1979: My fiancée is a goddess

It was 4:30 in the afternoon.

Before I knew it, the fog began to swirl and surge, enveloping the distant main peak and darkening the sky.

Even in the sweltering summer heat, the temperature in the valley made Cheng Kaiyan's exposed skin feel somewhat chilly, and the sweat-soaked clothes on her back felt even more like a bone-chilling cold in this temperature.

"Ouch——"

Deep in the mountains and forests, a loud and high-pitched roar would occasionally echo, interspersed with the long and stoic cooing of an old owl.

"There are tigers?"

Cheng Kaiyan tilted his ear to listen carefully, frowning as his expression turned serious.

He had participated in many field training exercises in the deep mountains and forests organized by the Southern Xinjiang Military Region, and he had been there once, so he was quite familiar with the sounds of various wild animals.

This is undoubtedly a tiger, most likely a Siberian tiger.

Fortunately, judging from the volume and pitch of the sound, the tiger was still quite far away, at least several miles away, and even further with the winding mountain roads.

"Looks like it's time to head back soon."

Cheng Kaiyan looked up at the dim sky and thick clouds. In these deep mountains and forests, the weather is unpredictable; even on a sunny day, it can rain at any time.

Turning her gaze away, Cheng Kaiyan walked toward the beautiful woman who was still kneeling in front of the tombstone, gazing at it and whispering something.

After burning the paper money and offering sacrifices.

My aunt asked him to stay away, saying she wanted to have a private talk with my mother.

It's been almost half an hour now, so we should have said enough.

If it weren't for the weather and the danger, Cheng Kaiyan wouldn't have wanted to bother her aunt.

Even for ordinary mothers and daughters, it's quite normal for them to talk all night long.

Moreover, it was her aunt's daughter, who hadn't been back for over twenty years, who wanted to talk to her mother more; no one would have the heart to refuse.

Half an hour is still too short.

"Click..."

The soft sound of footsteps crunching on fallen leaves interrupted Jiang Ting's gentle, slightly amused narration.

The beautiful woman pursed her lips, which had become dry from talking for so long, and pondered whether she had said anything inappropriate.

He probably didn't hear me, right?
The beautiful woman raised her face, which seemed slightly flushed with embarrassment, and looked over. Seeing that Cheng Kaiyan's expression was normal, she felt much relieved and said softly, "What's wrong, Xiaoyan? Are you a little bored? Wait for me a little longer, okay?"

The husky, magnetic voice made Cheng Kaiyan's heart skip a beat.

It's not that it sounds bad.

Instead, once the cold indifference faded, the hoarseness and magnetism in her voice gave the beautiful woman a novel feeling of languid charm that penetrated to the bone.

"It's 4:30, and it's getting late. Let's leave as soon as possible."

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head and explained with a gentle smile.

"Um……"

Jiang Ting subconsciously licked her lips, pondered for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the mound of earth covered with weeds, and pleaded, "Xiao Yan, let's clean this place up before we leave, okay?"

Although she was unfilial, she hadn't been able to muster the courage to come back and see her father and mother all these years.

But before she passed away, she didn't want the place where her parents were laid to rest to be messy and overgrown with weeds, so that outsiders would think that the Jiang family line had ended and there was no more ancestral worship.

"Of course, no problem, I'll help you."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled and nodded, then walked up to the beautiful woman and helped her stand up slowly.

Because of prolonged kneeling, the woman, whose blood circulation was poor, immediately felt a wave of soreness, numbness, and weakness in her legs and feet, and almost couldn't stand up.

Fortunately, Cheng Kaiyan kindly supported her shoulder, which helped her regain her balance.

Jiang Ting lowered her beautiful eyes, silently moving her legs and hands, feeling a warm glow in her heart.

He's so thoughtful.

A few minutes later, Jiang Ting and Cheng Kaiyan went behind the tombstone.

"Aunt Wen, Uncle Jiang, please forgive us for helping you weed."

Cheng Kaiyan gave a brief apology and then started pulling up the weeds.

After all, disturbing a grave is disrespectful, especially when it involves one's aunt's parents.

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman standing nearby frowned and snapped, "What are you yelling about?! Call me Grandma and Grandpa!"

"..."

Cheng Kaiyan didn't answer, but continued to pull the grass. He found it quite easy to pull, as the grass roots weren't deep.

