The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 230: Asking About the Wedding Date

The New Year’s Eve dinner ended strangely that day; after wrapping up quickly, Jiang Yan took Wang Miaomiao home.

The night in Beijing was ablaze with lights, especially since it was New Year’s Eve.

Wang Miaomiao gazed out the car window at the sky, where fireworks burst and faded, one after another, colorful and lively, a real spectacle.

This is the bustling prosperity of a big city.

Seeing that she seemed to really like it, Jiang Yan suggested, "Shall we go buy some fireworks to set off at home?"

Wang Miaomiao shook her head immediately, "No need, watching from afar is enough, there’s no need to waste money like that."

Jiang Yan felt a bit regretful; if he had known she would like it, he would have prepared some. Buying them now seemed to hold a different meaning, especially since she declined.

Back at their small apartment, Wang Miaomiao had just changed into her slippers and hadn’t even stood up when she was suddenly embraced and pressed against the door.

Wang Miaomiao was a bit dumbfounded, looking at Jiang Yan in confusion, only to see his eyes deep like the sea, with countless words forming a vortex, as if to draw her soul in.

Wang Miaomiao blinked her long lashes, hiding the unease and nervousness in her eyes.

But even without looking at her eyes, her stiff posture told him she was nervous. In fact, he was very nervous too.

Jiang Yan leaned close to her, bringing his head near her neck, so near he could hear her heart pounding and her breath quickening.

He smiled faintly, his deep voice exploding in her ear, "Miao Miao, the old man’s urging us to marry, when are you going to give me a title?"

"Wh-what?" Wang Miaomiao’s heartbeat accelerated with tension; hearing his question, she felt both amused and a little sour.

After a long pause, Wang Miaomiao finally spoke softly, equivocatingly, "Didn’t we already agree?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Yan stood up, and their eyes met.

He stared at her, murmuring as if unsure of her meaning, "Agreed?"

Wang Miaomiao smiled charmingly, her eyes playful and lively, "Hmm... I’ll follow your lead..."

Follow his lead? Saying that was like saying nothing; she was still so cunning.

Jiang Yan’s deep laughter was seductive and engaging, making Wang Miaomiao tremble slightly with a thrill hitting her heart.

"Isn’t following your lead a good thing?" Wang Miaomiao chuckled softly, playfully asking back.

Jiang Yan teased with a smile, "Follow my lead, and... shall we go register tomorrow?"

He spoke casually, but in truth, his heart was suspended in mid-air, his heartbeat seemed to pause.

Outside the apartment was still noisy, but inside it was quiet as if even a pin drop could be heard clearly.

"Alright..." Her soft reply broke the prolonged silence, and Jiang Yan’s deep laughter seemed to go on tirelessly, "Hehehe..."

Jiang Yan was very happy; this answer seemed to reassure him, giving him more confidence to move forward bravely.

In fact, the past few months of this career change hadn’t been easy for him; after all, there are significant differences between military and political affairs, and he was learning and growing continuously.

He said he was busy these months, and indeed he was, not just to brush off the old man.

The pressure on him was not small, but no matter how great the pressure, with her encouragement, he could transform that pressure into motivation, allowing him to stride forward fearlessly.

"Thank you, girl."

Jiang Yan touched his forehead to hers, their skin close, hearts seemingly connected, and it seemed countless sweet bubbles were rising around them.

"No need to thank me; if any thanks were due, it should be me thanking you..." Wang Miaomiao’s heart also felt tender.

The two were now living together, and besides not sharing a room, what difference was there in their lifestyle compared to that of a married couple?

Their intimate relationship could easily rival that of an old couple.

"Thank you for always tolerating me, taking care of you, accommodating me, and... loving me..." she said, standing on tiptoe to lean forward, leaving a light kiss on his lips.

A touch that ended too soon, speeding up his heartbeat for a moment, followed by a greater sense of loss, his heart seeming empty, in desperate need of something to fill it.

So, the one who initiates also benefits first, right?

What’s the sense in being polite later?

Jiang Yan licked the moisture at the corner of his lips lightly, that savory scent being hers, fragrant and sweet.

"Since you’re thanking me, then I won’t be polite."

Jiang Yan could no longer hold back, bending over accurately to capture her sweetness, recklessly invading and expanding his territory.

All her beauty was his; he wanted to protect her under his wings, giving her the most complete and happy life. He swore...

A kiss that becomes addictive, lasting until the end of time.

The morning sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, sprinkling into the room.

Under the bulging quilt, Wang Miaomiao slept soundly.

A playful ray of sunlight landed on her face, warmly stroking her cheek, making her unconsciously sigh in comfort, before she gently awoke.

Trying to open her eyes, she found the light flickering and glaring, grumpily pouting her slightly swollen lips, immaturely turning her head to bury it in the quilt, leaving only the back of her head exposed, her shiny black hair bathed in a colorful halo, dazzling brightly.

She was already awake, listening quietly to the sounds outside the room, with the clattering of a frying pan. The tall, handsome figure, wearing a purple apron, bustling around the stove immediately appeared in her mind.

She chuckled quietly, tugging on the small wound at the corner of her lips, pausing slightly in surprise, recalling yesterday’s absurdity.

That silly bear, holding her without knowing how long he kissed her; when she finally managed to push him away because she couldn’t catch her breath, she only knew her lips felt sore and swollen, aching.

Thinking of the promise she made to him yesterday, she felt both nervous and satisfied, her emotions surging.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Wang Miaomiao lifted the quilt and sat up, with his voice coming from outside, "Miao Miao, time to get up. Miao Miao?"

After calling twice, there was no sound from outside, and she didn’t know if he had left or...

Wang Miaomiao checked her watch; it was past seven, so she quickly got up and got dressed.

Opening the door, a figure immediately filled her sight, as expected.

"Miao Miao, Happy New Year." The man was wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater under a black woolen coat, mature yet still handsome.

"Happy New Year." Wang Miaomiao returned with a smile, wearing a pink turtleneck sweater under a similar black woolen coat, looking like a lively and beautiful young girl.

This couple’s outfit was, of course, Wang Miaomiao’s doing. She had knitted the two sweaters herself, not an easy task.

Yesterday, when he received the sweater, he was overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear.

Today, seeing her outfit, Jiang Yan’s eyes sparkled so brightly she didn’t dare look directly at him.

Jiang Yan’s heart was melted by this girl; she was too irresistible.

He reached out to ruffle her hair, "Hurry up, wash up and have breakfast, then let’s go get things done..."

Wang Miaomiao blushed slightly, softly murmuring an assent.

Oh dear... getting the certificate... did she agree to him too easily...? Is this a loss or not...?