1979: My fiancée is a goddess

"Woooooooo..."

"Crack-"

It's 9 PM.

The night was as dark as ink, and thick, drooping clouds shrouded the entire world.

A torrential downpour, carried by howling winds, poured down with the force to engulf the entire city.

In the once bustling capital city, where countless lights once illuminated every home, only a few scattered lights remained, flickering like candles in the suffocating rain.

The wind and rain lashed against the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Golden Hall, producing a dull, crackling sound, and the resulting stream of water completely blurred the view outside.

Even through the window, Zhu Guohua could feel a chill that sent shivers down his spine, but he had no time to pay attention to his trembling body.

He simply looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the tall, slender figure standing tall and straight under the dazzling lights and amidst the shocked, admiring, and envious gazes of the crowd, unable to utter a single word.

His teeth clenched tightly around his dry lips, the blood staining them red and bringing a sweet, metallic taste that permeated his mouth, gradually deepening.

"How could this be? How could he..."

Zhu Guohua was incredulous, repeating incomprehensible words in her throat.

Over the past hour, he had considered many scenarios and devised numerous plans to retaliate against and torment Cheng Kaiyan and his family.

But a sudden donation of up to $250,000 shattered all his plans, rendering them all worthless.

Born into a family of cadres, no one could understand better than him what this huge donation meant.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, the reality was that Cheng Kaiyan was no longer someone he could mess with at will.

Even if he is Zhu's grandson, a high-ranking official's son with impeccable political credentials.

The more he understood this, the more his anger and resentment festered, embedding themselves deep within him like venomous fangs, driving him to madness.

Torn between these conflicting emotions, he could only tremble as he watched that person easily obtain the glory and respect he had always dreamed of, unable to do anything.

Turning his head to look at his side, he was surprised to see a rather silent old lady sitting there.

"Wow... truly, the younger generation is truly formidable! Two hundred and fifty thousand US dollars, surpassing even the shipping magnate!"

Grandma Kang looked at the young man on the stage with a complicated expression. Her aged face was slightly flushed and hot due to the rush of blood to her head.

She took off her black-rimmed glasses, bent down, and gently wiped the cloudy lenses with a handkerchief, her tone somewhat complicated.

The sentiments included excitement and joy at the successful completion of the charity gala, which far exceeded expectations, as well as shock and excitement at the unexpected donation of up to $250,000 from Cheng Kaiyan.

The goal for raising funds at tonight's charity gala is 500,000 yuan.

The shipping magnate's second daughter used a sum of US$180,000 to achieve the goal, and even far exceed it.

It's a good thing, and it makes people happy.

However, this also greatly reduced people's willingness to donate, and very few people went up to donate in half a day.

But even under these circumstances, this young man on stage, whom she found disagreeable for various reasons, actually stepped forward to donate money.

This changed her opinion of Cheng Kaiyan somewhat; at least this young man was willing to contribute to welfare, and his nature was good.

To everyone's surprise, this young man actually donated $250,000!

It's more than the second daughter of the shipping magnate donated!
How could this not shock and move her?

It's much harder for a writer to earn $250,000 than for a capitalist.

This money is absolutely all the royalties Cheng Kaiyan earned from her writing in the United States!

The fact that he donated it all at once is enough to show the kindness and selflessness of this young man.

"No wonder Bing Xin, Elder Ye, and even Elder Mao value him so much. Although he is impulsive and a bit hot-blooded, this kid does have a pure and innocent heart."

After pondering for a long time, Grandma Kang finally put aside her prejudice and gently clapped her hands to applaud and cheer for Cheng Kaiyan.

Just a dozen minutes earlier, her attitude and opinion of this young man were not very good.

It could even be described as indifferent and annoyed.

First, because of the project proposal; second, because of the open fight here; and third, because of impulsive and disrespectful words directed at her.

But now, everything has been turned around in a very short time.

