Nian Ueno

For the next week, Mr. Ji disappeared again, and Jiang Weixi got used to it.

She was quite happy and relaxed living alone in her 200-square-meter home.

In the cold winter, she didn't want to go out, so she arranged a schedule for herself.

I study from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m., cook lunch and take a nap, exercise from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m., and have free time in the evening, such as editing videos, watching variety shows, learning new skills, and occasionally making video calls to my grandma.

A person can live a fulfilling life. She likes to fill her life with activities. When people are idle, they are prone to feeling sentimental. But when they are busy, they don't, and they have fewer worries.

In the evening, Jiang Weixi nestled on the sofa and video-chatted with Grandma Ji.

Grandma Ji: "The weather's nice today, aren't you going out for a stroll?"

Jiang Weixi: "Grandma, I don't want to go out. I'm too lazy to move."

Grandma Ji: "Oh right, look at my memory, I should get you a car, that way it would be more convenient for you to go anywhere."

Jiang Weixi quickly declined, "No need, Grandma, I can't drive. If you want to go out, it's actually quite convenient here. It's just that I prefer to stay at home."

But Grandma Ji insisted on getting her a car.

"If you can't drive, just learn! If it weren't for the rule that older people can't learn to drive, Grandma would like to learn too. Okay, it's settled then. Grandma will come to see you tomorrow and help you choose a car."

The old man's kindness could not be refused.

"Thank you, Grandma."

The doorbell rang early in the morning.

Jiang Weixi rubbed her sleepy eyes and went to open the door: "Grandma, you're here so early?"

She helped Grandma Ji in.

Grandma Ji looked around: "Where's Xiao Xun? Is he still asleep?"

Jiang Weixi had just woken up, her mind was still a bit sluggish, and she blurted out, "Mr. Ji doesn't live here..."

Grandma Ji put on a stern face.

Jiang Weixi realized something was wrong as soon as she finished speaking. She seemed to have let something slip. Could this be considered betraying Mr. Ji?

Grandma Ji was indeed unhappy and began to interrogate her in detail.

"So, Xiao Xun hasn't been staying here with you lately?"

Jiang Weixi gave an awkward laugh, trying to make amends: "Mr. Ji is quite busy with work, he might have been working late..."

"Alright, you don't need to speak up for him anymore. Has he never come even once?"

"I've been here once."

"That was on the first day?"

"One more time."

Jiang Weixi answered obediently.

Grandma Ji snorted coldly: "This child has learned to be outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant."

Grandma Ji immediately called him, asking why he wasn't coming to stay: "Where did you go gallivanting around last night?"

Ji Dongxun was bewildered: "Grandma, what are you talking about?"

"I asked you to come and stay with Xixi, and you readily agreed, but what you actually did was completely irrelevant?"

Grandma Ji was lecturing Ji Dongxun over the phone, and Jiang Weixi broke out in a cold sweat listening to it.

Oh no, Mr. Ji might think she complained to her grandmother?

It has to be said that at this moment, Jiang Weixi and he were in perfect sync.

Ji Dongxun thought so too; she must have said something to his grandmother, which made his impression of her drop even further.

Do you really enjoy spreading rumors?

A cold glint flashed in his eyes; it seemed he still needed to give her a warning.

Grandma Ji scolded Ji Dongxun until he repeatedly promised to come back that night before she let him go.

After hanging up the phone, Grandma Ji looked at Jiang Weixi and patted her hand: "Xixi, if you feel uncomfortable or wronged, just tell Grandma, and Grandma will take care of it for you."

Jiang Weixi had mixed feelings; she was touched by her grandmother's kindness to her, but also worried that Mr. Ji might misunderstand.

In the morning, Grandma Ji took her to a 4S store to look at cars and insisted that she pick one.

Grandma Ji was a very energetic person when she was young, and she's still the same now that she's old. Every word she says is true to her word. Last night she said she would buy her a car, and today she brought her to pick one out.

Jiang Weixi strolled around the store and finally picked out a purple Porsche for 128 million yuan.

This car is considered inexpensive at this dealership, but she still felt it was too expensive.

Grandma Ji waved her hand and bought it for her.

Jiang Weixi said, "Grandma, I don't have a driver's license yet, and I can't drive even if I buy one now."

"It's okay, just buy it and put it in the garage. You can get your driver's license and drive it whenever you learn how."

Jiang Weixi hugged Grandma Ji: "Grandma, you are so good to me. Meeting you is my blessing."

"You have such a sweet tongue..."

Jiang Weixi smiled sheepishly; the words she said to comfort people were all from the bottom of her heart.

Grandma Ji was indeed very kind to her.

Sometimes she felt that the best thing about this marriage was becoming Grandma Ji's granddaughter-in-law.

Jiang Weixi happily picked up her car and went home. She immediately found a reliable driving school online and enrolled to study for the first subject.

Subject 1 is a theory exam; you can pass by practicing a lot of questions.

Jiang Weixi set a goal of doing fifty practice questions every day so she could get her driver's license as soon as possible and drive her new car.

In just a few months, she got married, owned her own house and luxury car, and looking back now, it still feels like a dream.

Jiang Weixi sometimes fears that this is all a dream, and that when she wakes up, she will have nothing left.

She attributed this pre-emotional state to the fact that everything was given to her by others, rather than earned through her own hard work and effort.

When luck outweighs ability, success may bring illusion and confusion.

Under pressure from his grandmother, Ji Dongxun moved in with Jiang Weixi.

Grandma Ji even sent someone to check on him every night to see if he had returned.

Ji Dongxun had no choice but to actually stay there.

Jiang Weixi's concerns were correct; Ji Dongxun did indeed come to talk to her.

He sat in his study on the first floor, his expression serious, and pushed the agreement over: "I think you might have forgotten to sign this. Take it and read it carefully."

Jiang Weixi lowered her head, looking like she had done something wrong.

Ji Dongxun was reminding her to behave herself.

"Mr. Ji, I didn't tell Grandma."

"Who filed the complaint?"

Jiang Weixi felt a little wronged and whispered in defense, "I really didn't say anything..."

Ji Dongxun didn't want to listen to her excuses and warned her to recognize her own status and not to expect too much, such as love.

Jiang Weixi remained silent.

After that, Ji Dongxun really moved in.

The distance between them shortened, but Jiang Weixi felt that the distance between their hearts had become farther.

She tried to stand on tiptoe to touch the sun, but the sun was so high and distant that it seemed all her efforts were in vain.

The two lived in the same house but rarely saw each other. They were more like roommates, one on the first floor and the other on the second, each doing their own thing and not interfering with each other.

Ji Dongxun added a special clause: she was not allowed to enter his bedroom or study without permission.

Life went on like this, neither exciting nor dull.

In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival has arrived.

This year, Jiang Weixi has her own little home, and she has decided not to go anywhere but to spend the holiday alone at home.

New Year's Eve.

Ji Dongxun went to attend the Ji family banquet.

They were secretly married, so it was naturally inconvenient for them to bring Jiang Weixi along.

Jiang Weixi stocked up on ingredients and cooked several dishes for herself, enjoying the evening alone.

It's 11 p.m.

Ji Dongxun left the banquet early and returned home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a slender figure on the sofa.

Jiang Weixi hugged her knees, nestled on the sofa by the French windows, waiting to watch the fireworks at dawn. Her profile was forlorn, and her small, delicate figure was endearing.

His heart suddenly clenched.