These weeds must have grown recently; someone must have cleared them away.

Moreover, when he lit the candles and burned incense earlier, he also found some burnt-out wooden sticks stuck in the soil.

"Hey……"

Jiang Ting could only sigh helplessly and buried herself in dealing with the weeds.

It took the two of them more than ten minutes to finally clean themselves up, their hands covered in mud and dust.

After spending a few minutes cleaning up in front of the tombstone, the two found a clean, flowing stream and washed their hands.

The clear, cool stream flows by, carrying away the mud and dust.

"Sigh~"

Jiang Ting squatted by the stream, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking at the clear red marks on her palms where the roots of weeds had cut into them. In some places, even a little blood had seeped out, and she felt waves of stinging and numbness.

"Your skin is still too delicate. If you touch it even slightly, it will leave red marks."

Cheng Kaiyan shook the water off her hands, squatted down and peeked at the scene, saying with a mix of heartache and helplessness.

He didn't know how many times he had seen his aunt's body develop red marks so easily.

"Hmph! What do you know?"

The beautiful woman glanced at him indifferently and gave a soft snort.

A woman's skin is considered to be as fair and delicate as possible; the phrase "so smooth and flawless" is used to describe this.

"Don't soak for too long. The water in the mountains isn't very clean, and it's so cold it'll make your hands cold."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled and didn't argue with her, patiently giving her instructions.

"Ah."

The beautiful woman obediently responded softly, stood up, and shook the water droplets off her hands.

Seeing this, Cheng Kaiyan nodded with satisfaction, picked up the two bamboo baskets together, and was about to turn around and go back.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the beautiful woman leaning closer.

The next instant, his clothes were lifted up, and a pair of icy, slippery, soft, boneless slender hands were placed on his waist.

"hiss!!"

He shivered from the cold, gasped, and turned to look.

The beautiful woman, who usually had a cold and indifferent expression, was now secretly smiling with the delight of a little fox.

Forget it, good men don’t fight with women.

Cheng Kaiyan silently turned her head, pretending not to see anything.

My waist felt icy cold, but my heart felt light and relaxed.

It seems that bringing me along to pay respects to my father and mother has finally eased some of the deep-seated burdens and shackles in my aunt's heart.

This is a good thing!
"whee……"

Seeing that he was holding back and dared not make a sound, nor did he dare to let go of her hand, Jiang Ting quietly raised her soft red lips and let out a crisp laugh like the clash of cold jade.

The two of them walked one after the other in the direction they were heading back.

……

Half past five.

Feeling relaxed and refreshed after a long rest, the two quickly crossed the mountaintop and began their descent.

This time, Jiang Ting didn't insist on walking herself. Instead, she took the initiative to say, "Xiao Yan! Carry me down the mountain. I'll let you off the hook for what you did to me this afternoon."

"Okay, come up yourself."

Cheng Kaiyan curled her lips. This woman really holds grudges; she still remembers them!
He bent down and soon felt a warm, soft, and voluptuous body press against his back, settling firmly against him.

"Cheng Kaiyan! Let's go!"

The beautiful woman wrapped her arms around Cheng Kaiyan's neck, waving her pink fists, showing a rare display of energy.

However, his joy was short-lived; he had only been gone a short while.

The surrounding mist gradually enveloped the area, blocking out the verdant forest ahead, and the sky grew even darker.

Visibility was less than three meters.

"Xiao Yan, it feels like it's going to rain soon."

Jiang Ting lay on Cheng Kaiyan's back, her brows furrowed, looking at the swirling mist ahead with some worry.

She reached out to test the humidity in the air, and occasionally a few tiny raindrops fell into her palm.

"Okay, Ah Ting, hurry up, I need to speed things up."

Cheng Kaiyan tightened his grip on the beautiful woman's buttocks, his long, strong fingers digging into her plump flesh.

Even as he walked, he could faintly touch the tightly closed, shameful cleft of her buttocks.

"Hey..."

The beautiful woman let out a soft moan, then punched him twice with her red, cold fists to show her displeasure.

However, given the current situation, Jiang Ting couldn't care less whether Cheng Kaiyan's hands were behaving honestly or not.

She no longer cared why this bastard suddenly called her by her childhood nickname.

Jiang Ting calmly and loudly warned, "Watch your step!"

"Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt."

He took a deep breath, focused his mind, and quickened his pace as he headed down the mountain.

