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Cheng Suran was amused by Jiang Yu, and said with a blushing face: "You are still talking sweetly when you are sick."

Jiang Yu looked gentle, "I'm serious."

She missed her at eighteen and missed again at thirty-two, but now fate favored them, bringing them back together, and this time, they wouldn't miss each other again.

"I know..." Cheng Suran blinked, "You are also my blessing."

The ward door was suddenly pushed open slowly.

They both turned their heads at the same time.

Pei Chutong came in carrying big and small bags, followed by Ruan Mu who also had big and small bags. When she saw Jiang Yu, she frowned, put down her things, and quickly walked over, "Coco..."

"How are you? Why didn't you tell me that such a big thing happened?"

Ruan Mu silently put away the large and small bags behind her.

"It's okay, just a minor injury," Jiang Yu said with a smile, pulling the corner of the quilt to make space for her to sit, "I'll be discharged in a few days, and I don't want you all to worry about me."

"Any injuries that require hospitalization are not considered minor injuries."

"Mm, if you say it isn't then it isn't."

"Tss—"

Pei Chutong sneered, sat down, turned her eyes, and Cheng Suran greeted her in time: "Sister Tongtong."

"Ranran, you've worked hard. It's tiring to be by the bed day and night. Do you want to hire a caregiver? I know someone reliable."

"I won't feel at ease." Cheng Suran shook her head slightly and glanced at Jiang Yu worriedly.

Jiang Yu also looked at her, her eyes full of distress.

Pei Chutong coughed lightly, pursed her lips, and smiled. Suddenly she remembered something and signaled Ruan Mu to get her mobile phone: "Coco, let me show you a joke."

"?" The two people looked over with affectionate eyes.

On the phone screen was Bai Lu’s Weibo.

A few Weibo posts with no comments, no likes, and no retweets: [Is there anyone else who doesn’t know Jiang Yu is gay?]

[Jiang Yu specializes in taking care of young sisters! She likes to play perverted games! Her private life is chaotic!]

These posts were sent on the day before Jiang Yu was stabbed.

Cheng Suran took a sharp breath and felt anxious. But soon, she realized something was wrong. These posts seemed to have been set to be visible only to herself, with no interaction from anyone else.

Jiang Yu also noticed: "Has her Weibo been restricted?"

"It's blocked." Pei Chutong curved her lips, "Only designated internal personnel can see it."

“??"

"I have been keeping an eye on her since she betrayed you. With how crazy she is, sooner or later she will shake these things off. As expected... Besides Weibo, it's the same on other social platforms. Whether others believe it or not, rumors are never a good thing."

Cheng Suran curled her lips and sneered: "Why do maggots in the gutter like to go online and wage public opinion wars?"

For example, that Jiang Zhijun.

Isn’t there some other trick?

"Helpless rage, I feel sorry for them," Pei Chutong shrugged. "Hahaha..."

They both burst into laughter, but Jiang Yu showed no emotional response. It was as if her senses were numbed. She felt that even glancing at Bai Lu's name now was a waste of her life, elevating the other person. Hating someone to the extreme wasn't about raging anger or hysteria; it was about indifference."

This beast is unworthy.

"Tongtong, thank you." She looked at Pei Chutong seriously and smiled sincerely, "If it weren't for you in this aspect, maybe I would have drowned in saliva many times."

"Why are you saying thank you to me?" Pei Chutong scolded gently and put away her phone.

She looked at Cheng Suran, then at Jiang Yu, and smiled knowingly: "Anyway, you two must take good care of yourselves. During this time, focus on rest. I'll handle any major external matters, so don't worry.

"Mm."

Jiang Yu held Cheng Suran's hand tightly.

Looking at each other and smiling.

After spending more than half a month in the hospital, Jiang Yu had her stitches removed from the wound on her abdomen and was finally able to go home to recuperate. It was already the beginning of summer and the temperature was getting warmer.

Cheng Suran suspended her personal work arrangements and only went to the company for three or four hours in the afternoon every day. The rest of the time she spent at home with Jiang Yu, experimenting with recipes and preparing nourishing meals for her.

The nanny hadn't cooked for a long time and was "relegated" to cleaning the house.

Throughout the summer, from the time Bai Lu was arrested and serving her sentence, to the sound of cicadas and the fragrance of golden osmanthus, under Cheng Suran's meticulous care, Jiang Yu's wound had healed very well, and she had gained ten pounds. However, the wound left behind a pale pink scar, preventing her from wearing crop tops.

