MTLNOVEL Chapter 129 - 129: 129: The whole world wants to pamper Fangbao
Chapter 129: 129: The whole world wants to pamper Fangbao
The carousel area was crowded, and they waited in line for over ten minutes. During which time, Zhou Xufang managed to devour an entire bucket of fried chicken nuggets by herself.
Jiang Zhi felt that he needed to control his girlfriend’s snacks, especially the junk food.
Zhou Xufang and Jiang Zhi rode the carousel together. Initially, Jiang Zhi didn’t want to go on it, thinking it was too effeminate for a grown man, but Zhou Xufang just deployed her newly acquired charm skill and cooed a few times, and Jiang Zhi relented.
After the ride, Zhou Xufang asked him, “Do you feel dizzy?”
“Not dizzy.”
Zhou Xufang adjusted his hair, which had been mussed by the wind on the carousel, “Then let’s go again.”
Jiang Zhi agreed.
There were many girls and children on the carousel, and with Jiang Zhi wearing a pink headband and his hair dyed smog blue, he stood out conspicuously, attracting several young women who started taking covert pictures of him.
Zhou Xufang was displeased and fiercely blocked the cameras, not allowing anyone to take photos.
After the ride, she asked Jiang Zhi again, “Feeling dizzy now?”
Jiang Zhi shook his head, “What else do you want to ride?”
She wanted another go on the carousel, but with too many girls around, and Jiang Zhi drawing too much attention, she felt conflicted, “Bend your head down.”
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So, he did.
She pulled his mask up a bit further to cover his nose completely and even tugged at the fringe on his forehead to cover more of his forehead, “Can we go on the carousel again?”
Bent over, Jiang Zhi stayed still and let her adjust his appearance, “Don’t you want to try something else?”
Zhou Xufang shook her head.
He guessed the reason, “Is it because of me?”
She remained silent.
“It’s okay, I can handle it,” he thought, realizing it was time to discuss his ‘condition’ with her.
Zhou Xufang, worried about his ‘delicate and frail’ conditions, “Have you ever been on one before?”
He had never, thinking it childish.
But Jiang Zhi, blatantly lying, “Yes, I have.”
Zhou Xufang was still not reassured, hesitant. Shuangjiang had checked Jiang Zhi’s health, unable to pinpoint a specific illness, only mentioning something congenital about inadequate heart and lung function.
“Don’t believe the rumors, just trust me, my health isn’t that bad,” Jiang Zhi reassured her, leading her towards the giant pendulum, “I’m not afraid of heights either.”
He wasn’t afraid of heights, but…
As soon as the giant pendulum came to a stop, Zhou Xufang heard Jiang Zhi calling out weakly.
“Xu Fang.”
“Xu Fang, Xu Fang.”
“Xu Fang.”
His voice was breathless.
“I’m here, I’m here,” Zhou Xufang quickly unbuckled her safety belt and went to check on Jiang Zhi.
His hair was a complete mess, sticking out all over, and the headband was askew, with the pink hoop nearly slipping off. He reached out to Zhou Xufang, voice faint and delicate, “Help me.” His face was pale, his lips colorless, “I’m dizzy.”
His voice sounded somewhat pitiable.
Zhou Xufang was terribly worried, “Do you feel really bad? Should we go to the hospital?”
Jiang Zhi shook his head, pulled down his mask to breathe, a slight blush on his face, and his eyes moist, “It’s not my body, I just got dizzy from spinning. I’ll be fine after resting awhile.” He fumbled with his messy hair and leaned his tall frame against his girlfriend, looking as fragile as a newborn kitten, “Hold me with both hands, or I’ll fall.”
It was three parts discontent and seven parts petulance.
So Zhou Xufang held him with both hands.
He nuzzled into her shoulder, “Don’t blame me.”
He was quite annoyed, “It’s this machine’s fault, it just kept spinning.”
“Look at others, they are throwing up.”
“I didn’t throw up.”
At that moment, he was weak and unable to exert much force, his bluster having little effect, like a puppy, seemingly fierce but actually just putting on a show.
Whenever Jiang Zhi felt unwell, he became clingy and acted like a small animal needing comforting.
Zhou Xufang suppressed a smile and went along with his words, “Yes, it’s all the machine’s fault.”
Being pampered, Jiang Zhi cuddled Zhou Xufang and whined like Da Jin.
“Let’s sit over there for a while.”
Zhou Xufang’s hand was placed respectfully on Jiang Zhi’s waist as his hands roamed, touching her neck and then her back, sickly resting his head on her, “Help me over.”
Zhou Xufang supported him to a dessert shop.
