CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: HANDING OVER THE BANKBOOK ON THE FIRST DAY

Lin Wen struggled for a while, faced with gossip and a five-kilometer weighted run, he chose the five-kilometer weighted run!

"Sis, what’s up with you guys today?"

Sang Yu smirked. Come on, your eyes are practically saying ’tell me’, yet you’re playing coy with him.

She understood, gossiping is just a natural instinct for the people here.

"To put it simply, in short, your original sister-in-law didn’t want to get married, so she swapped marriage partners with me. Now, I’m your sister-in-law."

Lin Wen: ...

A bit abstract, but not much.

It’s better left unsaid.

Lin Wen still wanted to know more, but he was warned by Jiang Jingming.

"Lin Wen, focus on driving!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Sang Yu turned her head to look at the man beside her; he was indeed handsome, and he looked quite striking in his military uniform.

He helped her today, and seemed like a good person.

As for whether they would live together in the future, time would tell.

Flash marriages do carry risks.

Though Jiang Jingming had retired from the military, he was still exceptionally sensitive to other people’s gazes.

So when Sang Yu’s gaze landed on him, he noticed it immediately.

His body suddenly tensed up.

"Comrade, thank you for today," Sang Yu said.

Her voice was soft and sweet, and Jiang Jingming felt like a feather was tickling his heart.

It was soft and tingling.

Jiang Jingming looked straight ahead: "No need to thank me."

He still preferred when she called him Brother Jiang.

Lin Wen thought that perhaps Sis and the Captain were a bit too polite with each other?

Sang Yu didn’t think so; after all, it was the second time they met today in her eyes.

Being polite was appropriate; that kind of instant intimacy upon meeting was what’s abnormal.

Soon, Lin Wen drove them to Jiang Jingming’s residence in Sea City.

It was a standalone home with a courtyard.

The entrance was adorned with red decorations and festive couplets.

As soon as the car arrived, people at the door began lighting firecrackers.

Jiang Jingming took Sang Yu directly to a room on the second floor.

"You can rest here for now."

After saying this, Jiang Jingming went downstairs.

The noise downstairs was lively.

Sang Yu wasn’t quite used to it, so staying there was fine.

The room was evidently decorated, with festive red bedding and nostalgic decorations that were really jovial.

After a while, someone knocked on the door.

Sang Yu said, "Come in."

It was a teenage girl.

"Sis, Second Brother asked me to bring this food for you."

The girl was a bit shy, not daring to look at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu saw the girl holding two bowls, one with white rice and the other with meat.

"Alright, thank you."

The girl nodded, put the bowls down, and ran off. Sang Yu didn’t even get a chance to ask her name.

But being able to have someone send food to her, this man was quite thoughtful.

After eating, Sang Yu felt a bit tired, unable to hold on, she fell asleep directly on the bed.

When she woke up, downstairs was already quiet.

Sang Yu rubbed her eyes, opened the door, and after confirming there was no more noise, she went downstairs.

Downstairs had already been tidied up.

How long did she sleep?

"You’re awake?"

Jiang Jingming’s voice suddenly came, startling Sang Yu. She was right on the steps and suddenly missed a step.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and grabbed the handrail to steady herself.

Turned around and saw Jiang Jingming withdrawing his hand.

Jiang Jingming’s face was slightly awkward.

"What time is it now? Did I sleep for long?" Sang Yu asked.

"Not bad, it’s four in the afternoon now. You slept for three hours."

"Three hours?!"

When did she become so good at sleeping?

"Yes, Uncle and Aunt wanted to meet you, but since you fell asleep, they went back. We’ll visit them next time."

Sang Yu: !!!

Isn’t this terrible!

But since next time was mentioned, then next time it is.

Just say some good words next time.

"Um, can we talk?"

Sang Yu looked at the man in front of her, who had already changed out of his military uniform and was wearing a set of gray casual clothes.

"Sure."

Jiang Jingming replied in a low voice.

The two sat face to face in the living room on the first floor.

"Regarding this marriage swap, I still want to explain clearly."

Though she didn’t have feelings for him, merely appreciated his looks and thought his character was okay, there were still things that needed to be clarified.

After all, she didn’t like being misunderstood.

Likes might vary, but misunderstandings were unacceptable.

Jiang Jingming sat there, listening intently to her.

Sang Yu explained the ins and outs of the situation to Jiang Jingming, "The marriage swap goes like this... do you understand?"

Jiang Jingming nodded, "Understood."

It’s good that he understood; whether he believed it or not, she didn’t care.

"Mr. Jiang, at the moment, there isn’t much feeling between us. So I’m wondering if we can sleep separately first?"

Suggesting a divorce now might scare the man in front of her.

After all, divorce wasn’t a common thing in this era.

Jiang Jingming’s eyes darkened, then he said, "Okay."

Sang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he wasn’t unreasonable; otherwise, as a single woman, how could she resist a man?

"Here, take this."

Jiang Jingming took a bankbook out of his pocket.

Sang Yu didn’t know it’s the era of bankbooks, took a look and realized it was one.

Sang Yu counted, one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand?!

"This, this, this."

"These were prepared by my parents for me, along with some of my previous military allowances. It’s all yours."

"All for me?" Sang Yu’s eyes widened. Ten thousand in this era was comparable to a multimillionaire in the 21st century.

Then what does the thousand she managed to retrieve from Song Zhenhua mean?

Does it mean she’s poor?

"Yes, previously my parents gave Song Jiajia an eight hundred eighty-eight dowry, just a small fraction. Now the person has changed, so this is yours."

"My money will also be yours in the future," Jiang Jingming added.

Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming, "Aren’t you afraid I’d run off with all this money?"

"Not afraid," Jiang Jingming replied without hesitation.

Sang Yu wasn’t sure what to say for a moment, but she wouldn’t betray his trust.

"Alright! Since that’s the case, I’ll accept it."

Anyway, they’re already a couple, might as well take it. Pretending to be coy wasn’t her specialty.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll cook!"

Besides liking to paint, Sang Yu also liked to cook.

Seeing Sang Yu’s happy expression, Jiang Jingming’s eyes also showed a bit of amusement.

What a little money lover, if she liked money, then it was easy.

After all, he didn’t have much else, but he had money.

"I’m okay with anything," Jiang Jingming said.

Then they’ll just make whatever was available in the kitchen.

So for dinner, Sang Yu made three dishes and a soup.

A winter melon soup, braised pork, fish-flavored shredded pork, and stir-fried vegetables.

Although ordinary, the taste was surprisingly good; even he, someone who wasn’t particular about food, had an extra bowl of rice.

"I’ll wash the dishes," after the meal, Jiang Jingming said consciously.

Sang Yu didn’t fight him for it; after all, if he didn’t voluntarily wash, there’d be no next meal.