One morning, Jiang Yu stood on the scale, looked at the number that exceeded fifty-seven kilograms, and muttered to herself: "I must lose weight..."

"Losing weight is not allowed."

A pair of hands hugged her from behind.

Cheng Suran pressed her whole body against hers, nuzzled her face against her ear, and drooped her eyelids: "I finally made you fatter. It's so comfortable to cuddle you at night when you're all soft."

Just waking up, her voice was soft, low, and lazy.

"Ranran…"

Jiang Yu tilted her head and touched her face, grabbing the two hands around her waist, "Just two kilograms. My body fat percentage isn't high, and I'll get back to my usual fitness routine."

Cheng Suran said nothing.

She knew what Jiang Yu was thinking. With a height of nearly 1.8 meters and a broad frame, a slight weight gain would make her look bulky. For someone like Jiang Yu, who had been navigating the fashion industry for twenty years, this was unacceptable.

"Ranran?"

"Only two kilograms." Cheng Suran whispered.

"Okay."

"One or two more, you have to lie down once. "

"..."

Jiang Yu tightened her grip on Cheng Suran's waist, her throat inexplicably dry. She had already lied down three times in the past two days, always becoming the subject of teasing, and her face turned red whenever it was brought up.

"Ranran...people can't be too greedy."

"I know, so I said once, not twice. But...if you want to double it, I don't mind the hard work." Cheng Suran walked around in front of her like an entangled water snake.

Jiang Yu lowered her eyes and looked at the person in her arms calmly. Suddenly, she lifted her, spun around, and sat her down on the nearby desk.

Cheng Suran felt her feet slightly leave the ground and exclaimed: "Hey!"

"What did you just say?" Jiang Yu leaned close to her ear and asked.

Her soft lips brushed against Cheng Suran's ear, their breaths mingling, and Cheng Suran couldn't help but tremble, a soft whimper escaping her throat. "I didn't say anything."

"Is that so?"

"Mm-mm."

Jiang Yu leaned back slightly, scanning her whole body with a scrutinizing gaze and a malicious smile.

Cheng Suran was so frightened by the sight that she secretly thought that she was going to be miserable tonight. She was thinking about how to beg for mercy, but Jiang Yu let her go and turned towards the bathroom.

“?"

"Jiang Coco?"

The sound of water and the buzzing of an electric toothbrush came from the bathroom sink.

Cheng Suran followed.

Jiang Yu washed her face and brushed her teeth carefully, then took out a brand new set of skin care products, and solemnly and elegantly began the "process" of bottles and jars as if performing a sacred ritual.

"It's so troublesome to apply so much." Cheng Suran teased and poked her face with her index finger.

Jiang Yu remained completely undisturbed, speaking seriously into the mirror, "When you reach middle age, it's important to take good care of your skin. After all, I'm already a round older than someone here. Just in case I start looking old and get disliked..." 

She struggled to hold back her laughter.

Cheng Suran paused, the smile fading from her eyes, and her expression turned serious. She suddenly moved closer to Jiang Yu, blocking the mirror. "Sister..."

"Mm?"

"I've never thought you were old, not in the past, not now, and not in the future. Please don't think like that, okay?"

Jiang Yu wanted to tease her more, pointing at her own eyes. "Look, I even have wrinkles."

"I can't see, I can't see," Cheng Suran shook her head like a rattle.

She held Jiang Yu's face and kissed it, "When you are over ninety years old, and I am over eighty years old, we will both be gray-haired old women. No one is older than the other, so we shouldn't dislike each other, right?"

She wants to accompany her until the age of turtles.

Walk for a lifetime.

"Hahaha, just kidding," Jiang Yu didn't want to tease her further. "Did Grandma Cheng take a walk today?"

Cheng Suran: "..."

A phone ringtone came from the bedroom.

"I'll answer the phone." Jiang Yu let go of her hand, turned around, and walked away.

The assistant said that the company's front desk received a strange phone call, claiming to be Jiang Yu's younger brother. He scolded Jiang Yu on the phone and asked her to pay for the funeral expenses. The front desk just brushed it off as a lunatic and reported the matter to the top.

At least the foolish person had stopped distributing flyers.

Jiang Yu listened blankly and said lightly: "Ignore him."

After that, she hung up the phone.

