My girlfriend isn't as cute as me.

Chapter Twelve: Let's Get Married!

"It smells so good..."

Wang Yuting smelled a fragrance while she was fast asleep, and with all her might, she turned over in bed.

I don't want to go to work, I don't want to get up, I just want to keep sleeping forever.

No one can pull me out of bed, no one can!

"Dong dong."

A knock came at the door.

Lin Jiu's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"I made dinner, do you want some?"

"I'll eat it!"

Wang Yuting jumped out of bed almost instantly; the shift from rejection to genuine attraction is a basic human instinct.

She opened the door following the scent, blinked, and for a moment wondered if she was still dreaming.

Is this my home?

Wang Yuting fell into deep thought.

In her memory, her home was always a mess. Although it wasn't exactly a garbage dump, it was almost like a doghouse. Now, the furniture is neatly arranged, which looks refreshing. The faint strange smell in the air has also disappeared. It's so clean that it doesn't feel like her own home.

Wang Yuting tried running her finger across the cabinet, and felt a slightly damp sensation on her fingertip, as if it had just been wiped clean.

She's been living here for almost a year, and has done housework very few times, except for one thorough cleaning when she first moved in. As a woman who comes home from get off work and sleeps directly in the entryway, reluctantly takes a shower when her phone alarm rings in the morning, and just grabs a quick bun from the convenience store downstairs to take to work, don't expect her to be particularly refined.

Wang Yuting sometimes piles up her clothes and only takes them all to wash on her days off. Anyway, she can wear her suit jacket and uniform jacket for a month before washing them, as long as the uniform underneath doesn't smell.

Looking back now, a row of clothes is fluttering on the clothes rack on the balcony.

The night was hazy; it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

"It feels like my dad is home."

Wang Yuting muttered to herself that she and her mother were both the type who had difficulty taking care of themselves.

Therefore, all the housework was left to Dad. He wasn't without complaints, as his precious time was being taken up. Mom came up with a win-win solution: whenever Dad did the housework, she would give him a big hug and hold him tightly in her arms. Dad always reluctantly gave in; no one can resist a 36D, no one.

"Some of the food in the fridge had expired and gone bad. It's summer now, so even with a fridge, we can't be careless. I've already thrown away the inedible stuff to avoid getting sick. For the rest of the edible food, I made some simple dishes. I hope you like them."

Lin Jiu, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen. He glanced at Wang Yuting and paused.

"Put your clothes on properly," Lin Jiu muttered, silently turning her gaze away.

Wang Yuting looked down and saw that her terrible sleeping posture had rolled up her thin top, vaguely revealing the curves of her southern hemisphere. She quickly went back to her room, put on a wool cardigan, and pressed down her sleepy, stick-up hair.

After finally getting everything tidy, Wang Yuting pushed open the door and casually walked to the dining table.

What is this?

"Potato chip fried rice, and white radish and wakame soup."

Lin Jiu untied her apron, her face showing exhaustion, but she still managed a satisfied smile.

When Lin Jiu learned about the Flower Kiss Therapy, he felt a profound sense of growth, as if he had unlocked a new world. At the same time, he regretted his lack of knowledge; he wished he had known sooner.

Feeling remorseful, Lin Jiu slept on the sofa for two hours. When he woke up, he took his temperature again with a thermometer. The medicine had worked, and his fever had subsided. He wasn't actually that fragile; it was just that he hadn't been eating properly for a long time, and overwork had weakened his immune system, making him vulnerable to the virus.

Lin Jiu couldn't stand how messy Wang Yuting's house was, so she tidied it up and even prepared dinner.

"I learned this potato chip fried rice recipe from an animated movie. You don't mind if I open your potato chip box, do you?"

Lin Jiu asked somewhat guiltily, explaining that he had accidentally started a fire while cleaning the kitchen, and had finished everything in one go. He hadn't felt such a strong sense of defiance in a long time, and for a moment he felt a little childish for talking to stains while doing a thorough cleaning... Luckily, Wang Yuting hadn't found out, or she might have thought he was an idiot.

"It's okay! You can use anything in this house as you please! Take whatever you want, take whatever you want."

Wang Yuting took the chopsticks and looked at the fried rice and hot soup on the table, her eyes shining.

This is food cooked by someone she likes. How does it taste?

As someone who lives a grueling life, eating bread and bento boxes every day, and only getting discounted fruits and vegetables from the supermarket, Wang Yuting finds the joy of cooking home-style meals completely different from ordering takeout!

The aroma of seaweed from the potato chip fried rice heightened Wang Yuting's anticipation. It was her favorite potato chip flavor, but she never expected to be able to use it for fried rice.

"good to eat!"