At the entrance of the dessert shop was a large Christmas tree, adorned with various colored paper tied with bells that jingled merrily each time the door opened. Under the tree were boxes of presents, and standing by ‘Santa Claus’ who offered that for twenty yuan, one could hang two wishes on the tree and receive a gift from ‘Santa Claus.’
It was mostly children making wishes.
Except for Zhou Xufang, the only adult.
Next to the Christmas tree, a mother and son were sitting. The little boy, about five or six, nagged his mother, “Mom, I want to make a wish too.”
His mother, dressed intelligently and speaking gently, “See that ‘Santa Claus’, isn’t his beard about to fall off?”
The boy looked at ‘Santa Claus”s beard, nodded, “Yes.”
The mother smiled, “He’s just pretending, not the real Santa Claus.”
The inquisitive child immediately asked, “Then where is the real Santa Claus?”
Only children believe that Santa Claus truly exists.
The mother didn’t correct him, “The real Santa Claus only comes out at night. If you have any wishes, write them down before you go to bed, place them under your pillow, and once you’re asleep, Santa Claus will come collect your wishes.”
The boy looked like he had an epiphany, then stuck his tongue out and made faces at the fake Santa Claus, “Liar, shame on you.”
‘Santa Claus’ calmly fixed his beard and asked the ‘adult’ in front of him, “Twenty yuan for two wishes, want to write them?”
Zhou Xufang, “Yes.”
“Santa Claus” gave her two pieces of colored paper.
Zhou Xufang finished writing her wish, picked two pink bells, tied them well, and hung the wish on the tree.
“Santa Claus” gave her a kind smile and presented her with a gift—a very big lollipop.
Zhou Xufang gave the candy to a child.
When she came back, Jiang Zhi asked her, “What did you wish for?”
Her tone was quite serious, “You can’t say it; it won’t come true if you do.”
Jiang Zhi pushed the dessert he had just ordered towards her, his tone like that of an adult teaching a child, “Fang Bao, it’s all just to fool children.”
“I know,” she looked at Jiang Zhi, her eyes clear and pure, without a trace of impurity, and said, “I really wanted to make a wish, so let it deceive me.”
She was like an innocent child, still possessing a childlike heart.
Jiang Zhi patted her head.
The cherries in the dessert were tasty; she tasted one and picked the remaining one out and placed it on Jiang Zhi’s plate, “Does it still hurt?”
“Mm.” He pushed the cherry back to her, no appetite, still wearing a mask, resting his chin on a hand propped against the table, tilting his head toward Zhou Xufang, “Move closer, let me lean on you.”
He wasn’t feeling bad anymore, but every time the little girl anxiously asked, he just wanted to pretend a bit and win a little bit of her favor.
Zhou Xufang, iron-willed in other aspects, was very careful and cautious about Jiang Zhi’s body. She quickly moved her chair to sit next to him, not even needing his request to gently place an arm around him.
Jiang Zhi embraced his girlfriend contentedly.
Halfway through the dessert, Zhou Xufang said, “Jiang Zhi.”
“Mm.”
She whispered very softly, “I need to use the restroom.”
She had eaten three big boxes of ice cream, two cups of fruit drink, and held it for a long time… but the public restroom was far from here.
Jiang Zhi saw her face turning red from holding it in, unable to help but chuckle, “Wait for me a moment.”
He left Zhou Xufang sitting and went to the cashier.
“Hello.”
Being somewhat of a public figure, he continued wearing his mask.
The female cashier was thoroughly dazzled by a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, stunned for several seconds before managing to speak dryly, “…hello.”
The boy’s misty blue dyed hair could seem frivolous to some, but not on him; his eyes, charming when he smiled and clear when not, carried an air of carefully sculpted nobility.
“Could we use the restroom in your store?” Jiang Zhi politely asked.
The restroom for staff was usually not for public use. Still, the cashier, a young girl bewitched under the spell of the beauty behind the mask, readily agreed, “Yes, would you like me to show you the way?”
Jiang Zhi thanked her and turned back to call his girl, “Xufang, come here.”
Zhou Xufang ran over quickly.
Jiang Zhi took her small purse, which only had room for a lipstick, held it for her—the purse was more for decoration, one he had arranged for her, and had purposely put a lipstick in it, but since she was all thumbs at makeup, she suggested to Jiang Zhi that maybe next time he could pack cotton candy instead.
The sight practically turned the cashier into pure jealousy.
Jiang Zhi placed a pack of tissues into the pocket of Zhou Xufang’s coat before asking the cashier, “Could you please show my girlfriend the way?”