As we passed a bamboo grove, a light drizzle began to fall.

"rustle--"

The rain pattered on the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound. "Xiao Yan, stop!"

Jiang Ting looked at everything in front of her with concern and leaned close to her ear to offer advice.

At the same time, he reached out his cool, white hand and shielded Cheng Kaiyan's forehead to prevent rain from getting into his eyes and blurring his vision.

"Don't rush, let's keep going. Otherwise, it will be even harder to get out once the rain soaks the road."

Cheng Kaiyan shook his head firmly; he had his own guess.

"Whoosh..."

Jiang Ting was a little angry. She stared at the ear in front of her, opened her mouth, and bit down on it with her silver teeth.

And you're talking about me? This bastard is the biggest stubborn one of all!

Cheng Kaiyan ignored the warm, slightly painful nibbling of the beautiful woman and continued trekking downwards.

My heart tightened, and I became even more cautious.

However, during the process, she still slipped on the wet, moss-covered stones, but fortunately, Cheng Kaiyan grabbed onto a tree trunk by the roadside in time to avoid falling.

However, his legs inevitably bumped against the stones, scraping his skin and causing a slight puncture that bled.

He ignored everything and continued on.

Twenty minutes later, the two had reached the halfway point down the mountain.

Cheng Kaiyan, under intense mental and physical concentration, was also exhausted, panting heavily and her face flushed.

"Clap clap clap!"

Then the rain intensified, completely engulfing the world with its curtain of rain and the sound of rain, and making the roads slippery and muddy.

"We can't go any further! We can't get out of here!"

Large raindrops fell on Jiang Ting's tightly furrowed brows, making her shiver with cold as she anxiously reminded her.

Without Jiang Ting's prompting, Cheng Kaiyan immediately stopped in her tracks.

Carrying Jiang Ting on his back, he plunged into the woods where a fork in the road stretched out before him and sped off.

With excellent eyesight, I found a tree more than ten meters tall on a hillside. The leaves and soil under such a large rain tree were still relatively dry.

The two plunged inside, and sure enough, the dense branches and leaves perfectly blocked out the rain.

Only a few drops of rain occasionally fell.

"Huhuhu..."

Cheng Kaiyan put the beautiful woman behind him down and leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Ting approached him with a worried expression, looking at the young man who was soaked to the bone and whose face was covered in rainwater. She hurriedly lifted her relatively dry sleeve and wiped his face.

"I'm fine, how about you?"

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just a little cold."

Jiang Ting shook her head, wiped his face dry, then took off her wet hair, clasped her hands together, and wrung it out little by little.

The water droplets that were wrung out dripped onto the ground with a gurgling sound.

"Don't worry, I'll go gather some firewood. Once we have a fire, it won't be cold anymore."

Cheng Kaiyan patted her aunt's shoulder, feeling a damp chill on her skin.

He carried his aunt on his back, which meant that his aunt was shielding him from the rain.

As a result, his aunt's clothes got wet, while his clothes were fine.

Thinking this, he bent down, unbuttoned his shirt, and took off his relatively dry shirt, handing it to him: "Take off your wet clothes first, and put mine on."

"Ah."

In the dim light of the night, Jiang Ting nodded gently, without refusing, "Turn around, I'll change my clothes."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled and nodded, then turned around. Behind her, she heard rustling sounds of changing clothes, followed by the sound of water droplets hitting the ground as her aunt wrung out her clothes.

"All right."

Turning around, I saw that my aunt had changed into a shirt that was obviously a size or two too big for her, which covered her plump figure and made her look a little petite and lovely.

"You look great in it."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled and praised her, then bent down to look for dry fallen leaves and branches on the ground. There were quite a few leaves under the big tree, but they wouldn't burn for long.

He only managed to find one or two branches, so he had no choice but to use matches to start a fire.

The orange-red flames crackled and popped as they ignited beneath the tree, spreading heat far and wide.

Jiang Ting squatted down by the fire, her body gradually warming up.

Seeing this, Cheng Kaiyan instructed, "I'm going to pick up some branches. I won't go far and will be right back. Don't wander around here."

"Come back soon."

Jiang Ting looked at him nervously and reluctantly by the light of the flame. She didn't want Cheng Kaiyan to leave her, but she gritted her teeth and obediently nodded in agreement.

My gaze followed Cheng Kaiyan's figure closely as he left, wherever he went.

