1979: My fiancée is a goddess

On the evening of December 31, 1981.

While Cheng Kaiyan was still immersed in the joy and excitement of her lover's pregnancy, she was also feeling nervous and uneasy.

Meanwhile, in the distant neon-lit city, a woman shared a similar sentiment.

The obstetrics ward is located on the sixth floor of the inpatient building at the University of Tokyo Hospital.

The night outside the window was pitch black, and a cold wind was howling.

The spacious and luxurious hospital room was lit with soft, warm ambient lighting.

The blades of the standing air conditioner in the corner swept left and right, blowing a warm, spring-like breeze that swept away the cold and bleakness of winter.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of quiet breathing could be heard.

A figure stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the special ward, her clear and cool willow-leaf eyes gazing at the dark clouds drifting in the wind outside the window.

The neon lights of the Ginza International Shopping Street in the distance were reflected in her dark eyes, shimmering with a beautiful and dazzling light, yet also carrying a touch of sorrow.

A few huge billboards are hanging in the department store not far from the inpatient department.

The woman on the far right is a young woman in a coat, who is also one of the hottest new female stars in Japan this year, Kyoko Koizumi.

She was holding a record in her hands, her new album "My Sixteen Years Old," which was released this month as her first single.

Above the huge poster in the center, the title "Love Letter" is written in both Chinese and Japanese in ink calligraphy, and below the title is written:

do you know?

Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a very long time...

Highly recommended by renowned director Yoji Yamada, a master of heartwarming stories, this is the best, most touching, and most passionate love story ever made.

Starring Yuki, Japan's best new female writer of 1981, this is a must-see!

The novel of the same name, "Love Letters," has been released online!

Below is a snow scene.

A woman wearing a gray coat and a red scarf stood in a vast expanse of white snow, looking up and shouting.

If someone were to look closely, they would notice that the figure in the snow bears a striking resemblance to the woman standing quietly by the French windows.

"Click——"

Soft footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the door.

A nurse named Ayase, wearing a pink and white nurse's cap, opened the door and walked in carrying a plate of sumptuous dinner.

Ayase looked up at the woman by the window, about to call out, but seeing that the woman was engrossed in her work, she didn't want to disturb her.

I walked quietly to the rest area by the window and placed the plate on the coffee table.

"call……"

Nurse Ayase breathed a sigh of relief. She had arrived a little late this time, past dinner time, but fortunately, Miss Yuki was not a strict person.

She turned to look at the woman beside her and found that the woman was still silently looking out the window, seemingly unaware that someone had entered the ward.

"What are you looking at so intently?"

Nurse Ayase looked out the window curiously. Outside, there was only the pitch-black night and the dazzling neon lights; there was nothing strange about it.

After all, Miss Xue is Chinese, and she is quite curious and longing for such a big city, while she herself has long been used to it.

Thinking this, Nurse Ayase came back to her senses, only to be drawn to Ms. Yuki herself.

Miss Xue was dressed in a loose, plain white and light pink hospital gown. She was facing away from me, revealing half of her unadorned profile. Her whole demeanor was as pure and simple as clear snow water, spotless and clear.

A pair of slender, snow-white arms were crossed in front of her chest, and her figure was upright and graceful.

Her thick, jet-black hair cascaded down to her full waistline, swaying gently, outlining a pure, aloof, and untainted aura, like that of a snow maiden.

Just one extra glance made Ayase feel ashamed, like an ugly duckling, and guilty that her gaze might have tainted her.

This Miss Xue moved in about two weeks ago.

It left a very deep impression on Nurse Ayase.

Because Ms. Xue was personally accompanied to her check-in by the vice president, the head of obstetrics and gynecology and other leaders, and they left a message asking the medical staff to serve her according to the highest standards.

With such a grand entrance, the ward they stayed in was also extraordinary.

This special ward is located on the sixth floor of the inpatient building, and there are fewer than five such wards in the entire hospital.

The ward is over 70 square meters in size, decorated in a simple style, with green plants and artwork all around.

The ward has independent access control, a separate bed rest area and a visitor area. The sofas, tables and chairs are all high-end imported goods. There is also a private bathroom, a small kitchen and a dressing room.

It is staffed with dedicated nurses and doctors who are on call 24 hours a day.

If it weren't for seeing Miss Xue's name on her passport, some people in the hospital might have thought she was a young lady from some wealthy family.

Even so, they are not people they can afford to offend.

After all, this Ms. Yuki is one of the most popular new female writers in the Japanese literary world right now.

Moreover, the movie "Love Letter," starring her, was also released today, reportedly simultaneously in China and Japan, which undoubtedly further boosted her fame.

Today, many doctors and nurses from the hospital went to the cinema to watch a movie. Just now, everyone was discussing the plot of this movie. Several of my girlfriends who had seen "Love Letter" cried their eyes out while watching it during their night shift.

They said the movie theater was packed with people, all there to see "Love Letter," and the movie was sure to be a huge hit.

Best new female author, movie star...

"Wow, Miss Xue is amazing... She's a true role model for us women!"

A hint of amazement and admiration flashed in the eyes of the female nurse, Ayase, before her gaze fell slightly on the slightly protruding abdomen of Miss Yuki, who was wearing a loose hospital gown.