The cashier smiled awkwardly but politely, “Of course.” Fairy-tale boyfriends are always someone else’s!
While Zhou Xufang was in the restroom, Jiang Zhi didn’t return to his seat but leaned against the cashier’s counter waiting for her.
At that moment, a customer entered the store, pushing open the door and letting in a breeze that knocked a few pieces of colored paper off the Christmas tree. “Santa Claus” went over, picked them up, glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and moved toward the trash can, about to throw them away—
A voice full of warning, icy cold, commanded, “Hang them back.”
“Santa Claus” looked up, embarrassed.
A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes rested on those two pieces of pink paper, uncompromisingly, “Hang my girlfriend’s wishes back up.”
Oh, it was that adult’s boyfriend.
“Santa Claus” chuckled awkwardly, “The wind blew them off; I was just about to hang them back up.” He rubbed the back of his neck and tied the pink wish papers back onto the tree.
Jiang Zhi stood there, observing the tree for a while, couldn’t resist, walked over, opened Zhou Xufang’s wishes, and found both pieces of paper bore the same message.
In upright, forceful handwriting, she had written: I wish Jiang Zhi lives to a hundred.
Jiang Zhi smiled, rolled the papers nicely, tied them back up, then turned around and said, “Give me paper and a pen.”
“Santa Claus” handed him a box of paper.
Jiang Zhi picked two pieces of pink paper, quietly lowered his lashes, pondered for a moment, then wrote with flourish,
—I wish Zhou Xufang a worry-free century.
After writing, Jiang Zhi tied them with string, added two pink bells, and tied them onto the Christmas tree, right next to Zhou Xufang’s wishes, and made double knots to prevent them from being blown away again.
Once done, just as Zhou Xufang came out, “Jiang Zhi.”
“Mm.”
Jiang Zhi turned to look at her, his eyes sparkling like stars.
Leaving the dessert shop, Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang to many extreme rides, of course, marking off all those that went round and round—he was quite average at keeping balance and would vomit if spun too much.
Zhou Xufang, having never had such experiences, was exhilarated beyond measure; at every high point, she called out to Jiang Zhi, saying she was so happy, laughing like a fool.
Jiang Zhi found his little fool’s laughter incredibly beautiful; he desperately wanted to kiss her, and he desperately wanted to sleep.
As dusk approached, the last traces of the sunset tinged half the sky a chaotic orange.
The amusement park moved into its evening session, all sorts of colorful lights came to life.
Having disembarked from a rollercoaster, Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang went for dinner; she wanted barbecue, but Jiang Zhi didn’t allow it and took her for steamed fish instead.
After dinner, Jiang Zhi took her to a nighttime show and fireworks; holding her under the sky full of fireworks, he asked, “Want to ride the Ferris wheel?”
She asked him, “Will you feel dizzy?” The Ferris wheel also went round, and she was worried it might make Jiang Zhi dizzy.
“No, this one moves slowly.”
She wanted to ride, nodded, and said she wanted to.
Jiang Zhi led her to the queue.
In front of them, there was also a couple.
“Do you know what this Ferris wheel is called?” The girl tugged at her boyfriend’s hand, which was busy playing a game.
The boy, who was likely quite straightforward, replied, “Isn’t a Ferris wheel just called a Ferris wheel? What else could it be called?”
Zhou Xufang thought the same.
The girl looked up at the Ferris wheel at a forty-five degree angle and romantically said, “It’s called ‘A Degree of Happiness.'”
Her boyfriend retorted, “That’s so cheesy.”
Zhou Xufang thought that too!
The girl, petite and wearing large glasses, looked cute and didn’t get angry at her boyfriend. Instead, she explained, “This Ferris wheel makes a full circle at three hundred sixty-one degrees, which is one degree more than a full circle.” Pointing to the top, she showed her boyfriend, “See the highest point? The arc there bends a bit, exactly by one degree.”
Her boyfriend was confused: “So?”
The girl, slightly shy, lowered her voice a bit, “It is said that couples who kiss at that spot will stay together forever.”
Her straightforward boyfriend: “You believe that?”
Straightforward Zhou Xufang: So fake.
The girl: “Better to believe it’s true.”
The boy: “You’re so childish.”
The girl: “…”
Zhou Xufang totally agreed and also thought it was childish. The couple in front went silent, seemingly sulking. Zhou Xufang pulled Jiang Zhi a bit closer and quietly asked, “Jiang Zhi, do you believe it?”
Jiang Zhi: “No.”
Why would he believe that? He was a businessman. From a business perspective, he evaluated, “This is a typical commercial tactic. The managers, for the sake of turnover, deliberately create gimmicks. Those legends are all nonsense.”