When Cheng Kaiyan runs behind the tree and disappears, she gets anxious; when he reappears with the branch, she gets happy.

A few minutes later, Cheng Kaiyan returned with a pile of branches, some dry and some wet.

Then they broke off several leafy branches from the tree and placed them in front, on the left and right, to block out the view and form a rough little campsite against the tree.

"It's barely enough for us to rest. Let's dry our clothes first."

Cheng Kaiyan wiped the rain off her face and said with a smile.

After saying that, he stuck the branches in the ground and built a simple frame.

"That's really impressive."

Jiang Ting looked up at him as he gradually set up the camp. Firelight flickered in her dark eyes, and deep admiration flashed within them. She whispered with admiration, "Xiao Yan, I've discovered that you're always so reliable, no matter what."

The next second, this bastard, without any shame, stood in front of the fire and took off his trousers in front of Jiang Ting, revealing his long legs and half-wet underwear.

"rogue!"

Jiang Ting raised her hand to cover her slightly flushed face and snorted coldly.

"Are you still cold? Don't wear your wet pants, you'll easily catch a cold. Take them off."

Cheng Kaiyan put the clothes on the fire to dry, smiled shamelessly, and looked at the beautiful woman's pants. He said with concern, "Take them off, they're cold in here. I swear I won't look at you."

"..."

Jiang Ting looked at him expressionlessly, not quite believing him, but after thinking for a moment, she nodded: "Turn around."

Cheng Kaiyan obediently turned around.

Jiang Ting lowered her head and took off her shoes first, then unbuttoned the buttons on her lower abdomen, tightened her fingers around her waistband, lifted her buttocks, straightened her legs, and pulled her pants down from her ankles.

"All right."

The beautiful woman blushed with embarrassment after her actions. After hurriedly finishing her sentence, she casually tossed her wet pants and shirt to Cheng Kaiyan, then immediately hugged her knees and curled her legs up in front of her, using the large shirt to cover her exposed fair skin.

Cheng Kaiyan picked up the clothes that had been thrown at his face. A rich, cool fragrance wafted into his nostrils. After examining them carefully, he said, "Only the back of my butt is wet. I can wear them soon."

Logically speaking, if the back of his pants was wet, his underwear should also be wet, but he dared not ask that question.

Let's wait until my aunt's pants are dry before letting her change.

The two sat leaning against each other for a while, and ate the leftover steamed buns and candies in the basket to barely fill their stomachs.

At this point, my body felt much warmer, and I started to feel sleepy.

It was truly dark by then, but thankfully it rained during the night, and the wild animals in the mountains and forests all stayed in their dens and did not come out.

"Just make do and sleep here for one night. I'll stay with you, it'll be fine."

Cheng Kaiyan turned her head and found that the beautiful woman beside her was curled up with her fair and soft legs, her chin resting on her knees, half asleep.

"Ah."

The beautiful woman responded wearily.

"Let me hold you while we sleep."

Cheng Kaiyan suggested, but the beautiful woman remained silent.

So he reached through the woman's legs, which were pressed together, and lifted her up in his arms.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Cheng Kaiyan held her tightly in his arms to shield her from the cold wind and rain, gently patted her back, and softly coaxed her to sleep.

Jiang Ting rubbed her soft face against his chest, took a deep breath of his intoxicating scent, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

In a daze, she had a dream.

In my dream, there was a familiar courtyard, under a familiar big tree, where a familiar, gentle middle-aged woman sat, smiling and talking to me.

Jiang Ting couldn't hear clearly, but she vaguely heard her mother say:
“Ah Ting, I’ve seen him. He’s very good to you… but I hope you won’t regret it.”

"What do you regret?"

……

The rain had stopped, and the fire was crackling and burning.

Cheng Kaiyan glanced at his watch; it was already midnight. He yawned and added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire.

He looked down at the beautiful woman curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully. Her usually cold and indifferent face was now rosy, with a smile on her lips, showing her deep affection.

"She's so well-behaved when she's asleep."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled contentedly and muttered to herself.

"No regrets."

Suddenly he heard the beautiful woman's soft, hoarse voice talking in her sleep.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Kaiyan fell silent for a moment, then lowered his head to cup the beautiful woman's face and gently kissed her full, rosy lips with a light, fleeting touch.

"You won't regret it."

He said. (End of Chapter)