The only thing that really upset Old Mrs. Kang was that Cheng Kaiyan and Zhu Guohua openly fought in the People's Hall.

However, there was a reason for this.

After thinking about it carefully, Kang Lao could understand Cheng Kaiyan's desire to protect her family and loved ones.

Thinking of this, she turned to look at her grandson Zhu Guohua beside her, but suddenly frowned and called out softly, "Guohua."

"grandmother."

Zhu Guohua forced a smile and responded in a low and dejected tone.

“This was your fault. You are not allowed to cause trouble for Cheng Kaiyan again. I will also warn those old subordinates not to interfere. Do you understand?”

Old Master Kang frowned and gave the order in a cold voice.

Although he wasn't her biological son, how could she not know his personality?

They're definitely thinking about how to get revenge.

"Why! Why is it my fault?"

Zhu Guohua said excitedly.

"After today, Cheng Kaiyan will be someone you can't afford to mess with."

Kang Lao calmly stated this fact.

"He doesn't even deserve it?"

Zhu Guohua stiffened his neck and scoffed.

"It seems you still don't understand that Cheng Kaiyan is different from shipping magnate Bao Yugang."

He earned royalties from his children's literature in the United States and donated $250,000 of it. The positive impact and symbolic significance of this donation even exceeded that of the $10 million donated by shipping magnate Y.K. Pao.

Because he was born under the red flag and grew up during the reform and opening up period, he is part of a new generation of young people.

He represents children's literature writers, all comrades in the literary and artistic circles, and even more so, progressive intellectual youth across the country.

In the future, he will undoubtedly become the best footnote and representative figure of the youth of this era…

Old Master Kang gently shook his head and explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

"Whoosh..."

Zhu Guohua took a deep breath. He finally understood why this young man, who was the same age as him, remained unmoved even though he knew his identity.

Even when facing a leader of her grandmother's caliber, she remained fearless.

After tonight's charity gala.

With a donation of US$250,000, he surpassed the shipping magnate's second daughter;
Donations made in the name of children, to be used for children;

The Spring Bud Project is the initiator of two charitable projects under the Hope Project.

With this, Cheng Kaiyan had already achieved an invincible status.

Let alone him, a son of a high-ranking official with only a title, even high-ranking leaders would have to consider the will of the people if they wanted to take action against him.

"me……"

Zhu Guohua was filled with resentment and anger, her teeth almost grinding to powder. Finally, under the stern warning gaze of Elder Kang, she lowered her head and said heavily, "I know I was wrong, I will apologize to him!"

"Being able to bend and stretch is a basic principle for being a cadre. Remember that."

Seeing that he obeyed, Old Kang nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly asked, "Where is Cheng Kaiyan's project proposal?"

"me……"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Guohua became anxious and stammered, unable to speak.

"Go find it for me right now. I need to see the project proposal in perfect condition on my desk by tomorrow morning, or you can forget about ever coming back to Beijing! You'd better stay at your job and work!"

Kang Lao, with his keen mind, saw through Zhu Guohua's actions at a glance and coldly rebuked him.

"Yes, I'll go right away!"

Forbidding him from returning to the capital is tantamount to a house arrest and exile; wouldn't that be a death sentence for him?

Zhu Guohua panicked immediately, hurriedly said something, and rushed out in a hurry.

While most people were focused on Cheng Kaiyan, who was giving a speech and announcing the Spring Bud Project and the Hope Project on stage, Zhu Guohua's escape also attracted the attention of some.

In the back seats.

Liu Xiaoli, Jiang Ting, and Xu Yuxiu were sitting next to the Ning family members, their expressions varied, mostly ranging from shock, excitement, joy, and pride.

Even someone as cold and aloof as Jiang Ting couldn't help but have her eyes sparkle, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tender affection as she gazed at her dazzling beloved on the stage.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably, and a delicate blush, barely visible to others, appeared on her usually cold and aloof face.

"Look! Zhu Guohua ran away, head down, looking all dejected, like a dog!"

