat of midsummer arrived.

In a bedroom with a simple solid wood style.

A petite, slender, and exquisitely beautiful girl curled up in a thin blanket like a white Persian cat.

Her glossy black, silky hair covered almost half of the bed.

Like a piece of the most precious silk, it wrapped the girl in the quilt, supporting her fair and delicate body.

If a face more exquisite than a doll's is a girl's most unique and obvious trait, then her waist-length hair woven from silk is her second most obvious trait.

Ning Wanjia truly has hair that reaches her waist.

She has never cut her hair short since she entered adolescence, not for any reason such as "when my hair grows long enough to reach my waist," but simply because she likes it.

Washing, combing, and tying my hair—I spend almost an hour every day on these long, beautiful hairs.

However, she still enjoyed it immensely.

The clean and bright bedroom didn't have many decorations related to girlishness.

There weren't any pink items, dolls, or plush toys.

Instead, the room was entirely white, with meticulously drawn industrial blueprints on the table and a wooden board on the wall displaying various sizes of screwdrivers, measuring tapes, gears, and other industrial tools.

On the wardrobe was a transparent glass case containing a model of a fighter jet, with an "F15" label on its streamlined fuselage.

The room felt clean and tidy, with no wasted space, as neat as a high-precision industrial instrument.

Unlike ordinary girls who like pink and pretty things, she is very different.

Her parents, relatives, and many friends all know that she is a girl who is different from others.

However, this extraordinary girl behaves no differently from any other girl when it comes to love and her beloved.

Of course, she would never admit it.

"嘤咛~"

A crisp, languid moan drifted through the tidy room.

A pair of slender, fair arms stretched out from under the covers, reaching forcefully towards the top of their heads.

Her two straight and slender legs were also taut and tight.

Before you know it, two exquisitely delicate feet, as if carved by the most master jade carver, have stretched out from under the covers.

In the soft, cool morning light, the milky white insteps of the feet resembled translucent jade, easily allowing the light to pass through and revealing the supporting bones and the delicate blue veins that intertwined like jade patterns.

One has to admit that this girl is a jade doll, so exquisitely beautiful that every part of her is so delicate that one would want to hold her in their hands and play with her.

"Knock knock knock! Time to get up!"

The sound of her mother knocking and urging her came from outside the door. Ning Wanjia, who was still unconsciously staring at the ceiling on the bed, finally woke up.

"understood."

Responding through the door, Ning Wanjia got out of bed wrapped in the blanket, walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and picked out a fluffy cake dress.

Then she lifted the blanket draped over her shoulders, and amidst the rustling sounds, the girl's flawless, exquisite body was exposed to the air without any cover.

Don't be surprised, sleeping naked is this girl's habit.

She was probably twelve years old when she first started puberty. Her third aunt told her that sleeping naked was good for a girl's physical development.

Sleeping naked is indeed very comfortable, but unfortunately, it's not good for physical development...

"This is clearly a ruse; Third Aunt is a complete liar!"

The girl held the cake dress in her hand, looked down at the soft, slightly heaving mass in her chest, and felt a pang of disappointment.

Not to mention reaching the full and rounded figure of her third aunt, she can't even compare to Liu Xiaoli.

The sad thing is that she's still wearing tank tops, and she can't use any of the underwear her aunt brought back from abroad!

I don't know if I'll ever need it in my lifetime.

"Hey……"

For some reason, Ning Wanjia remembered the time last July when she delivered clothes to Cheng Kaiyan, and that bastard actually ran into her here!

That night, her chest felt hot and swollen, making her feel anxious and unable to sleep well all night.

Later, she read through many books and discovered that this might be a sign of development.

It's a pity that...

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Ning Wanjia, aren't you ashamed?!"

The girl immediately gritted her teeth and spat lightly, patting her pink, hot cheeks with her two cool, soft little hands.

Ignoring the strange feeling in her heart, she stared at the underwear hanging in the closet, picked out one with a push-up effect and put it on. Then she looked at herself in the mirror several times and proudly puffed out her chest.

She wore a fluffy and cute cake dress and chose a pair of milky white strappy sandals.

She sat in front of the dressing table, combed her waist-length silk hair, tied it into a big bun at the back of her head, and finally secured it with a wooden hairpin.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my temperament has softened a bit from arrogant and sharp to gentle and quiet, but my face is still unbelievably beautiful.

Ning Wanjia's face revealed a proud and self-satisfied smile, like a trumpet vine swaying in the snow and wind.

I returned to my normal routine, went downstairs to wash up, and ate breakfast.

At 8 o'clock, I took a bus from the gate of the compound to Beijing Normal University.

Today is Monday, June 22nd.

The semester is coming to an end, and Ning Wanjia has no classes in the morning, only one class in the last period of the afternoon.
In other words, she could spend most of the day in her third aunt's office.

