The Fifty-First Night (2)
In the hospital, Jiang Ran met Mi Xie Er, who was also visiting Feng Jing today. In the last few days, except for Mrs. Feng and her who were here every day, this loyal assistant was the next most frequent visitor.
When Feng Jing fell down the mountain, Mi Xie Er kept blaming himself. Although Qin Fan and the Feng family did not blame him, it only made him even more uncomfortable.
“Hello, Miss Jiang.” Mi Xie Er greeted and gave up his seat to her.
Jiang Ran did not sit and instead went to the bed to look at Feng Jing. He was still the same, his eyes closed, with no indication of waking up.
Mi Xie Er did not want to bother her, so he said, “Since you are here, I’ll leave first. Auntie said she’d like to bring him a change of clothes. I’ll go over to his house and bring some stuff over.”
The “home” he referred to was the house in Flower Pavilion, Nanting. Since Feng Jing was hospitalized, no one had been back there. It was better if he went over to take a look and took care of the chores.
“Let me go with you,” Jiang Ran said.
“Don’t bother. I can do this little thing myself.”
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t do anything here but watch him anyway. I can help you carry things, and we can come back later.”
Mi Xie Er considered for a few moments and said, “Okay, you haven’t been to Boss Feng’s house in Flower Pavilion yet, so you can just check it out while you are there.”
“Ok.” Jiang Ran took one more glance at the sleeping Feng Jing and followed Mi Xie Er out.
Mi Xie Er drove in the nanny car that the company had provided to Feng Jing. The car had a lot of necessities, which were regularly used by Feng Jing, such as black masks and baseball caps. Jiang Ran remembered the time when she had just come to know Feng Jing, and couldn’t help but smile.
“Mi Xie Er, it was you who had helped Feng Jing move?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t figure out why he wanted to move there at that time. Turns out, it was to see you.”
Jiang Ran froze. “What do you mean? Didn’t he say he went there to recuperate?”
“Huh?” Mi Xie Er was also puzzled. “Are you saying that you both didn’t know each other when he moved there?”
Jiang Ran shook her head. “We didn’t know each other back then.”
“So … This was probably fate.”
Although the house in Flower Pavilion, Nanting was also a villa, it was not as extravagant as the Feng Mansion. This building was huge, with the inside full of individual flats. Some were two-storied and some three. The greenery around the area also covered a large expanse. When the car drove all the way in, it was just like driving into a garden. It truly deserved the name of “Flower Pavilion”1Hua = Flower, Du = City, but for ease of reading, we have changed it to Flower Pavilion.
This place was definitely better than the area where she lived.
“The houses here are really beautiful.” Jiang Ran sighed enviously.
Mi Xie Er agreed and nodded. “Yeah, and the quality is great. The property management is also supervised well. Boss Feng likes it here, saying that it is low-key and luxurious like him.”
“I see.” Jiang Ran was amused. It sounded like something Feng Jing would say. “I also paid attention when these houses opened, but I heard that almost all the interior flats were booked and I couldn’t afford it.”
“It doesn’t matter. In the future, you will move here anyway,” Mi Xie Er blurted out.
Jiang Yan was actually a bit shy when she heard such words, but thinking that she was currently staying at Feng Mansion, living here was no big deal.
“The one in front is Boss Feng’s house.”
Jiang Ran looked out the window as Mi Xie Er drove the car into the garage next to the western house. Feng Jing’s two other cars were also parked there. One was the Cayenne that she had seen before, and the other was a Maserati.
She got out of the car and looked around the luxury cars. “How many cars does he have?”
“Usually, only four cars are parked here. I don’t know if there are others at the Feng Mansion though.” Mi Xie Er parked the car and entered the building with Jiang Ran from the garage. “Have a seat in the living room, I’ll go clean up.”
“I’ll go up with you.”
“Okay.”
The two walked into Feng Jing’s master bedroom. Mi Xie Er went to the walk-in closet to pack some stuff, and Jiang Ran wandered around. The room was bigger than the one she was staying in currently, but the layout and decor were somewhat similar. She went to the window and opened it to ventilate the room.
This window faced a desk. On the desk were only a laptop and a pen. Jiang Ran picked it up and looked at it. Yeah, it was a branded one.
She carefully put the pen back in place and discovered that the desk drawer was slightly ajar. Under the gap was a piece of paper, which… looked like the letter she had written back then.
She opened the drawer and found that it was indeed the letter she had written but did not expect that he would hide it in a drawer. Next to the letter was another envelope with a beautiful line of handwritten characters…
A Reply to Miss Jiang Ran
Jiang Ran was stunned for a moment. Was this letter meant for her?
The envelope was not sealed, so she took out the letter and started reading it.
To Miss Jiang Ran,
Hope this message finds you well.
Hmm … Is this format correct? To be honest, this is the first time I’m formally writing someone a letter, but when I received yours, I was very surprised. I was under the impression that in this era of instant communication few would choose this traditional mode of communication. But writing a letter is undoubtedly more serious and sincere than any other method. I have been musing for a long time now, and I feel that only by writing back can I sincerely return your affections.
It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but essay compositions were my Achilles’ heel as a child. If I did not have to write compositions, I would probably secure a perfect score in Chinese. But Miss Jiang is different. You were probably very good at writing as a child, which is why you are involved in literature-related works now. Considering you translate foreign literary work, the essays you write must be elegant and polished. I hope this letter will not make you laugh.
As I was writing, I suddenly remembered that although I was not good at compositions, I still enjoyed reading. When I was at Miss Jiang’s house and first saw the rows of books you translated, I realized that I was lucky to have read them. Can this also be considered fate?
Ah, it seems that I’ve lost my train of thought. When I was a kid, the language teacher always said my compositions were too bold and imaginative. I seemed to write whatever I wanted.
Coming back to what I was going to say…
I also wish to share my feelings with you through this letter.
When I first met Miss Jiang, I felt that you were a very gentle person. Even when faced with a suspicious person wearing a mask and a hat, you still had a kind smile. I know that there have been rumors about me among my neighbors, and I am very glad that Miss Jiang has not distanced herself from me because of them.
Later, we became a couple, which felt like I was in a wonderful dream. When I confessed my love to you, my heart was racing, and I had no idea what to do if you were to reject me.
Fortunately, you did not, and you used a very formal way to respond to my feelings.
When I’m with you, I feel comfortable and happy. Unfortunately, my work keeps me busy and I can’t stay with you all the time, but you’ve never once complained about it. Sometimes I wonder: What virtuous act did I do in my past life to have you as my girlfriend in this one?
Although I haven’t been in love with you for a long time, I often fantasize about our future life together. I know you like to grow vegetables. My house has a garden of 50 square meters. I usually don’t have the energy to take care of it. You can just use it to grow your favorite vegetables, like tomatoes, green peppers, white lotus, bitter gourd, eggplant … Everything you want to plant can be harvested here.
The large balcony on the top floor can also be made into a small garden with chairs, a few pots of flowers, and a swing. You can sit on the swing and read a book. While Er Huang plays on one side, I watch you from the other.
The elders in our family often say that love will become one’s life someday, and lovers will eventually become family.
I wonder if I can have the honor to become your family someday?
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