With her long hair reaching her waist and wearing an elegant and exquisite black dress, Ning Wanjia immediately called out to everyone in a low voice with joy.

"It's probably because Elder Kang taught him a lesson. Now, even Zhu Guohua wouldn't dare to provoke Cheng Kaiyan easily."

Tang Minghua looked away from Cheng Kaiyan and said with some emotion.

"Yes, Cheng Kaiyan has already made something of himself."

Ning Qiuyue and Li You exchanged a glance and said in a complicated tone, "Thinking back to just over an hour ago, this Zhu Guohua was still arrogant and complacent."

Now they've become homeless dogs, which is quite ironic in comparison.

"No wonder Cheng Kaiyan wasn't worried at all just now, and was so confident."

Only then did Li You realize that Cheng Kaiyan had been planning this all along, and everything was going according to his plan. She blurted out instinctively, "No wonder Jiajia can't forget such an outstanding man..."

"Second Aunt! What are you saying?!"

Ning Wanjia stomped her foot in shame and indignation, and after shouting, she glanced guiltily at Xu Yuxiu and Liu Xiaoli.

Aside from the blush and excitement on their faces, the two were much calmer and more natural.

"Xiaoli, you'd better watch out for Kaiyan from now on."

Xu Yuxiu smiled gently at Ning Wanjia, then turned her head and whispered in Liu Xiaoli's ear.

"Mom, don't worry. I know Kaiyan better than anyone. We trust each other."

Liu Xiaoli shook her head gently and said calmly.

He had promised himself that he would only wear one watch in his life.

He never hid anything from Zhao Ruixue, his childhood sweetheart, let alone Ning Wanjia.

"Heh, just a loser!"

Liu Xiaoli snorted coldly, thinking to herself.

……

"This concludes our explanation of the future development direction and charitable projects of this children's and youth foundation!"

After about ten minutes, Cheng Kaiyan gave a slight bow to the leaders in the audience, and the speech ended amidst thunderous applause.

"Now, let's invite Ms. Bing Xin to the stage to speak, bringing our charity gala to a perfect close!"

"Please welcome Ms. Bing Xin!"

Cheng Kaiyan spoke into the microphone, gesturing to the audience.

Wearing a simple, clean white shirt, the gentle and kind-hearted Ms. Bing Xin rose and slowly walked onto the stage under the gaze of her colleagues.

"You did very well today, smile."

As she walked to the front of the stage, Bing Xin turned around, smiled, and gave Cheng Kaiyan a thumbs-up, praising her.

"Thank you."

Cheng Kaiyan didn't feign modesty; she simply smiled and said thank you, then loosened her collar and turned to leave the stage where the lights were focused, heading towards her family.

As Cheng Kaiyan walked through the aisle between the seats, she clearly felt many friendly, appreciative, and admiring gazes cast upon her from the dimly lit seating area.

This time, it was completely different from what he showed in the fight just over an hour ago.

Cheng Kaiyan walked calmly with her head up, accepting everything with equanimity.

He did not donate for fame or fortune.

It was for his family, for the poor and sick children in the welfare homes.

As he passed the third row, a young woman in her early thirties, with an air of elegance and grace, was looking at him with a very careful scrutiny and observation.

"Bao Peirong?"

Cheng Kaiyan recognized her, but what puzzled him was that although the second princess of the shipping magnate looked at him with admiration, there was more of a strange friendliness and familiarity, as if she had known him for a long time.

"Mr. Cheng, please wait a moment."

Bao Peirong spoke up in time and called out to Cheng Kaiyan.

"What advice does Ms. Bao have?"

Cheng Kaiyan greeted him calmly.

The shipping magnate is worth billions, and his daughter is also incredibly wealthy.

However, Cheng Kaiyan was no stranger to women of extraordinary backgrounds like her, such as Tachibana Chiai, and he was already used to it.

