Dating should happen after get off work.

Chapter 1 is about my ex-girlfriend, Miss, who has good taste and a large bust.

Jiang Sheng couldn't remember the name of the girl he slept with after getting drunk last time.

I only remember that he seemed to work within the system, and he was very eloquent, especially when discussing international affairs.

Even the most experienced masters can make mistakes, just like this time.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, bringing a sliver of light into the living room and illuminating the black underwear drying on the balcony.

"She's a woman with a fairly large bust size"—he added to his mental image.

Her memory was a jumbled mess after drinking. When Jiang Sheng woke up on the soft white velvet sofa, she was only wearing a pair of underwear. She couldn't remember where she was or who had brought her home.

He tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness rushed to his head. He managed to avoid falling by holding onto the bookshelf next to the sofa.

He looked up, and the contents of the bookshelf came into view.

"Selected Classic Eulogies and Memorial Orations", "The Dignity of Life and End-of-Life Care", and "The Philosophy of Death".

The books were disorganized and almost all of them were about the theme of "death".

So, is this woman the killer?

Fortunately, the last book, "Norwegian Wood," salvaged some of her reputation.

"She's a lady with good taste and a large bust"—he pinched his nose and lied to himself, correcting the portrait.

Jiang Sheng likes the book "Norwegian Wood," but the cover of the copy on the bookshelf is quite worn, indicating that it has been opened more often than the other books.

How lost and lonely must one feel to read this book again and again?

Jiang Sheng took out a book and casually turned to a page.

"June 18,

I met someone on the street who looked like Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng stood frozen in front of the bookshelf.

Turning to the cover—it was indeed "Norwegian Wood".

I turned to that page again—and sure enough, my name appeared.

This is a diary wrapped in a book cover!

...

"June 19,

It really is him. I hope he's been happy these past two years.

...

"June 20,

We met today. I wonder if he finds me a bit annoying, since I'm just his ex-girlfriend.

It could be an ex-ex-girlfriend, or an ex-ex-ex.

...

"Snap—"

Jiang Sheng closed his diary, pinched the bridge of his nose, and his face was clearly filled with helplessness.

Scattered fragments of memory gradually surfaced in the mind as the body's functions revived.

He recalled that he had been drinking with his "after-get off work buddies" today, and that he must have been drunk when one of them took him home.

As for which one it is.

"It's my ex-girlfriend, Ms. Li Youhe, who has good taste and a large bust," Jiang sighed, completing her portrait.

After a moment, he opened the diary again, this time skipping directly to the middle section.

"June 21,

That night, I kept thinking about him and he went again.

Jiang Sheng froze, turned the page, and continued reading the sentence from the end of the previous page.

"Our previous university."

Why must we change lines in such a misleading way?

"I was 22 years old when I met him. He confessed his feelings to me on the track and field, and we also broke up on the track and field."

"But it's okay."

Everyone in this world has something they should do.

He had his job to do, and thanks to him, I also found what I should be doing.

I really enjoy my current job.

"I hope he can be happy from now on."

The latest diary entry is dated June 29th, which is today.

It's still warm.

"June 29,

He seemed to be in a bad mood today; he drank very quickly and got drunk in no time. Everyone moved to another place and offered to take him with them, but I was worried about him, so I brought him back by myself.

At the end of the page, Jiang Sheng turned to a new page, where there was another sentence.

"If only I could understand his troubles, even just a little bit, I would really like to help."

I want him to be happy.

Jiang Sheng stared at this line of text for a long time.

A profound sense of loneliness naturally flows from between the lines.

Jiang Sheng knew that, unlike the hypocritical girls he had met before, Li Youhe genuinely liked him.

The period when he was dating her was arguably the most dangerous time in Jiang Sheng's life.

This charming girl almost made Jiang Sheng leave his profession—so he broke up with her.

But... it's been two years.

This was the first time he had ever heard of the girl's thoughts expressed in her diary.