A gimmick, huh?
Nonsense, huh?
When Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang reached the highest point—
“Jiang Zhi, are you scared?”
It was quite high from the ground, and Zhou Xufang was a bit nervous, her nerves taut: “If you’re scared, just hold on to me tight.” Fortunately, she had good reflexes and was quick, but Jiang Zhi was still with her, so she couldn’t be careless. “If the Ferris wheel breaks, I’ll just hold you—”
Click.
The gondola of the Ferris wheel moved into that additional one degree of the three hundred sixty-one.
“Zhou Xufang.”
A nervous Zhou Xufang tilted her head: “Hmm?”
Jiang Zhi took off his mask, and his cold lips pressed against hers.
Because the Ferris wheel was moving, he misjudged the force, bumping her painfully.
Zhou Xufang pushed him, her face flushed: “Others will see.”
Jiang Zhi didn’t care about others, pulling her back into his arms: “Don’t move, I’m not done kissing yet.” Gently sucking at the spot where his teeth had accidentally bumped against hers.
This thing called ‘A Degree of Happiness,’ timed its circles perfectly, stopping exactly at 13 minutes and 14 seconds. What a gimmick, impressively executed.
After they came down, Zhou Xufang’s face was still flushed, her eyes misty as she looked at Jiang Zhi: “Why did you kiss me just now? Did you start believing in it?”
Jiang Zhi licked his lips, still feeling the aftertaste, he obviously wouldn’t admit to being childish: “I just wanted to kiss you.”
Zhou Xufang snorted.
Ah Wan was right, Jiang Zhi’s mouth, always deceiving.
The deceitful one started coaxing again: “Xufang, shall we go for another ride?”
The night air was chilly. Zhou Xufang, worried he might catch a cold and start coughing, put his mask back on and moved closer to shield him from the wind: “You want to go again?”
“Uh-huh.”
He hadn’t timed it right just now, had kissed her a bit late.
“One more time, okay?” He drew out the last word coquettishly, and then deliberately coughed twice, appearing somewhat fragile.
Zhou Xufang hurriedly hugged him, warming him: “Okay.”
Jiang Zhi got his way, and even more so, kissed her incredibly, incredibly long.
As they came down, Zhou Xufang’s lips were as red as if she wore lipstick, a bit swollen; she was mad at Jiang Zhi and ignored him. After ignoring him for over a minute, Jiang Zhi called out ‘Fang Bao’ twice, and she forgave him, snuggling into his embrace to shield him from the cold.
Leaving the amusement park, it was already after seven, the festive lights just turning on, the evening of Christmas bustling everywhere.
Jiang Zhi, holding her hand, walked slowly: “Tired?”
She shook her head: “Not tired.”
“You should say you’re tired.”
Oh, she then said, “Tired.”
Jiang Zhi then crouched down: “Hop on.”
Zhou Xufang didn’t get on, afraid to hurt his delicate body.
Seeing her hesitate, Jiang Zhi feigned sternness: “Come on, get on, I’m going to carry you!”
Alright.
She obediently got on and stayed still, her hands neatly placed on Jiang Zhi’s shoulders: “Am I heavy?”
“Very light.”
Genuinely light.
Where those three bowls of porridge, a plate of crystal buns, and a plate of dumplings she had for breakfast went, no one knew. She was nearly 170 cm tall, but he felt almost no weight.
No, he had to nourish her.
“If you’re tired, tell me, I can carry you too.”
Jiang Zhi laughed: “Look around on the street, see if any girl is carrying a boy.”
Zhou Xufang disagreed: “You’re different.” Also, “I’m different too. I’m a fairy with her seals broken, possessing limitless mana.”
Jiang Zhi laughed out loud, his eyes like neon lights. He carried her on his back, walking slowly, crushing shadows beneath them, “How have I changed?”
Zhou Xufang said, “You’re the most delicate.”
‘Delicate’ was not a word Jiang Zhi liked; which big man would like that? He was unhappy and became slightly moody, “Do you dislike me?”
“No.” Two soft and tender hands reached out and hugged Jiang Zhi’s neck; she leaned to his ear and whispered, “I like you the most.”
Girls who aren’t good at sweet nothings, suddenly saying a phrase of love, could be overwhelmingly sweet.
“Say it again.” Jiang Zhi laughed heartily, his small canine teeth showing, like a cat rolling around under the warm sun, showing its belly, asking for more touches.
She, however, didn’t say it again, shyly wriggling instead.
“Stop wriggling.”
His voice was husky, restrained, carrying a slightly unbearable, pleading tone.