"Mr. Cheng, you are indeed a man of great talent. No wonder you can donate $250,000 to charity. I am truly impressed."

Bao Peirong praised with a light laugh.

"It's just doing what I can for the country, I can't take on any responsibility."

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head modestly, not wanting to talk any further: "My family is still waiting for me, so I won't chat any longer."

"...Please take care."

Bao Peirong paused for a moment, but ultimately did not voice the question that was on his mind.

"Ah."

Cheng Kaiyan did not linger or try to befriend her because of her identity; instead, she turned and left cleanly and decisively.

This surprised Bao Peirong, yet she greatly appreciated it.

"He is indeed a refreshing person, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon."

She watched the tall, slender figure leave, somewhat lost in thought, and murmured, "That young man looks just like Ke Nian..."

How can two people look so alike? But his surname is Cheng, not Xu… Cheng Kaiyan shouldn't be related to Ke Nian; they just look alike.

Meanwhile, Cheng Kaiyan returned to her family.

He picked up his sister Xiaoli, who had been waiting for him for a long time, and plopped down on the still-warm stool, letting the girl sit on his lap. He asked with a smile, "Sister Xiaoli, your man looks very handsome today!"

"what?"

Liu Xiaoli paused for a moment, then quickly tilted her head back, her fair, delicate peaks gleaming, and gave him a reproachful look, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with affection.

"So cool! So cool! Our little Cheng was so incredibly cool spending $250,000!"

"Ha ha!"

Cheng Kaiyan hugged the girl in his arms tightly, feeling happy and carefree.

No amount of praise from others can compare to a lover's eye roll and heartfelt compliments.

"Hmm... Xiao Yan looks very handsome today. Auntie likes him a lot too, really likes him."

Cheng Kaiyan's heart skipped a beat. She heard a cold and indifferent voice softly ringing in her ears, as clear and melodious as jade falling from ice.

As he listened, breaths carrying moisture and fragrance brushed against the back of his ears.

Then, two soft, cool lips pressed against his earlobe.

A gentle, tender kiss.

His heart throbbed and trembled uncontrollably, and he murmured in his heart, "A-Ting..."

"Ah."

Behind him, the mature and dignified ice queen seemed to understand him perfectly, responding with a very soft, clear nasal sound, echoing his inner call.

Her lips enveloped his earlobe, moist and cool, her pearly white teeth gently nibbling at it.

In the dim light, no one saw this scene.

……

About ten minutes later, Ms. Bing Xin announced that the evening's party had come to a successful conclusion.

Amidst the bustling crowd, everyone dispersed in an orderly fashion, but the overwhelming wind and rain could not dampen their lively and noisy discussions.

The names that appeared most frequently were Cheng Kaiyan, Bao Peirong, and others.

I imagine that by tomorrow, this name and this story will have spread throughout the capital, and over time, it will have spread throughout the country.

……

It was already late at night, and a fierce wind and rain were blowing, making people hesitant to go out.

Fortunately, Bing Xin had a private car to pick her up today, so she let Cheng Kaiyan and her family of four ride in with her and squeeze back home.

"Boom boom boom..."

The roar of the engine starting up echoed amidst the patter of raindrops, and the bright headlights illuminated the rain curtain.

As the vehicle moves, the surrounding scenery recedes into the distance.

As I passed the garbage station under the big tree at the entrance, a familiar figure, soaked to the bone by the rain, was rummaging through the trash cans for something.

"That's... Zhu Guohua?"

Cheng Kaiyan quickly recognized who it was, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

With a flick of the finger, the car window closed again.

Inside and outside the car, it was like two different worlds.

As long as he doesn't actively cause trouble, Cheng Kaiyan won't bother with him at all.

Now it seems that Zhu Guohua probably doesn't have the guts.

"It's finally over..."

Cheng Kaiyan leaned back in his seat, his arm around his wife's shoulders, which had become a little fuller during the summer vacation, and felt completely relaxed. (End of Chapter)