CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: HE HAS A STRANGE FRAGRANCE

"Could you stop by the Friendship Store for a bit later? I need to go down to buy some things," Sang Yu said.

Today, while making egg tarts, she discovered that her home spices were almost gone.

She could conveniently go and buy some on the way back.

After Jiang Jingming parked the car, he followed Sang Yu into the Friendship Store.

Sang Yu simply bought some kitchen spices and her own paper and pens.

The supplies at home were running out, and at her current drawing speed, she would soon use them up.

In a way, it was a bit of a shortcut, as she didn’t need to think about the plot development; she remembered it all.

She could directly draw it out.

After buying the things, Jiang Jingming turned to the candy counter to buy two pounds of White Rabbit candy.

Jiang Jingming: "We’re out of candy at home."

Sang Yu thought for a moment, and it seemed true. He liked to eat them from the living room whenever he was free.

Jiang Jingming: "Is there anything else we need to buy?"

Sang Yu took a look and shook her head: "No, it’s almost enough."

Only then did the two leave the Friendship Store.

Just as they stepped out, they ran into a man.

"Jingming?" It was a middle-aged man who seemed surprised to see Jiang Jingming.

His gaze immediately fell on Sang Yu beside Jiang Jingming, flickering with a dark light that quickly disappeared.

As if it had never happened.

"Uncle Shen." Jiang Jingming was also surprised to see Shen Shaohua here.

He introduced Sang Yu: "This is Uncle Shen."

"Uncle Shen, this is my partner, Sang Yu."

Shen Shaohua looked at Sang Yu and smiled: "This young lady is quite beautiful. Jingming, you’re really lucky."

Jiang Jingming smiled lightly.

Sang Yu smiled and greeted: "Hello, Uncle Shen."

"Hello, hello."

"What’s going on?" Shen Shaohua looked at the big bags in Jiang Jingming’s hands.

Jiang Jingming: "We came to buy some things and are just about to leave."

Shen Shaohua also smiled: "I am here to buy some things at your aunt’s request. Since that’s the case, I won’t hold you two up."

Jiang Jingming: "Alright, goodbye, Uncle Shen."

Shen Shaohua smiled: "Goodbye."

After bidding farewell to Shen Shaohua, Jiang Jingming and Sang Yu returned to the car.

Until they got home, Sang Yu remained silent.

"What’s wrong?" After arranging everything, Jiang Jingming found Sang Yu zoning out.

Sang Yu looked up, "Who exactly is that Uncle Shen?"

Jiang Jingming sat beside Sang Yu and corrected her posture.

Sang Yu used to live alone, so she was used to all sorts of unconventional sitting postures.

"Uncle Shen is a friend of my dad, and he is now the Party Secretary of Sea City. I haven’t seen him in a long time, so I was surprised to run into him today."

As a Party Secretary, he should be quite busy. It’s not surprising to rarely see him.

Sang Yu hesitated, unsure if she should speak up, wondering if she might be mistaken.

Jiang Jingming: "What’s wrong? Just say it if there’s something bothering you."

Sang Yu suddenly faced Jiang Jingming, her demeanor becoming very serious.

"Jiang Jingming, do you remember the person in the alley who tried to grab me before?"

Speaking of that person, a hint of killing intent flashed in Jiang Jingming’s eyes.

He quickly concealed it.

"What’s wrong? Why suddenly bring this up?"

Sang Yu: "That day, I smelled a scent on that person, and before that day, I had encountered that same man once. When passing by, I also smelled that scent. I was thinking that maybe they got involved with something that left that scent.

And today, as Uncle Shen passed by me, I smelled that scent on Uncle Shen."

Jiang Jingming’s face turned solemn, and he furrowed his brow slightly: "Are you sure?"

Sang Yu nodded: "I’m sure."

Jiang Jingming: "Can you describe what that scent is like?"

Sang Yu thought for a moment: "I don’t know how to describe it. It’s a bit fragrant but not very obvious. It’s not like perfume or soap — it’s hard to describe because it’s the first time I’ve smelled this scent.

The reason I remember it is that it’s strange for a man to have such a fragrance.

So when I encountered that man, I remembered that scent.

And today, I smelled it on Uncle Shen."

Jiang Jingming’s expression was grave as stone, his lips tightly pursed.

Jiang Jingming advised: "Don’t tell anyone about this, no matter who they are."

Seeing his serious expression, Sang Yu was a bit scared: "Okay."

From Sang Yu’s eyes, her anxiety was evident. He reached out to pat her head: "Don’t be afraid. I’m here for everything, forget everything you said today, and if you run into such a situation or scent again, stay calm and tell me as soon as possible."

Sang Yu nodded: "Okay."

Jiang Jingming lowered his head and gave a peck on the corner of her lips: "Good."

"I’ll go make dinner, and you watch TV here for a while," Jiang Jingming said.

He usually didn’t cook much; his cooking was average so not to upset Sang Yu, he often bought meals from outside.

But today he had to cook.

Sang Yu’s aunt period was still ongoing, and she couldn’t touch cold water.

Sang Yu thought about the matter, feeling a bit worried, but considering there’s nothing she could do, she decided to act as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

"Jiang Jingming?" Sang Yu hopped off the sofa and ran towards the kitchen where Jiang Jingming was.

She momentarily forgot to wear shoes, stepping onto the floor with her bare feet.

Jiang Jingming turned around and saw those bare small feet, toes slightly pink.

He frowned slightly, removed his apron, and wiped his hands.

Walking over, he picked Sang Yu up: "Why aren’t you wearing shoes? You’ll catch a cold."

Sang Yu wiggled her feet: "I forgot."

"What’s wrong?" Jiang Jingming gently placed her back on the sofa, speaking softly.

Sang Yu suddenly said seriously: "I remembered something."

Jiang Jingming looked at her curiously.

Sang Yu said: "You promised to teach me self-defense, but you haven’t taught me yet."

She almost forgot about this.

"Are you sure you want to learn?" Jiang Jingming crouched down before her, maintaining eye level.

Sang Yu nodded earnestly, thinking about encountering thugs next time, she could protect herself.

The point was not to trouble Jiang Jingming more.

Jiang Jingming chuckled: "Do you want to learn in the evening or morning?"

Sang Yu was puzzled: "Is there a difference?"

Jiang Jingming: "If you learn in the morning, you have to get up early. If in the evening, you have to learn first and then have dinner."

Sang Yu’s eyes twirled as she thought — waking up early was too painful.

Better to learn in the evening.

Besides, she often had late dinners before, and she wasn’t exactly hungry.

"I choose evening."

Jiang Jingming raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure?"

Sang Yu nodded: "I’m sure."