It was already 8:30 when I arrived at school.

Ning Wanjia, with a light-colored canvas bag hanging from her puffy-sleeved shoulders, walked along the cement road leading from the East Gate into the depths of the campus, her fluffy skirt bouncing with each step.

Under the hazy, overcast sky, a sliver of sunlight occasionally peeked out and fell upon her.

It occasionally drew admiring glances from young students walking along the road.

However, he was quickly stung by the girl's cold and sharp gaze and dared not look again.

I arrived at the office door.

"Whoosh..."

The girl stopped to catch her breath, her small, pink lips curving upwards slightly, and her aloof face softened considerably.

"Dong dong!"

He knocked on the door with his fingers, then opened it and came in.

"Third Aunt! I'm here!"

The young girl's delicate, fair feet treaded lightly into the room, her gaze quickly sweeping across the space before she greeted the beautiful woman sitting in the office, drinking tea, with a cheerful smile.

As for the young man sitting lazily on the sofa, reading a book, she merely glanced at him and couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

"Jiajia?"

Jiang Ting raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile in her eyes, "You've been coming quite often lately?"

"No way! At most, I'll come over for lunch with you! I'm just worried you'll be lonely!"

The girl walked up to him, put one hand on her hip, and retorted in a sweet voice.

She couldn't be arrogant in front of Jiang Ting; she was too busy acting cute.

"Perhaps I misunderstood your filial piety."

Jiang Ting nodded slightly, and said with a half-smile.

"Of course, I didn't have class this morning, so I came here to keep you company. But I didn't expect that jerk to be here too. It seems I'm superfluous and shouldn't have disturbed your time together."

Ning Wanjia's eyes flickered, and she sighed without making a sound.

Meanwhile, her glassy eyes quietly observed back and forth between the desk and the sofa.

"How could that be? If you don't like Xiao Yan, I'll make him leave."

Jiang Ting didn't think much of Ning Wanjia's slightly sour tone, simply assuming it was the possessiveness of children showing affection to their loved ones.

However, Jiajia really harbors a lot of resentment towards Xiaoyan, hehe. The one reading continued reading, and the one speaking remained indifferent, with only a hint of warmth occasionally appearing in her eyes, letting Ning Wanjia know that the beautiful woman before her was not truly an iceberg.

"How could I dare to send him away? I'm just a errand boy, a messenger."

Ning Wanjia didn't find anything amiss, and shook her head with a mix of relief and disappointment.

She didn't dwell on the topic, but instead took a newspaper from her canvas bag and waved it in front of Jiang Ting:

"Look! This is the latest newspaper from a couple of days ago! Some bastard is now famous, featured in the New York Daily News, and he'll be an international writer and scholar in the future!"

"Oh!"

Jiang Ting heard it clearly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She reached out and took the newspaper from her. "Xiao Yan, come and see what's going on."

"it is good."

Cheng Kaiyan put down the manuscript in his hand and walked over. In fact, he already had a guess in his mind: "It should be the paper I wrote last year. I asked Professor Ansel to submit it to an American journal."

He came up behind his aunt and glanced at the girl beside him, who glared at him fiercely.

Cheng Kaiyan felt she owed her nothing, but she wouldn't stoop to the level of a young girl. She teased, "Hey, you errand boy, go get some tea. You're all sweaty."

"You're the one running errands! It's none of your business!"

Ning Wanjia subconsciously looked up and touched her fair forehead, which she had just been strolling around, and glared at him angrily.

"It's up to you."

Cheng Kaiyan shrugged, and the two of them stood on either side of the beautiful woman, looking down at their newspapers.

About five minutes later, a newspaper article entirely in English was read, and the details of what happened were pretty much understood.

"I didn't expect such a huge response. The American literary and academic circles were shaken, and the novels even sold a lot of copies."

Jiang Ting gripped the newspaper tightly in her hand, her dark phoenix eyes glancing unintentionally at the young man beside her, a hint of pride and joy flickering within them.

"It was just luck. At first, Professor Ansel and I only regarded this paper as a stepping stone to enter the American academic community. The real core was still the co-authored paper 'The Impossibility of Children's Literature'."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled, feeling very happy inside, but she remained calm.

"That's true."

Jiang Ting understood, then said with a sudden, complicated expression, "In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yan, your academic achievements have already surpassed your aunt's! I remember this time last year, you were still someone who needed me to guide you step-by-step even with your thesis proposal!"

As she spoke, recalling the past, the complex emotions in the beautiful woman's heart faded considerably, replaced by a warm and sweet feeling.

They also share many small moments of happiness.

"Haha, no matter what, I was taught by my aunt. Without my aunt, there would be no me."

Cheng Kaiyan spoke with a double meaning, looking down at the beautiful woman who was looking up at her, and suddenly felt like ruffling her hair.

"That's true. Next semester, I'll really be your teacher."