The only thing that left her with some regret was that Ms. Xue, a woman of exceptional talent, education, status, appearance, and temperament, was already pregnant and nearing her due date. Based on the doctors' professional examinations, she was expected to give birth this week.

If "Love Letter" hadn't just been released, countless movie fans and book lovers would have been heartbroken if this news had gotten out.

Even though Miss Xue was pregnant, she remained beautiful and refined.

Her belly wasn't exaggeratedly swollen like a typical woman's; it was a perfectly proportioned bulge, shaped like a delicate little oval.

Far from affecting her beauty, it actually made Miss Xue's tall and slender figure appear more voluptuous and delicate, with a graceful and charming figure.

Especially after becoming pregnant, Miss Xue, who was originally aloof and cold, gained a divine radiance of maternal tenderness and love.

This gentle and loving maternal instinct contrasts with Miss Xue's aloof and detached temperament, yet it gives her a unique charm.

Even Ayase, who is also a woman, was captivated and unable to tear herself away.

"I really don't know what kind of man could be worthy of such an outstanding and beautiful Miss Xue? That she would be willing to give birth to her child."

"Speaking of which, it's been so many days, and we've never seen a man come to visit Miss Xue..."

Nurse Ayase stared at Miss Yuki, a question flashing through her mind, and subconsciously muttered to herself.

"Cough cough..."

The woman by the window suddenly raised her delicate hand to cover her lips, bent over slightly, and let out a violent cough.

"Miss Xue?! Are you alright?"

Nurse Ayase was startled, her face paling as she quickly went over to support the woman, who was only wearing a thin hospital gown.

It wasn't that she panicked, but Miss Xue's health had never been very good. Although she wasn't sick, she was rather weak.

After a diagnosis by a renowned obstetrician, it was discovered that the baby in her womb was absorbing too much nutrition, resulting in insufficient nutrition for Ms. Xue, the mother, and causing her to become weak.

Fortunately, after taking specially formulated nutritional supplements during this period, I felt a bit better.

However, Ms. Xue's attending physician was worried about complications such as difficult labor and physical exhaustion during childbirth.

"Ahem...it's okay."

Zhao Ruixue lowered her head, her pretty face slightly pale, and shook her head.

"Even though the air conditioning is on, you should still put on a warm coat. It's not good for you to catch a cold, so as not to affect the baby's safety."

Nurse Ayase helped Zhao Ruixue sit down on the sofa, then took out a warm down jacket from the wardrobe and draped it over her shoulders, patiently and carefully zipping it up and buttoning it up.

She smiled and said, "Alright, Miss Xue, it shouldn't be cold anymore now."

"Thank you."

Zhao Ruixue smiled faintly, raised her hand to gently smooth the clothes in front of her lower abdomen, and held them in place.

"It's alright. By the way, I'm a little late today. This is tonight's dinner, and the nutritional supplements have also been prepared. This is..."

Nurse Ayase smiled back, carefully opened the lunchbox, and picked up a cup of warm liquid.

"Ah."

Zhao Ruixue took it and drank it. It had a slightly sour taste, and after drinking it, her stomach felt warm.

Then he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat dinner.

The nurse, Ayase, chatted with her with great interest about the romance movie "Love Letter," which had just been released that day, talking about its popularity and discussing its plot and characters.

Zhao Ruixue didn't talk much, only occasionally replying with a word.

After the meal, Nurse Ayase reluctantly prepared to leave with her tray. As she closed the door, she poked her head in and asked, "Miss Yuki, would you like to take a bath or a sponge bath today? I'll come and serve you in a bit."

"Hmm... I think I'll take a shower."

Zhao Ruixue sighed. Although she felt that the meticulous care during her pregnancy was very thoughtful and ensured the safety of her and her baby.

But she still couldn't adapt, and could only attribute it to the oppression of capitalism.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

Nurse Ayase's voice was crisp and cheerful, and she seemed very happy.

Compared to other wealthy ladies and tycoons who are riddled with illnesses, have an old-fashioned air about them, and are covered in wrinkles.

Serving Miss Xue during her bath is not a torment, but a beautiful pleasure.

With a click, the door closed, and the world fell silent once more.

Zhao Ruixue sat quietly for a while to digest her food before getting up and returning to bed.

She carefully covered herself with the blanket, gently draping it over her protruding belly, and leaned comfortably against the headboard.

Zhao Ruixue picked up a book lying upside down beside her bed and continued reading. The cover prominently displayed the words "Harvest".

She slowly and leisurely twisted the rough paper.

Occasionally, she would pick up the teacup on the bedside table and take a small sip of hot tea.

Sometimes I could feel the little life kicking happily deep in my lower abdomen, and I would gently stroke it in response.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint knocking sound came from the floor-to-ceiling window, which gradually grew louder over time.

Zhao Ruixue noticed the unusual noise and slowly raised her eyes to look.

Countless tiny snowflakes drifted outside the window, painting the dark night with a layer of white.

The snowflakes gradually turned into snowflakes, which were carried by the biting cold wind and crashed against the glass window, leaving a snow track on the windowsill.

Zhao Ruixue gazed out the window, lost in thought. Complementing the falling snowflakes was the movie poster of a character shouting in the snow not far away.

"Cheng Kaiyan, whew... It's snowing in Tokyo." (End of Chapter)