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Mosen finally agreed to take the graduate entrance exam with Jiang Liuying under her pressure. She also officially informed Mosen about the apartment she rented earlier in the year, and the two of them moved in together. However, Jiang Liuying insisted that they each have their own room. In other aspects, they were like any other couple, eating and studying together.
Mosen called Jiang Liuying out for dinner. Jiang Liuying glanced at the large electronic watch on her wrist and realized it was indeed time to eat.
Returning to her small space, she shut down her computer and tidied up her desk before heading out of the dormitory. As she approached Qinglan's bed near the door, she paused for a moment and suddenly said, "How about it, Qinglan? Want to join me for dinner?" Qinglan shook her head and smiled gratefully at Jiang Liuying, saying, "No thanks, you and Mosen are good together. Don't worry about me; I trust all of you! Jiao'er is the most perfect and reliable one." Her tone carried a hint of feigned lightness and teasing.
Jiang Liuying knew that this was just how Qinglan was—no matter how chaotic or painful things were inside, she never showed it in front of others. There was never a trace of sorrow on her face. No wonder Xu Wen liked her so much; any guy should be fond of her. But, "Damn that An Shaojie." Looking at Qinglan, who never spoke of her struggles and never seemed defeated, Jiang Liuying couldn't help but silently curse An Shaojie.
She wasn't someone who easily cursed others, but An Shaojie was truly despicable.
Just before leaving the dormitory, Jiang Liuying took one last glance at Qinglan. She was sitting by the table reading, looking serene as always, tirelessly and peacefully studying.
When Jiang Liuying reached downstairs, Mosen was already waiting for her with a cheerful smile. Upon seeing her, his face instantly lit up with joy as if welcoming a queen.
Walking over to Mosen, Jiang Liuying flashed him a brilliant smile. Like a proud princess, she held her head high and walked past him with an air of arrogance toward their rented apartment.
Mosen happily followed behind, not feeling that she had done anything wrong. It was as if her pride was a gift to him; he gladly enjoyed this sense of "being above everyone else" that she displayed in front of him.
This was exactly who Jiang Liuying was!
When he first met her, she walked with that same posture—head held high, chest out, eyes straight ahead—neither delicate nor pretentious. A golden thread always hung from the white-framed glasses perched on her high nose like a traditional intellectual woman. The crisp white shirt and black trousers wrapped around her delicate figure perfectly. She never relied on revealing clothing to showcase her femininity yet exuded an unparalleled allure—elegant, fashionable, and noble without being overly flirtatious or gaudy.
She was truly a remarkable woman who could combine conservatism with sensuality, tradition with modernity, elegance with nobility so perfectly.
Seeing that Mosen had not caught up, she stopped to wait for him.
Once Mosen approached and stood beside her, he reached out to take her hand.
She pulled his hand away and said, "Silly, only girls hold boys' hands. How can a boy hold a girl's hand?"
Mosen chuckled and let go of his hand. In his heart, what she said was always right, reasonable, and an undeniable truth.
"A man is always a woman's strongest support, even if the woman has her own career. Outside, a man must be a woman's support, but at home, he must listen to her. Do you understand, little rascal?" She tapped his forehead.
Mosen hurriedly nodded. He liked her perspective on the roles of men and women—contradictory yet very correct and reasonable.
"But where is our home?" Mosen grinned playfully, deliberately teasing her.
Jiang Liuying rolled her eyes at him and repeated her classic line, "What do you know? Why rush? As long as there is love in the heart, there is a home. Home is in the heart; wherever you go, it goes with you." Then she waved her hand in a gesture like calling a puppy and said, "Puppy, come here." The way she turned to smile at him was both charming and cute, with a mischievous grin on her delicate face that revealed a small dimple.
Mosen reached out to her; she gently took his hand and then delicately placed hers into the crook of his arm, linking with him and leaning against him.
The nickname "Puppy" was from a story Mosen had told her. Mosen's hometown was in a remote area of Northeast China. He had several older sisters before finally being born as their son. His parents cherished him dearly and worried about raising him well, so they gave him the nickname "Puppy."
When Mosen shared the origin of this nickname with Jiang Liuying, she laughed uncontrollably, bending over in laughter and collapsing into his arms. From then on, she began to enjoy giving him various nicknames like Meat Bun, Puppy, Dog Sheng, and Little Rascal.
Mosen enjoyed being called these names by her; he felt it was endearing in their hometown context and thought puppies were so cute. However, Liuying wouldn't make a fuss about it; she was sensible and only used these nicknames when it was just the two of them together. In front of others, she never called him by those names.
As for Mosen, he was not to be outdone and privately referred to Jiang Liuying as his wife. Whenever Mosen called her that, she would laugh. At first, she thought the term sounded old-fashioned, but later she grew fond of it, saying it felt more intimate than being called "wife" by others.
"Of course, where I come from, the ones who cherish their wives call them that," Mosen said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Liuying laughed even more and said his explanation was particularly reasonable. She expressed her acceptance and acknowledged that it indeed felt somewhat like what he described.
However, just like how Jiang Liuying called him by his nickname, Mosen only called her "wife" when they were alone together; in public, they treated each other with respect.
After leaving the school gate, they stopped by a small vegetable market near the campus to buy some groceries. In their rented apartment, Jiang Liuying set aside her noble and gentle demeanor as a woman from Jiangnan and busied herself in the kitchen like a housewife.
Mosen sat on a chair in the living room, rolling up his sleeves several times to help in the kitchen but was shooed away by Jiang Liuying, who said, "With a woman at home, what business do men have in the kitchen? Women may be strong outside, but at home, they are still women. Household chores can be done by women, but men must also understand how to cherish women. The roles cannot be reversed; otherwise, the world would be chaotic." These words resonated well with Mosen, a boy from Northeast China. Thus, he cheerfully obeyed Jiang Liuying's wishes but still brought over a small stool to sit beside her and watch. This scene was warm and touching, often making Mosen feel enveloped in happiness. He hoped this feeling would last forever.
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