Jiang Ting seemed to sense the fluctuations in the other person's eyes and heart. She licked her lips, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and smiled faintly.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Kaiyan suddenly remembered that she would be starting graduate school next semester.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

At this moment, Ning Wanjia, who was standing to the side, coughed lightly with her fist to her mouth, interrupting the two of them: "Third Aunt, if anyone disobeys, punish him severely! Let him know what it means to be a teacher for a day and a mother for life!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ting and Cheng Kaiyan both turned their heads and looked at her with strange expressions.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Hehe."

Ning Wanjia felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, gave a dry laugh, and guiltily smoothed the strands of hair damp with sweat by her ear.

"Cuckoo~"

He probably couldn't imagine himself being her son, and besides, wasn't he taking over Yuxiu's job?
Jiang Ting, quite unusually, covered her mouth and laughed crisply. For a moment, her thick, dark hair, the elegant and graceful hem of her long black dress, and her round, firm breasts all swayed, making her look like a beautiful flower in full bloom.

Then Cheng Kaiyan and Ning Wanjia were also infected by the laughter and started laughing, filling the room with laughter for a moment.

"Alright, alright, stop laughing. There's something else my mom asked me to tell you. About the last vice-president election, Vice Minister Lin from the Ministry of Culture wanted to meet you. He originally wanted to apologize in person, but as you know, he's not..."

After calming down for a while, Ning Wanjia told Cheng Kaiyan in detail about Minister Lin of the Ministry of Culture and her mother's entrustment.

"Minister Lin wants to invite me to his home for dinner to discuss some matters... Okay, I accept."

Cheng Kaiyan was somewhat surprised that the dignified vice minister would condescend to personally invite him to his home. Naturally, he would not be presumptuous and agreed on the spot.

"That's good. I'll pick you up on Saturday!"

Ning Wanjia's proud little face blossomed into a happy smile.

"Sure, I should be at the courtyard house on Saturday. Just come over then."

Cheng Kaiyan originally wanted her to tell her the address, but judging from the girl's expression, she could guess what she was up to, so she smiled and asked, "Can I bring Sister Xiaoli along?"

"what?"

Ning Wanjia's previously beaming face suddenly stiffened, and she stammered, "Well... this..."

She and her mother will be going to Grandpa Lin's house for dinner this time, so they can have some alone time together.

"Minister Lin didn't say whether or not we can bring people. Why don't you go and put in a good word for me?"

Cheng Kaiyan found it amusing to tease this arrogant young lady, so she continued.

"...You, I...you want me to go and tell them?"

Ning Wanjia gritted her teeth, feeling wronged and wanting to cry, but her inherent pride made her hold back.

"Can't you?"

Cheng Kaiyan was still pretending not to understand.

"..."

Ning Wanjia lowered her head, unsure whether to agree or refuse, but her eyes felt sore and wet.

"Okay, I was just kidding. It's not appropriate for Xiaoli to go about this."

Upon seeing this, Cheng Kaiyan quickly said...

"Damn it! He's always bullying me! He's always going against me! I'm just a gofer, how can I speak up for you!"

Ning Wanjia suddenly looked up, her beautiful, watery eyes staring at Cheng Kaiyan, wishing she could bite the guy in front of her to death.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have always bullied you."

Cheng Kaiyan couldn't stand seeing girls cry.

Especially when the girl in front of me, who is as delicate as a porcelain doll, cries, it is very heartbreaking and pitiful.

He reached out and ruffled the girl's hair, gently comforting her.

In the end, she's just a nineteen-year-old girl.

A warm, large hand gently stroked her head, the heat easily traveling from her hair to her scalp, and then into the girl's flustered, shy heart, where her heart was pounding like a deer.

Ning Wanjia was stunned and stood there, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe—shyness, nervousness, dislike, or perhaps joy...

Looking at them, and considering her niece's frequent visits lately, Jiang Ting finally came to a conclusion:
I don't know what happened, but Jiajia, who has always been incredibly arrogant since childhood and has always passively waited for others to please her, is now actually taking the initiative.

Although she doesn't consider it a proactive move.

But this is already very rare.

"Oh... Xiaoli, Xiaoli, Jiajia has already started raiding our base!"

Jiang Ting shook her head; she wasn't worried that Cheng Kaiyan might fall for someone else.

Even Zhao Ruixue, Xiaoli's childhood sweetheart and first love, couldn't be taken away from her.

What's more, Ning Wanjia has always been treated like a little girl or younger sister by Cheng Kaiyan.
The beautiful woman raised her pale, delicate hand and gazed at her.

With good food and sleep lately, and Cheng Kaiyan by my side, my health has actually improved a lot, and my palms have become much rosier.

For no apparent reason, an absurd thought flashed through the beautiful woman's mind:

"Perhaps only I have the ability to take him away?" (End of Chapter)