Jiang Muping rarely dined in the faculty restaurant, and sitting across from him was Assistant Professor Zhou, Jiang Muping’s gaze inadvertently swept over her hand, and in the afternoon, when Zhou entered the professor’s office to submit documents, Jiang Muping called her to a stop.
“Professor Zhou.”
“Ah,” Professor Zhou responded, “Is there something you need, Professor Jiang?”
Professor Zhou was quite young, having recently gotten married, and Jiang Muping had even received wedding candies from her. Jiang Muping capped the pen with its cap, raised his gaze, and his eyes landed on the plain silver ring on Professor Zhou’s ring finger.
Jiang Muping withdrew his gaze and looked at Professor Zhou. “There’s something I’d like to ask you about. Your ring is very beautiful. Where did you get it custom made?”
Professor Zhou was taken aback and glanced down at her ring finger. “Professor Jiang, you…”
“I’m getting married and I want to have a pair of rings made. I think your wedding ring looks great, with a unique design,” Jiang Muping explained.
Professor Zhou’s eyes widened slightly. “You’re getting married?”
Jiang Muping nodded.
Professor Zhou’s expression shifted from shock to joy, and she smiled with her eyes squinting. She raised her hand, adorned with the ring, and said, “This ring was designed by an Italian designer, commissioned by my partner. I also think it looks exceptionally beautiful.”
“The designer is in Italy?”
“Yes, my partner’s friend is studying in Italy, and they helped us have the ring designed and sent back to the country.”
“How long does it usually take?”
“I remember waiting for over two months.”
Jiang Muping tapped the pen cap against his notebook, deep in thought. “That’s a bit too long.”
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Cheng Yan and Jiang Muping eventually agreed to live in the new house under Jiang Muping’s name. The house was conveniently located near both North City University and Cheng Yan’s studio. Besides, getting married meant that living in a new house would be more ceremonial.
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This house was much larger than Cheng Yan’s own place, and the interior decoration style was simple. At first glance, it appeared like a model home from an assembly line, but upon closer inspection, one could see that it had been carefully designed. Cheng Yan hadn’t been to Jiang Muping’s current residence, but he guessed that the decoration style there should be similar to this one.
The cold and minimalist style is Jiang Muping’s signature style.
Cheng Yan entered each room and took a look around. There was a master bedroom, a guest bedroom, and another room that seemed to be a study. Cheng Yan walked up to the door of the study and gently turned the doorknob.
A faint light seeped through the crack of the door. When Cheng Yan fully opened the door, he was taken aback for a moment. Indeed, it was a study, and the room’s light was left on. There was a person lying face down on the desk.
Cheng Yan held onto the doorknob and stood still for a moment before quietly walking inside.
Jiang Muping was lying on the desk, with his face turned to the side, resting his head on his forearm. His right hand fingers were gently curved and relaxed on the tabletop. His glasses were placed beside him, and beneath the glasses, there was a thick book.
Jiang Muping’s breathing was steady, and his back rose and fell slowly with each breath. He was wearing a shirt, and the fabric on his back was taut, outlining somewhat sturdy back muscles.
Cheng Yan bent down to glance at the content on the book, all of which was in English. The multitude of words made his head ache. As his eyes shifted, his gaze fell on Jiang Muping’s sleeping face. It was at this moment that he suddenly realized it was the perfect opportunity to measure Jiang Muping’s finger size.
Cheng Yan couldn’t find a measuring tool at the moment, so he plucked a strand of hair from his own head and carefully passed it under Jiang Muping’s ring finger. He lightly hooked his finger with the hair. Jiang Muping’s fingers were long and clean, as fair as his face.
In comparison, Cheng Yan’s hands didn’t look as delicate. Holding a tattoo machine for long periods had caused calluses to form on his fingers. If one looked closely, the fingers on his right hand were slightly larger than those on his left.
A gust of air brushed against Cheng Yan’s ear. Startled, his fingers trembled slightly, and he quickly turned his head, locking eyes with Jiang Muping.
Jiang Muping’s eyes were unfocused, squinting slightly as he maintained unblinking eye contact with Cheng Yan. A faint furrow appeared on his brow.
“…Cheng Yan?” Jiang Muping’s voice was slightly hoarse, and his brow suddenly relaxed.
Jiang Muping sat up, retracting his hand, with Cheng Yan’s plucked hair still wrapped around his finger. He put on his glasses, and his gaze gradually became clear.
Cheng Yan quickly stood up, awkwardly avoiding eye contact and glancing at the books on the bookshelf.
Jiang Muping lowered his gaze and noticed the hair wrapped around his ring finger, then looked up at Cheng Yan.
Clearing his throat, Cheng Yan walked over and pinched the hair off Jiang Muping’s finger. He held the hair in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then confessed, “I want to order a pair of rings, and just now… I was measuring your finger size, not doing anything strange.”
Jiang Muping suddenly extended his hand, saying, “Aren’t you going to continue measuring?”
Cheng Yan was taken aback, the hair he had plucked earlier was now a tangled mess, and he certainly couldn’t pull another strand from his own head in front of Jiang Muping.
“Do you have any cotton thread here?” Cheng Yan took Jiang Muping’s words seriously. “Or even a piece of paper would work.”
Jiang Muping chuckled lightly and withdrew his hand, saying, “I was just teasing you.”
“But I wasn’t joking,” Cheng Yan retorted. “Of course, we should prepare rings for the wedding.”
“Why do we have to prepare them secretly then?” Jiang Muping asked.
This statement left Cheng Yan speechless, and Jiang Muping continued to press on, step by step: “Cheng Yan, acting this way makes me think you’re planning a proposal.”
Cheng Yan pressed his lips together, discreetly took a deep breath, and swallowed nervously. He replied, “Is it not allowed?”
“Cheng Yan,” Jiang Muping looked at him, seeming not to understand why he was so tense, and spoke gently, “I was just kidding.”
“You’ve been joking a lot today.”
“Are you angry?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry,” Jiang Muping walked over.
“I’m not angry with you.”
Jiang Muping nodded, “Let’s go together to pick the rings. How about the day after tomorrow? I’ve already found a designer.”
Cheng Yan nodded and asked, “Don’t you want me to propose to you?”
This question seemed a bit redundant and peculiar, but Cheng Yan also found it romantic to ask. He had never been romantic with anyone before and wanted to try it out with Jiang Muping.
“I don’t think I need that,” Jiang Muping gently declined his romantic gesture, half-jokingly saying, “But if I regret it later, can I still make a request?”
Cheng Yan chuckled and replied, “No, it’s non-negotiable after the deadline.”
After a while, Cheng Yan remembered to ask Jiang Muping, “How did you end up here?”
“I came here to look up some information. The study in the old house couldn’t accommodate all the books, so many new ones are kept here,” Jiang Muping explained.
Cheng Yan looked around and noticed that this study had built-in bookshelves on all four walls, filled to the brim with books.
The phone rang, and it was Jiang Muping’s mother calling.
Jiang Muping turned on the speakerphone, and his mother’s voice echoed in the quiet study, “Muping, I consulted with Mr. Xian. The Tuesday after next is an auspicious day. Discuss it with Xiao Yan and go get the marriage registration, alright?”
Jiang Muping said, “Xiao Yan is right beside me. You can talk to him.”
Jiang’s mother paused for a moment and then laughed, “You’re really troublesome…Xiao Yan, what do you think? Are you available that day?”
“Yes, I am available.”
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