My Little Sweet Wife

Old Man Xian looked at Jiang Yijun and said, "Oh right, I heard that you're the same as Ruolan. Yijun, you also specialize in business?"

Jiang Yijun glanced at the Old Man with a calm gaze but didn't say any words. Jiang Ruolan secretly pinched him under the table and scolded him in a low voice, "You're already here. Mind your attitude."

After being pinched by her, Jiang Yijun said lightly, "Yes, Business Department."

"Since you're studying business, that's good then. If you're willing to stay in H City, then ask Zihao to arrange a proper job for you." The Old Man looked at Xian Zihao as he spoke.

Xian Zihao smiled. "Of course he can, but first he has to go through the normal procedures."

"Yes, yes. Although your surname is Xian, there are still some necessary processes you need to get through first." The Old Man nodded. He then looked around happily. "It's rare for us to be able to sit together on such a joyous day. Tonight, we're just going to talk about happy things."

The sound of firecrackers lit by the servants could be heard from outside, and the faint sound of fireworks could be heard from the distant downtown. This was the first time Old Man Xian became very happy. Everyone drank a lot of wine with him. Jiang Ruolan and Xian Guiying were drinking juice to accompany the Old Man to have a good time.

As Jiang Ruolan was standing on the balcony, she could see fireworks in the sky away from downtown H City.

Jiang Ruolan looked at the sky full of fireworks. She suddenly realized that she had finally found a home that she had been looking for all this time, and both her body and heart had found theirs.

The place she was standing at was her home, and the word home was very important to her. Perhaps only she, herself, knew how important it was.

Xian Zihao's presence in her life was like the most brilliant ray of sunlight. It also had become a new starting point in her life.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, but Old Man Xian insisted on pulling Xian Zihao to talk outside. No one knew what they were talking about.

Jiang Ruolan stood on the balcony and took a deep sniff. Suddenly, she felt someone's presence from behind, and the curtains of the window on the balcony slightly fluttered. 

Jiang Ruolan was immediately startled. That person only laughed lightly, pushed the curtain away, and came close to her. "Since when did you become a scaredy-cat? Why are you not sleeping?"

Jiang Ruolan didn't look back as she mumbled, "I was thinking about my mother. Yijun and I used to put an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks on the small table every New Year's Eve, but this year, we didn't. I was thinking, if she saw her daughter like this now, would she be very happy?"

Xian Zihao smiled and said half-jokingly, "Her daughter has become so outstanding and strong after the passing of so many years. Of course she will be happy. Ruolan, you are worthy of her pride."

Jiang Ruolan leaned against the railing on the balcony. Her hands under her chin as she gazed into the distance. She then covered her eyes with her hands as if she was looking towards the G City through her fingers. "Guess what's on the table tonight at Jiang Family's New Year's Eve meal?"

She suddenly stopped and paused. There was something playing in her mind. Then she said, "We are not in the north. You guys rarely eat dumplings, right?"

At this moment, a fragrance came from behind her. Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath and confirmed that it was not a fragrance from the flower shed. Then, she suddenly turned her head and she was immediately embarrassed.

A handsome and extraordinary President Xian was holding a plate of dumplings.

Jiang Ruolan's eyelids twitched. No wonder Xian Zihao hadn't gone back to their room for so long.

A plate of dumplings was something that others might not care about. Often, people would not always be able to get what they wanted, and they have to learn not to ask for anything. However, Xian Zihao, this man, was completely beyond her expectations. 

How did he know that she wanted to eat dumplings?

Seeing Jiang Ruolan standing there in a daze, Xian Zihao slightly lifted the plate in his hands and raised his eyebrows. "I knew you had a bad appetite tonight and didn't eat much. You must be hungry now. Why are you still standing there?"

Jiang Ruolan immediately smiled and happily took them. She walked quickly to the table. Without using chopsticks, she grabbed one with her hand and inserted it into her mouth. "Oh, it tastes pretty good!" 

Having said that, she looked back at Xian Zihao with a warm smile as spring and as bright as the sun.

Jiang Ruolan could not help but ask in surprise, "You did this?"

Without waiting for his answer, she picked up another dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth. "If you want to make dumplings, just tell me. Do you really need to ask for grandpa's help? Even if you want to give me a surprise, you shouldn't do it so late."

Xian Zihao ignored her blubbering and went to the closet. He grabbed a set of clothes and went to take a shower. 

When he came out, Jiang Ruolan had finished the plate of dumplings, but it seemed like she had not eaten enough and was waiting for him to make another plate for her.

"You haven't eaten your fill?" he asked.

Although Jiang Ruolan did not feel that she had eaten enough, she was still satisfied with her meal. She got up from the bed and smiled coquettishly at him, "Is there anything else? Did you really make these dumplings? How much did you make?"

Xian Zihao glanced at her before he took the plate and said calmly, "I stole it."

Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. "You stole it?"

The dignified and elegant President Xian had just stolen dumplings that had just been cooked in the middle of the night? Imagine what people's reactions were when they heard this.

Sigh, what a pity. President Xian wasn't very good at stealing. How could he only steal one kind of filling? However, thinking about how he actually stole dumplings, Jiang Ruolan really didn't dare to imagine that scene.

Jiang Ruolan then pursed her lips and stood in front of him. She looked at his serious expression and then looked at the plate in his hand. She suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore. She turned her back to him, smiling so hard that her shoulders trembled.

Only when she had laughed enough did she turn around. Seeing Xian Zihao's solemn face, she forced a smile and asked, "Where did you steal it? Xian Resident is in the suburbs. There's no store near this place."

Xian Zihao glanced at her. "If you want to eat, then come with me."

Jiang Ruolan hurriedly followed him out. This was the first time she stole something in her life, and it was also the first time she stole dumplings with Xian Zihao on New Year's Eve. Jiang Ruolan slowly walked forward with light steps.

However, compared to her sneaking action, Xian Zihao was more relaxed and at ease. He slowly walked down the stairs, and when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Ruolan's thief demeanor, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

Two or three minutes later, the two of them successfully made their way into the Xian Residence's kitchen. The kitchen was very large. Usually, Nanny Cheng and four or five servants would be cooking here together.

Jiang Ruolan smelled the fragrance and could not help but ask softly, "Do people in H City often eat dumplings? Why would there be one now when there isn't in the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Grandpa was in the northern troop when he was young and has been used to eating these things for decades. However, he only ate dumplings at the beginning of the year. Nanny Cheng and the others had packed them in the refrigerator and planned to cook them in the morning." Xian Zihao said indifferently.

Perhaps everyone would have some deep-rooted and unforgettable hope when they were young. For Jiang Ruolan, when she and Jiang Yijun were at Jiang Family, they could only watch the family of three happily eat dumplings on New Year's Eve. At that time, she only had one simple wish, and that was to eat a plate of dumplings during New Year's Eve every year.

Later, she packed her bag and ran away. During those years, she was always independent, eating and dressing with the little money she earned from hard work, and the expectations gradually settled down in her heart. It was enough for her to eat what she got and she had never expected anyone to pity her simple, foolish childhood desires.

But who would have thought that a few years later, someone would fulfill her wish? Xian Zihao would actually go as far as to steal a plate of dumplings for her. 

Jiang Ruolan should have been moved to tears, but she was grinning like a child. She didn't even open her mouth to say a word of thanks.