Wang Yuting resisted the urge to eat it all in large gulps and took a sip of soup instead.

The flavor was mild, but richer than I expected. It wasn't just the freshness of the wakame seaweed; the spiciness and sweetness of the daikon radish complemented each other perfectly. It left a warm feeling in my stomach, instantly washing away the dampness from last night's rain.

"It tastes like home."

Wang Yuting carefully chewed the radish that had been cut into bite-sized pieces, enjoying the flavor of the ingredients spreading in her mouth and the taste brought by the precise proportion of seasonings.

She already liked eating vegetables, and now she seems to like them even more.

For a male high school student, being able to cook with limited ingredients is already quite impressive.

Anyone can follow a cooking video tutorial step by step to make a dish. The real challenge lies in using your own vision and cooking experience to turn unexpected ingredients into delicious dishes.

"I'm glad you like it."

Watching Wang Yuting enjoy her meal, Lin Jiu felt a strong sense of accomplishment.

In that now-defunct home in the urban village, Lin Jiu had cooked for that man before, but each time she was met with a dismissive expression that he took for granted. Over time, he gradually forgot his original intention in learning to cook, and slowly came to see three meals a day as nothing more than a trivial matter of replenishing energy.

Looking at Wang Yuting's ecstatic smile as she ate, Lin Jiu felt a warm current flow through his heart, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"I've made up my mind!"

Wang Yuting put down the bowl she had licked clean, wiped her mouth with a flourish, and looked on with bright eyes.

Lin Jiu was startled by her sudden excitement and tilted her head slightly, indicating her confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"I have something very important to tell you!"

"Please speak."

Lin Jiu sensed the other person's seriousness and subconsciously placed her hands on her knees, listening attentively.

Wang Yuting leaned forward and grasped Lin Jiu's hand, her eyes sparkling.

"Let's get married!"

Chapter Thirteen: I Can Wait for You for Four Years

"Let's get married!"

That's what Wang Yuting said.

Lin Jiu initially thought she had misheard, but the warmth from her hands indicated that it was not an illusion.

Wang Yuting is serious.

Lin Jiu subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to say "Dame," but his hand was held tightly by the older sister, so he quickly shook his head.

"Calm down! Chinese law stipulates that the minimum marriage age for men is 22 and for women is 20!"

"It's okay, I can wait for you for four years!"

"Ah, this—"

Lin Jiu had to admit that he was starting to panic.

Even when she learned that her crystal had been stolen, her house had been sold by that man, and she was about to be destitute and homeless, even when she encountered a crazed murderer on the street and collapsed exhausted in the rain, Lin Jiu had never been this panicked.

Straightforwardness counters arrogance.

Wang Yuting is Lin Jiu's nemesis.

If Lin Jiu was initially puzzled when he learned that the other party liked him, because he didn't know what he had that could make her fall for him, then now he was completely stunned by Wang Yuting and at a loss for words.

Lin Jiu can easily tell whether someone is lying from their facial expressions and body language. His keen observation skills and unparalleled memory make it a piece of cake for him to identify such things.

He discovered...

Wang Yuting is serious.

Whether it's talking about marriage or preparing to wait for him for four years, she's serious.

"We've only known each other for a short time!"

"But I've had a crush on you for a year now."

"Then why didn't you tell me before?"

“Because you were underage at the time, as a working woman with social responsibilities, I would not harass a minor. Everyone knows that you should never lay a hand on a minor.”

"What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless."

Lin Jiu felt the other person's sincerity once again; she hadn't expected her to be so thoughtful. Despite being hopelessly in love, she still managed to control herself and abide by the law and her civic duty.

"Well……"

Wang Yuting stared at Lin Jiu, then suddenly remembered something and said to Lin Jiu, "Wait for me!"

After saying that, she loosened her grip on her hand and ran back to her room.

Lin Jiu watched her retreating figure as she quickly walked towards the room, then silently looked at her own hands, still faintly feeling the other's warmth on them.

"What is this...?"

Lin Jiu covered her face with her hands, making sounds that were hard to tell whether she was happy or worried.

After Lin Jiu finished eating and washed the dishes, Wang Yuting was still in the room fiddling with something.

I feel like I've been stood up.

It was supposed to be a five-minute walk, but half an hour passed and I still hadn't seen a trace of them.

Lin Jiu turned around and slumped onto the sofa to relax and get some rest, relieving the fatigue from a busy afternoon.

He checked his arms and was surprised at how effective the liniment Wang Yuting had given him. His arms, which he had thought were almost ruined, no longer hurt, and there was no swelling to the touch.

Lin Jiu touched her own hand, then touched the fabric of her dress, and a nostalgic expression unconsciously appeared on her face.