Zhou Xufang stopped moving.
“Jiang Zhi.”
“Hm?”
“I had a lot of fun today.” She buried her face in his neck, obediently saying, “Thank you.” She knew that Jiang Zhi wanted to compensate her for everything the world had treated her harshly with.
Jiang Zhi rubbed his cheek against the girl’s cold nose, “Do you like amusement parks?”
She said, “I do.”
“How about I build you one?”
He wanted to give her everything she liked.
Zhou Xufang thought for a moment, then shook her head, “Let’s not.”
Her soft hair burrowed into his neck, making him itch. She had eaten a lot of ice cream, and he could smell a faint scent of strawberry, “Why not?”
Zhou Xufang looked at the pink ring on Jiang Zhi’s head and smiled, no longer stiff-faced, smiling like a contented child, “Being too greedy isn’t good. I already have you.”
Jiang Zhi was touched by her words, his heart melting into a mush.
At nine in the evening, Zhou Xufang posted on her Moments — her first post in nearly a year, without any text, just a photo of her and Jiang Zhi in the amusement park standing in front of a Christmas tree, each wearing a headband, both smiling, a child who accidentally entered the frame also smiling.
Zhou Xufang had few friends, apart from the enigmatic Shuangjiang, previously only Fang Lixiang and Wen Baiyang, and later on Jiang Zhi’s friends were added.
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla: [Heart][Heart][Heart]
Wen Baiyang: Merry Christmas.
Ullala Lixiang: I must be seeing things, this beautiful flower is actually displaying a bit of proud and foolish charm, is that really Director Jiang?
Zhou Xufang replied to Ullala Lixiang: It’s Jiang Zhi.
The beauty beside me has a screw loose: The boss looks so silly with that headband.
The beauty beside me has a screw loose, is Ah Wan’s alias, he responded, and within five seconds, deleted it, and replied again.
The beauty beside me has a screw loose: Truly a match made in heaven!
Through the screen, one could feel Ah Wan’s will to live.
Qiao Nanchu: Can’t bear to look.
A Little Ice and Snow: Merry Christmas [Flowers][Flowers]
Zhou Xufang replied to A Little Ice and Snow: Thank you [Flowers][Flowers]
The handsomest man in the capital: Brother Zhi, this vibe of suffering comes right at you.
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla replied to The handsomest man in the capital: Get lost.
Zhou Xufang replied to My girlfriend Fang Baozilla: Don’t curse.
Five seconds later, Jiang Zhi deleted that reply.
Then, in the [Top Four Handsomes of the Imperial City] group chat, a silly group name changed by Xue Baoyi, Jiang Zhi tagged Xue Baoyi: Delete it.
The handsomest man in the capital: I won’t!
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla: Wait till I kill you.
The handsomest man in the capital: You only dare to be so bold with me, Zhou Xufang’s little submissive!
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla: That incident where you took your uncle’s four lovers for a swim, your dad still doesn’t know, right?
It happened like this.
Xue Baoyi’s second uncle was quite the playboy, nearly fifty and his son could get married, yet he hadn’t settled down, supported several lovers, and even brought them into the family, nearly driving Xue Baoyi’s second aunt to death since she was soft-hearted and wouldn’t make a fuss, she just ran to Xue Baoyi’s mom and cried all day and night, endlessly. Fed up, Xue Baoyi’s mom, ahem, ordered her son to get rid of these lovers by any means necessary.
Bored by his mother’s nagging, Xue Baoyi took the lovers to swim, deliberately hired a private detective to snap spicy photos, mosaic his face, and then sent them to his second uncle.
However, fate has its own plans, and he got caught by paparazzi.
Xue Baoyi’s dad didn’t follow gossip news and was yet to know about it; if he did, he would definitely beat the crap out of his son.
Xue Baoyi was very afraid of his dad’s belt and admitted defeat.
The handsomest man in the capital: Ancestor!
The handsomest man in the capital: Ancestor, I was wrong.
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla: ╯^╰
Qiao Nanchu: My father received a wedding invitation; is your grandmother hosting her birthday party next week?
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla: Yes.
Qiao Nanchu: Isn’t her birthday after the New Year?
Jiang Zhi sent a voice message: The elder of the Luo family was invited; I guess, grandma wants to settle some accounts.
The handsomest man in the capital: Luo Changde is still in the ICU, is it you, Brother Zhi?
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla: There are cops here, watch your words.
The handsomest man in the capital moved Qiao Nanchu out of the group chat.
The handsomest man in the capital: Can we talk now?
My girlfriend Fang Baozilla has left the group chat.
The handsomest man in the capital: …