Bai Fumei in the ’70s Chapter 151
Translated by Serena Love
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Chapter 151: Bonus Chapter - Past Life (10)
Zhao Lanxiang quickly withdrew her hand as if it was burned. The expression on her face seemed to freeze. Her delicate face was full of shock.
"You... what are you talking about?"
He Songbai repeated calmly, "I want to pursue you."
This time it is not a question but an affirmative sentence.
This sentence seemed to blow into Zhao Lanxiang's ear thunderously. At this moment, she felt it was ridiculous.
In the past two years, she has been hovering in a fragmented marriage. Her dull life and failure filled the first half of her life. She never thought that there would be a suitor in such a dismal situation.
At this ridiculous time, such a ridiculous person appeared, and he made a ridiculous remark. Zhao Lanxiang did not know the man's background, but she knew that he was very rich. His wealth alone was enough for him to choose any young and beautiful girl.
At this moment, he was in front of her and said he wanted to pursue her.
If it weren't for the serious expression on his face, Zhao Lanxiang almost thought he was teasing her to make her happy.
He Songbai captured all the complex emotions on her face.
He said seriously, word by word, "I'm no longer young, and I don't have the passion and confidence of young people. I can regain your love. There are not so many sweet words that can coax you, maybe even not so much time. But accompanying you and pursuing you, I can give my personal guarantee—"
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"I will do my best to make you worry-free for the rest of your life."
Halfway through, the woman pushed He Songbai away angrily and turned away.
He was so helpless that he put a handkerchief covered with blood in his hand and wiped the blood leaching from his forehead again. He confessed to her without respect. The location was so casual, and the atmosphere was so bad. But he was so stimulated by Jiang Jianjun, and he hurriedly revealed his heart to her like a stupid head.
He was really naive. He couldn't help but laugh.
He Songbai followed her, and his long legs caught up with her in two or three steps. He followed her on the bus and walked to the door of her shop. He quietly said, "Can I go in to treat the wound?"
"I shed a lot of blood."
Zhao Lanxiang didn't agree, but she was afraid that she had to explain it to Sister He when she looked at his forehead.
She said, "Go to the hospital when you are injured. What's the use of coming to my shop?"
He Songbai's assistant silently went inside and handed the medicine box respectfully.
Zhao Lanxiang sat down at her work table without a word and sorted out the half-cut fabric.
He Songbai slowly washed his forehead, wounds on his face and hands, and his deep contours had the charm of a middle-aged man. Although he was embarrassed, it could not damage his temperament. He was still handsome and compelling.
He loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons slightly. His luxury watch was left idle at random. His cufflinks and broken glasses were placed where Zhao Lanxiang often sat.
After the man took off his glasses, the pair of deep lacquered eyes seemed to look like a dark vortex, gentle and dangerous, capable of attracting people's eyes firmly, immersed them in the unknown.
He has forgotten that this is someone else's territory. He was as comfortable as in his own home.
After Zhao Lanxiang watched him for a few seconds, she calmly cut the cloth. She lowered her head and stepped on the treadle of the sewing machine. Her glance met his hot eyes, and she suddenly lowered her head, her thumb slightly off.
The streamer of the needle flashed, and the tip of the fine, straight line was suddenly crooked.
Zhao Lanxiang frowned slightly and lowered her head back to rework.
...
He Songbai resigned with a smile after dressing his wound. Advancing and retreating were important in any war. As if his impulsive words in the simple deep alley were just an illusion.
However, He Songbai's heart was not as calm as he showed because the person he faced was her. He Songbai could not help but imagine that her divorced woman's life was not easy. If he behaved inappropriately and provoke her, she would not be happy, but it would make her life difficult.
But He Songbai thought about it, remembering the way she pressed him, step by step, in the countryside, she was so lively and cute, and he had to succumb. He Songbai laughed again.
Love is wanton, and love has no restraint.
He started to prepare her flowers, sent camellia on Monday, gardenia on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday... Every day, he brought her the freshest bouquet to pick her off work. Worried about her troubles, He Songbai stood consciously on the corner of the street, silently and willingly waiting for her.