She returned to the bathroom where Cheng Suran was brushing her teeth. She glanced at her from the corner of her eye and made a slight hum, ignoring her.

She was upset.

"Ranran?" Jiang Yu hugged her.

Cheng Suran struggled for a moment, and stretched out her hand to push the person away: "Mm, wu wu (don't touch me)..."

Pfft.

"Looks like I don't have to give in tonight." Jiang Yu raised her brows and walked away knowingly.

Cheng Suran quickly pulled her back.

Jiang Yu chuckled twice, walked around to the back, held Cheng Suran in her arms, and quietly looked at her brushing her teeth in the mirror.

This was the smell of home she had imagined countless times.

Every day, waking up with her beloved by her side, they would exchange good mornings, and play around in bed for a while before getting up. Even during their morning routines, they wanted to hold each other. Then they would have breakfast together, go out together or relax on days off, and do so many things that could be done together...

Cheng Suran stopped struggling and leaned against her softly, squinting her eyes in comfort.

....

Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=4738582

This translation is originally posted on  love4baihe.blogspot.complease read it there. and check out other stories too  

This morning, they didn't plan to go out, and Jiang Yu was preparing to clean and tidy up the storage room in their home. In the northwest corner of the house, she had a dedicated area as a small storage room, filled with various odds and ends that she didn't need. Most of it consisted of gifts from others – things she liked were kept, and the rest were given away.

The storage room is cleaned three times a year and items are cleared twice a year, and she does it herself every time.

Now it’s clearance time again.

Cheng Suran was worried that she would be tired and too busy to handle it alone, so she took the initiative to help.

The two of them wore aprons and hoods, holding a broom in their left hand and a rag in their right hand. One swept the floor and the other wiped dust. The robot was responsible for cleaning the open area.

"Ranran, do you like anything? Feel free to pick."

"?"

"Now they're yours too," Jiang Yu said with a smile, then turned around to bend over and pick up a basin filled to the brim.

Cheng Suran rushed over: "I'll do it! Be careful with your waist."

She quickly picked up the basin and walked steadily outside.

"..." Jiang Yu turned her back and pressed her waist.

Was her waist bad?

She vaguely felt that the words had another meaning, yet it also seemed like she was overthinking it. She shook her head absentmindedly, squatted down, and began unpacking the large cardboard boxes, taking out items one by one.

Some things had been left for a long time and were covered with a thick layer of dust. Even Jiang Yu herself couldn't remember what they were. For example, the beautifully packaged rectangular box in front of her.

The moment she opened it, her expression froze.

It was a pair of glossy red-soled black leather high-heeled shoes—Qi Yan's twenty-sixth birthday gift to her.

She still have it?

Jiang Yu looked at the shoes in a trance.

Footsteps approached from a distance, getting closer. Cheng Suran returned with a basin filled with clear water and placed it next to her. Jiang Yu suddenly snapped out of her trance, hurriedly stuffing the shoes back into the box, and stood up, ready to toss them into the pile of clearance items.

But it's too late.

"These shoes are beautiful!" Cheng Suran grabbed her, "Have you ever worn them? They're so new to be thrown away."

As she spoke, she took off the paper box that was only half covered, reached out to take out the shoes, glanced around, and found that there was a card at the bottom. She picked it up and looked at it.

[Happy birthday baby.]

—Yan

"..."

Yan?

Qi Yan?

Cheng Suran's eyes froze, staring at the word "baby".

She called her "baby"...

Jiang Yu followed her gaze.

"That—"

Cheng Suran raised her head blankly, and even though she was sure in her heart, she still asked, "Is this Qi Yan?"

Jiang Yu's face looked a little ugly.

She didn't remember the existence of such a card at all, nor did she remember how she kept those shoes until now. She tried her best to recall them. Probably every time she went on clearance, she thought they were so beautiful that she couldn't bear to throw them away, and she felt uncomfortable wearing them. So it has been kept in the warehouse.

Black patent leather, noble and mysterious, red soles, sexy and flamboyant.

"Mm."

Jiang Yu nodded stiffly, took the shoes and the card from her hand, and put them back into the carton, "I used to think it looked pretty, so I kept it in the warehouse. It's been a long time, and I can't remember clearly... Anyway, I haven’t worn it yet, so throw it away.”

"Oh, okay." Cheng Suran nodded gently, lowered her eyes, and didn't say anything more. She turned and crouched down to wash the rag.