The successive heavy bombshells made Song Yujia's eyes go black, and she weakly slumped onto the chair, pressing on her philtrum.
"Save me quickly, do artificial respiration, do chest compressions."
Finally, Xin Zhiyao explained the general situation to Song Yujia.
Knowing the whole story, Song Yujia beat her chest and stamped her feet: "Why wasn't it me who met Professor Zhou that night?"
Xin Zhiyao couldn't say whether she was lucky or unlucky. She didn't regret having a relationship with a stranger, especially when she found out she was pregnant. The feeling of the sky collapsing and the earth cracking still made her tremble. Her only relief was that the person was Zhou Ji.
"Professor Zhou is quite responsible. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't want to be responsible and would just tell you to get an abortion," Song Yujia sighed.
She voiced Xin Zhiyao's thoughts; many people only seek temporary pleasure and are unwilling to bear responsibility.
"So now you're going to live together with Professor Zhou," Song Yujia leaned in with an ambiguous expression: "Marriage first, then love."
Xin Zhiyao blushed and pushed her away: "He's only doing it out of responsibility towards me."
She knew better than anyone that Zhou Ji was willing to marry her entirely because of his sense of responsibility, not love.
Moreover, the age gap between them was so large, and he was so excellent; how could a little brat like her catch his eye?
From interacting with him, it was clear that he treated her completely like a child.
If, if one day he regretted it and wanted a divorce, she would understand.
"Who cares if it's responsibility or not? Someone like Professor Zhou, just looking at him is a gain, let alone seeing him every day and being able to hold him while sleeping."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xin Zhiyao, blushing, made a move to hit her.
"I'm telling the truth," Song Yujia giggled: "You are husband and wife now, doing that kind of thing is normal. Just be careful with precautions. Professor Zhou is so accurate; don't let a second child come along before you even graduate."
She was getting more and more explicit, and Xin Zhiyao went to cover her mouth again.
Song Yujia was prepared and dodged while saying, "I'm now considered family of Professor Zhou's wife. Can you tell your husband to not call my name in class and not make me retake exams?"
Her calculations were practically written on Xin Zhiyao's face.
She spat, "Dream on."
On Saturday afternoon, Song Yujia insisted on escorting Xin Zhiyao to the school entrance. Her stated reason was to back Xin Zhiyao up, but in reality, she wanted to make a good impression on Professor Zhou so she could get favors later.
Zhou Ji offered to pick Xin Zhiyao up from the dormitory, but she refused.
If he appeared at the women's dormitory, the entire building would probably go crazy.
The car was still parked in an inconspicuous corner. Zhou Ji saw Xin Zhiyao's figure and got out of the car.
When Song Yujia saw Zhou Ji get out of the car and walk towards them from a distance, she finally accepted the fact that her friend was marrying a professor.
Good heavens, what kind of incredible luck did this stinking woman Xin Zhiyao have?
Zhou Ji walked closer to Xin Zhiyao and reached out to take the bag from her hand.
"No, no, I can manage," Xin Zhiyao quickly refused.
"Give it to me." Zhou Ji's tone was gentle but firm. Xin Zhiyao had no choice but to obediently loosen her grip.
Then Zhou Ji extended his hand to Song Yujia: "Give it to me."
Song Yujia didn't move.
Xin Zhiyao turned her head to look at her and found her staring blankly at Zhou Ji.
"Jia Jia." Xin Zhiyao tugged at her clothes.
Song Yujia snapped back to reality and nervously handed over the bag: "Th-thank you."
No, this was Xin Zhiyao's stuff; why was she thanking him?
Song Yujia wished she could slap herself.
She watched Zhou Ji put the packed luggage into the trunk and moved her lips: "Pro-Professor Zhou..."
Having put away the items, Zhou Ji turned his head to look at her.
Song Yujia's mind went completely blank.
Come on, mouth, speak up! Say the self-introduction you memorized by heart to Professor Zhou so he remembers you and can look out for you in class.
But now, facing Zhou Ji in person, his natural aura as a teacher emanated from him, and Song Yujia couldn't recall a single word she had memorized. She even forgot her own name.
It was like being suddenly called upon in class to answer a question; she knew the answer in her notes, but when called upon, she got nervous and forgot everything.
Xin Zhiyao could tell Song Yujia had frozen from her expression.
She's even more useless than I am. At least I can still speak complete sentences in front of Zhou Ji.
Xin Zhiyao completely forgot how she couldn't even string a sentence together in front of Zhou Ji before.
She whispered to Zhou Ji, introducing her: "This is my dormmate, Song Yujia. I told her about our marriage."
"Hello," Zhou Ji didn't dismiss her because she was a student: "I'm Zhou Ji. Thank you for helping her carry things out."
Song Yujia was extremely humbled: "It's my duty, it's my duty."
"Shall we go then?" Zhou Ji turned his head to ask Xin Zhiyao.
The two were close, and Xin Zhiyao could feel his presence enveloping her. His questioning tone was like that of an old married couple.
She was a little afraid to meet his gaze and nodded slightly: "Okay."
Song Yujia watched them bid farewell to her. Then she saw Zhou Ji thoughtfully open the passenger door for Xin Zhiyao to get in. Everything he did seemed calm and unhurried, making him a pleasure to watch.
Such an excellent man was actually snatched up by Xin Zhiyao.
Wuwuwu, if I go to a bar and wait for a lucky encounter now, can I find someone like him?
In the car, Xin Zhiyao sat stiffly, looking straight ahead without looking sideways.
Although she looked forward to moving into the new house, the thought of being alone with Zhou Ji every day made her inexplicably flustered.
"Have you had lunch?" Zhou Ji asked from the driver's seat.
Xin Zhiyao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I have."
"There's corn juice I juiced today in the armrest box. Try some."
Xin Zhiyao heard him and opened it, finding a thermos cup of about 200ml inside.
Zhou Ji probably guessed she would have breakfast, so he prepared something light for her.
"Thank you." Xin Zhiyao silently unscrewed the lid, and a faint aroma of corn wafted into her nose.
She took a sip silently.
It was a little sweet.
She took another sip silently.
During a red light, Zhou Ji glanced at Xin Zhiyao from the corner of his eye.
She tilted her head back to drink the corn juice, revealing her slender neck. Her earlobes were fair and clean, and her fluffy messy hair was slightly curled.
Zhou Ji's gaze stirred until he saw that after she finished drinking the corn juice, there was some on the edges of her lips.
He smiled subtly.
Xin Zhiyao noticed his gaze and turned her head to look at him.
What's wrong?
She felt his gaze towards her was somehow off.
Zhou Ji looked at the corn juice on her lips and asked in a gentle voice, "Is it good?"
Xin Zhiyao honestly nodded: "It's good."
Just as the light turned green, Zhou Ji stopped talking and refocused on driving.
Xin Zhiyao touched her nose inexplicably.
For convenience in studying and going to work, Zhou Ji bought a house only about a ten-minute drive from the school. After parking the car, Xin Zhiyao unbuckled her seatbelt and eagerly got out.
"Wait."
Zhou Ji called out to her.
Xin Zhiyao turned her head and her pupils dilated when she saw Zhou Ji approaching her.
He, what was he going to do?
Was he going to kiss her?
That wouldn't be good, in broad daylight.
She, she wasn't mentally prepared yet.
If they were going to kiss downstairs, wouldn't they go straight to bed when they got home?
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