Because of this, Zhao Lanxiang changed her route to go home or delayed to get off work late in order to avoid him, but He Songbai blocked her again after several times.
He naturally handed the white and petite gardenia in his hand and smiled slightly, "Don't go home so late in the future. It is not safe to get off work this late."
"I'll give you a ride. So I will feel more at ease."
The spring is cold, and there are gentle and steady words of care in the middle of the night, making people feel warm.
But it was even more insecure to let a man with a certain thought follow her in the middle of the night. However, a person like He Songbai has a warm temperament and gentle eyes, and Zhao Lanxiang cannot associate him to danger.
When she saw him, she would think of the poem he chanted to comfort her in the afternoon. He is humble and tolerant, more like an older man, pursuing her with endless patience and tenderness.
Unhurried, patient, and warm like a drizzle in March, wetting the street.
Zhao Lanxiang's indifferent look lightened slightly, and her voice became calm for a long time. She said, "I'm sorry."
He Songbai watched her face with a slight smile.
"I just want to be nice to you, not to ask for anything from you. If you think I am good, then stay with me. If you think I'm bad, it is okay if you ignore me or even get angry with me, just... I hope you can consider me."
All the good talk and bad talk made Zhao Lanxiang felt confused and unsure.
She returned the flowers to his hands in full and shook her head.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "You are a good person, but I will not get married again. You can find a better person."
Unexpectedly, He Songbai, who was issued a "Good Man Card," smiled dumbly. He walked forward with long legs, followed her, and said firmly and confidently, "What's the use of a better person? The person I like is you."
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He Songbai sent her to the downstairs of her unit. His voice was a little low because of the cold wind at night, like the gurgling water after the spring but the ice melted unexpectedly warm.
"If I can meet you earlier in this life, I will definitely cherish you and be a hundred times better than Jiang Jianjun. I will not let you sad and suffer. Whatever you like to do, I will make money to support the family. I will do all the housework, and you never have to worry about it. You just need to look at me and talk with me. I will respect your choice. If you like flower arrangements, you like design, like cooking and eating, I will try my best to support your interest. I will listen to you at home, and we will discuss together about the outside. Now I am still in my prime and still have some strength. After a few years of company management, we can go on a tour together after retirement and see the world."
"Although we are not young anymore, we still have a long second half of our life. In the first half of my life, I was lost, and I didn't find you. Now that I'm here, would you please consider me carefully?"
After listening to this long passage, Zhao Lanxiang had to say that the scene he portrayed was very tempting, exciting and moved her a little.
She said dumbly, "Thank you. I really thank you for saying these things to me."
"But... I can't do it, I'm not good, you go..."
After Zhao Lanxiang finished speaking, her tears poured down unexpectedly, and the crystal tears fell in front of He Songbai, dripping onto the ground as if it was lava poured into his heart.
The fire was scorching and uncomfortable.
He Songbai reached out and hugged her into her arms, patting her back gently, coaxing softly, "Don't cry."
"If what I said makes you sad, I apologize to you. I'm sorry, Lanxiang."
Sorry. I came so late and made you suffer so much.
...
After a few more months, He Songbai held flowers every day for months, waiting for her to get off work.
Zhao Lanxiang rarely took his flowers, but he was not discouraged. The man didn't seem to know what "rejected" means. No matter how indifferent her treatment was, he accepted it with a good temper. He turned his head and smiled, and brought her lunch to the store.
He invaded Zhao Lanxiang's life with a tyrannical attitude, bit by bit, tightly closed.
He Songbai came again that day. He washed the chopsticks and handed them to her. "Hurry up to eat and try what I made."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at his smiling eyes and wanted to refuse. But the words stayed in her mouth, unable to swallow and couldn't spit it out.
He Songbai said, "I heard from sister Xu in the store that you often eat cold buns at noon, which is bad for your health. Come and try the sea bass I made, I brought them as soon as they were ready. They are still fresh ."
Zhao Lanxiang tasted his fragrant rice, ate the sea bass he said and heard his gentle instructions.
"Sleep when you get sleepy. Don't work too hard. It's easy to hurt your eyes in the afternoon."
Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything. He Songbai waited for her to clean up the insulation box and ran away. Sister Xu in the shop couldn't help but envy, "How nice. The man came to deliver the meal."
"When will you get married?"
Zhao Lanxiang drank water and almost choked.
She sighed, as if to say to sister Xu but more like to herself, "How could I get married like this?"
She frowned as she remembered the fact that she could not bear children. Few men can accept without hesitation that he has no heirs. In fact, Zhao Lanxiang had revealed her situation with He Songbai long ago.
He Songbai was shocked and sad at the time. Although he still came to pick her up the next day, he cared about her body ever since.
Sister Xu said, "He really looks like the man in the newspaper, oh... the real estate owner is not as rich as others."
"But he has a good face. Although his economic conditions are not as good as your ex-husband's, he is more concerned about you. As a woman, you have to find a caring person that knows about rice, oil, and salt. Knowing cold and hot is better than anything. If he is willing to give you a full year's meal, you can live with him. Lately, a good man is not easy to find."
"Just like ours now, it's a poor life and a happy life. Food and clothing are important things. People now have money and have a lot of flowers. The young girl who lives next door dresses up all day long. She has to be beautiful and be a mistress of someone else, then the original wife found her. It was just embarrassing. I'll tell you, while you are still young, get married when you find someone good. He is very good to you."
Zhao Lanxiang's thumb gently stroked the pot of gardenia on the table. The delicate and beautiful flower buds were like a shy girl, standing slim and exuding a faint fragrance.
She looked down silently and made Sister Xu look at her with enthusiasm.
He Songbai delivered a meal for a year. He booked the tallest skyscraper in the G City on her birthday and gave her the sparkling fireworks. The fireworks are beautiful, but they are short-lived and hurried like her life. Zhao Lanxiang remembered the ten years of her previous marriage, which was lacking in kindness. Now, in retrospect, there is nothing worth remembering.
She didn't want to be buried in such a boring marriage for the rest of her life, but if the partner was He Songbai, she felt she was willing to try again. Today exactly, he had delivered a full year's meal.
He Songbai still prepared roses, handed them to her, and couldn't help laughing, "I always send you flowers, maybe you are tired of it. But these days, you took it."
He stared warmly at her white face. Although her youth was gone, she was still so beautiful in his eyes, and even her gray hair looked sweet.
He Songbai said, "I hope that every year in the second half of my life will accompany you through it."
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Zhao Lanxiang picked a diamond ring from the rose bouquet, slowly opened her palm, and slowly put it on her ring finger.
He Songbai looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. His mask collapsed, and his eyes were so moist that he hugged her and said, "Thank you. You still want to believe me."
"I will try my best to make you happy."
...
Zhao Lanxiang accepted He Songbai's proposal, and they began to discuss the matter of marriage.
The wedding of the two was set after the Spring Festival. The spring was cold, and it was a bit too cold to wear a wedding dress at this time. But Zhao Lanxiang's heart was so warm that she didn't feel cold anymore. They met in spring, and this spring, two years later, they chose to marry.
Zhao Lanxiang never thought she would get married again. Although it was not the first time she got married, she thought about getting married on a low profile. But because the groom is He Songbai, Zhao Lanxiang never thought of wronging him. He is such a passionate and lovely man. His life is very low-key, but his marriage should be high-profile. Therefore, their wedding is very grand, and the whole city knew it for a while.
The TV media, newspapers, and magazines have followed the report before the wedding. It has been blown up, revealing the details of the wedding one by one, such as wedding dresses, diamond rings, wedding drinks, luxury cars, and even witnesses. The whole country knew that the rising star of the business world was free from the line of bachelors.
On the day of the wedding, Zhao Lanxiang wore a white wedding dress, took Zhao Yongqing's hand, and slowly walked into the church. The pastor gently and politely asked them in front of everyone, "Will you take this woman? Love her and be loyal to her. For better, for worse, in sickness and in health, in joys and in sorrows, until death do you apart.."
The handsome and elegant bridegroom responded without thinking, "I will."
"Will you take this man? Love him and be loyal to him. For better, for worse, in sickness and in health, in joys and in sorrows, until death do you apart.."
Zhao Lanxiang made a promise, "I will."
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