"Ta-da~ Ta-da~"

The theme song of "Journey to the West" started playing untimely from the corner of the living room, startling Jiang Sheng, who was immersed in his memories.

The monkey finally found his phone, which was charging, on the sofa armrest when he did his sixth somersault.

The time is 00:04 AM, and the note shows "Mom".

Why are you calling me at this hour?

Jiang Sheng put the diary back in its place, hesitated for a moment, and then answered the phone.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Jiang's mother's expression was clearly one of astonishment.

She was wearing a white bathrobe, clearly having just taken a shower, and was leaning against the headboard, her face showing exhaustion.

Jiang Sheng looked down at himself, thought for a moment, and replied, "I was just about to take a shower."

"I have something important to tell you."

After saying this, Jiang's mother's expression turned serious.

"I just received the news myself. Your grandfather wants you to bring your girlfriend home for the National Day holiday, get engaged before the new year, and register your marriage after the new year. It's urgent. Otherwise, I'll go find him myself"—that last sentence is your grandfather's exact words.

"So sudden?"

"It's not sudden at all." Jiang's mother's expression was unusually serious before she revealed the truth, "You know Grandpa Zhang, right? He's your grandfather's old comrade-in-arms."

"I know," Jiang Sheng nodded.

"Your grandfather Zhang's youngest grandson got his marriage certificate this May. You know your grandfather's personality; he's extremely concerned about his image. He practically dragged you back and forced you to go on blind dates."

"..."

Jiang Sheng wanted to curse.

You can even get a share of money when you get married!

In my memory, my grandfather's voice was like thunder, and he was decisive and efficient. Among his descendants, the one he loved most was his voice.

However, Jiang Sheng spends two more weeks of "military training" every winter and summer vacation than other children.

When he smiles, he's an absolutely wonderful grandfather; when he gets angry, he's like General Jiang.

"Xiao Jiang, your mom has a few words to say to you."

"Please speak."

"Your grandfather is determined to see you get married this time, and no one can dissuade him. You'd better take it seriously—but you're also being irresponsible, going out for so long without bringing anyone home. Didn't you have a lot of ex-girlfriends when you were in college? If all else fails, you could try being a go-between and going back to your old flame..."

Jiang's mother's voice stopped abruptly.

Jiang Shengxin, who was frowning and thinking, felt something was off, so he looked up at the screen.

Jiang's mother slightly opened her mouth, revealing a stereotypical look of shock. Her slightly smooth hair clung to her forehead, making it difficult to see such an expression on her face.

That expression lingered on his face for only a very short time before turning into a smile.

The comical laugh of Talking Tom when he pulls out the key and goes inside.

"Looks like I was too talkative."

"Um?"

Jiang Sheng noticed that his mother's eyes on the screen weren't looking at him, but rather she was smiling and looking behind him.

Jiang Sheng zoomed in on his own image, trying to find the reason for her expression through the front-facing camera on his phone.

The bathroom door was opened.

The hallway lights came on, their dim light illuminating the entryway.

At this moment, Li Youhe's body was wrapped in a white bath towel, and her skin appeared fair and translucent even under the dim light.

Her figure is indeed graceful, just like the unspoken rule among beautiful girls all over the world that her flesh only grows in the right places.

The towel used to dry her hair fell to the ground, and her cheeks, already flushed from the steam, became even more exaggerated, with her ears burning.

Only half of his face was visible, while the other half of his body was hidden behind the door.

Her bright, amber-like eyes looked at Jiang Sheng with undisguised surprise.

In the blink of an eye.

"It's my fault, I won't video call you at night anymore." Jiang's mother sighed with a smile, "I'm hanging up now, I won't bother you anymore."

"Mom, this situation is complicated, actually it's..."

Jiang Sheng opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

屮!

The situation was indeed complicated, because he couldn't quite remember what exactly happened!

Jiang Sheng had a terrible headache.

"That explains why you weren't wearing any clothes..."

Jiang's mother muttered something strange to herself before hanging up the phone.

The living room returned to tranquility.