novelraw Chapter 110: Love Confession Letter
Chapter 110: Love Confession Letter
Jiang Cheng was contemplating a question with self-doubt.
In her past and present lives, it seems there’s only been this one person who confessed to her, and even that confession was ambiguous.
Principal Wang was at a loss for words on the side.
To be thinking about no one confessing to her at such a moment, Jiang Cheng, who was slightly self-doubting, wasn’t that easy to woo!
However, Principal Wang still glanced worriedly at Jiang Cheng.
"Jiang Cheng, did you notice that guy is in a wheelchair?"
Jiang Cheng came back to her senses and nodded.
Seeing this, Principal Wang continued, "That’s good, I was afraid you didn’t notice."
After all, the guy had quite a handsome face.
Jiang Cheng could see the unfinished meaning in Principal Wang’s words. She picked up the handbag on the ground and said, "Nothing’s set in stone yet, let’s go back."
Principal Wang temporarily set aside all his overthinking and returned to the hotel with Jiang Cheng.
The two went up to the second floor together, and Jiang Cheng returned to the room she shared with Jian Yueer.
Seeing her return, Jian Yueer immediately got up and said, "Perfect timing! I need to use the bathroom!"
Jiang Cheng stepped aside from the door, and Jian Yueer rushed out in a hurry.
Jiang Cheng leaned out and called, "Did you bring paper?"
The response was Jian Yueer waving pink toilet paper in the air.
Jiang Cheng turned and went inside, opening the handbag Shen Que had given her on her bed.
Four packages wrapped in kraft paper, one of which had Jiang Cheng’s name written on it.
Setting the other three aside, Jiang Cheng opened the package with her name on it.
It was rectangular, felt a bit hard, had edges and corners, and was quite heavy.
Upon opening the kraft paper, she saw heart-shaped folded stationery.
Jiang Cheng laughed just looking at the stationery.
For some reason, thinking of Shen Que’s tall frame holding a heart-shaped piece of stationery made her want to laugh.
Beneath the stationery was a tin box.
A tin box meant for holding premium cookies.
Was this a box of cookies for her?
Jiang Cheng first opened the metal lid of the cookie box, took a peek, then closed it with a "snap."
Blinking, Jiang Cheng opened the box again.
She didn’t see it wrong!
They were gold bars.
Gold bars about the thickness and length of two fingers, neatly arranged without any gap in the cookie box.
Jiang Cheng counted them; there were thirty-five in total, arranged in rows.
"Am I outdated? Is confessing this extravagant?"
Jiang Cheng even thought if she agreed, would she need to return a gift?
Amused by her own thoughts, Jiang Cheng looked back to ensure no one was around, got up, and closed the door.
After securely closing the door, she pried out a gold bar and took a bite.
After biting it, Jiang Cheng pondered earnestly, "What does real gold taste like... I don’t even know!"
Holding the gold bar, Jiang Cheng noticed something underneath.
Receipts.
Realizing there was a layer of receipts underneath, Jiang Cheng didn’t look any further.
She put the gold bar back in its place, stored the box away so she could sleep soundly at night.
And although it was tempting, it had to be returned.
Goodness, don’t lose it!
After placing the gold bars back, Jiang Cheng opened the letter Shen Que had written.
"Dear Jiang Cheng Comrade."
"I, name Shen Que, male—"
Reading this part, Jiang Cheng was taken aback by the earnest tone and words in the letter.
Male?
Well, thank you for telling me.
Jiang Cheng continued reading.
"Male, 26 years old, retired... already arranged for work transfer... current salary unknown... savings of thirteen hundred and seventy-six yuan... some other financial assets..."
"Injured leg but will stand again, might have a slight limp, just being honest."
"Initially intrigued by our correspondence, admired your courage and wit after meeting you, appreciate your independence and confidence."
"At our first conversation, your ’Hello, I’m Jiang Cheng’ felt both familiar and reassuring."
"Upon our next meeting, I didn’t understand my anxiety and nervousness, but after reflection and learning, I suddenly realized you had entered my heart."
"Writing to confess now, only hoping Comrade Jiang Cheng can give me a chance to learn and grow closer to you."
"Sincerely, Shen Que."
Jiang Cheng finished reading.
After reading, she had only one thought: Quite an educated one!
It’s not that she was belittling Shen Que, but Grandma Shen had mentioned before that Shen Que chose to join the army due to financial difficulties after his father’s passing.
He hadn’t studied much, yet the words, penmanship, and writing in this letter weren’t something an uneducated person could produce.
It’s clear that during his time in the army, Shen Que invested a lot in self-improvement.
He’s a man who has aspirations for his future and puts in effort.
Just realizing his feelings and confessing with such speed, it somewhat resembles Jiang Cheng’s way of doing things.
Jiang Cheng appreciated Shen Que’s actions.
If she fancied someone, she’d also act swiftly, whether she’d succeed or not was a matter of personal ability, but she had to try.
Therefore, Jiang Cheng, who didn’t dislike Shen Que’s confession, thought about seeing what Shen Que’s next move would be.
After all, as someone who has never experienced love in her past and present lives, she had to try dating at least once!
Jiang Cheng put the letter back in the bag, while the rest remained in the handbag.
It was only after Jian Yueer returned that Jiang Cheng went out to wash up, planning to rest early.
Meanwhile, Shen Que, who had hurriedly confessed, was reviewing his actions just now.
As his mind returned to clarity, Shen Que asked with a pained expression, "Did I not make anything clear?"
"Was it rude to just leave my things there and run?"
"I also said I can stand up, would she think I’m lying?"
...
Director Lian, forced to listen to Shen Que’s review, calmly took out an acupuncture needle.
"Shen Que, if you don’t shut up, I’ll help you shut up!"
Shen Que’s voice abruptly ceased, and he wilted like an eggplant hit by frost.
"Have I blown my chances?"
"I should’ve just put all the gold bars in there."
Director Lian, holding the acupuncture needle, leaned in and asked, "What did you say about putting everything in?"
"Gold bars."
"Gold bars! You gave a female comrade gold bars as your first gift!!!"
Shen Que looked up.
"Didn’t you all say I should give a more valuable gift to show my respect for the female comrade?"
Director Lian had a thousand things to say, but not one word was appropriate.
After several deep breaths, Director Lian, with hands on his hips, circled around before calming down enough to ask Shen Que, "How many did you give?"
"Thirty-five, the box was too small to fit more."
Director Lian felt a rush of blood to his head, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
"Wow—you’re something else! I—I just—I—"
Director Lian was rendered babbling by Shen Que, finally finding his tongue to ask, "Shen Que, where have your wits gone? Did you eat them?"
Shen Que furrowed his brows and self-reflected.
"My wits are still there, I can still easily outsmart you, but when facing Jiang Cheng, my emotions outweigh my reason."
"So, I’ve concluded, it’s your personal charm that’s lacking, not my fault."
Director Lian gritted his teeth, forcing out one word: "Get out!"