Shang Jincheng was clearly using the pretext of delivering a crib to linger around her.
Ge'er harbored this suspicion, but with her sister-in-law present, she couldn't expose him.
Dissatisfied, she poured him another cup of water, serving it to him until Tong An'an was content.
"Then I'm going to sleep. Ge'er, be nice to him and entertain our guest properly."
After Tong An'an left, Ge'er's expression immediately changed.
"Shang Jincheng, what do you mean by this?"
Shang Jincheng, busy unpacking a large cardboard box, looked at her with confusion.
"What do you mean by what?"
"Don't play coy with me! You arrived the moment I did. What do you mean?"
Shang Jincheng chuckled. "Miss Zhan, while you are as beautiful as a blooming flower and I find you quite pleasing, I, Shang Jincheng, have my pride, don't I?"
"You can't stand me from head to toe and are determined to divorce me. I won't cling to you like a desperate person. Don't overestimate things."
"You..." Ge'er was once again cut off by him.
"It's better that you aren't clinging. Hurry up and pretend, finish quickly, and leave. I don't want to see you here!"
Shang Jincheng grinned. "That might not be possible anytime soon."
"I promised your brother long before the baby was born that I would be responsible for the entire nursery. That's why it hasn't been renovated yet. Many custom items will be delivered consecutively, and I need to assemble them myself."
She hadn't expected his feelings for Jiang Jingyu to be so deep that he'd entrust him with the entire nursery.
"Fine. If you want to busy yourself, then do so. I'm leaving in two days anyway."
As Ge'er was about to leave, Shang Jincheng called out to her.
"Don't go. Come over and give me a hand."
The contents were solid wood components, large and heavy, stuck in the corner of the box. It would indeed be difficult to get them out without help.
Ge'er had no choice but to walk back over.
Together, they pulled out all the components. Looking at the complicated instruction manual, Shang Jincheng was stumped.
"Damn it, are things for children this complicated now? I thought it would just be a few pieces of wood to connect. This is drawn so densely, where do I even start? Isn't this making things difficult for me?"
Ge'er couldn't help but sneer. "And you want to be responsible for the entire nursery?"
Shang Jincheng retorted, "At least I have the intention, unlike you. As an aunt, what have you given her?"
Just as Ge'er was about to retort, Shang Jincheng said.
"Enough, enough. Let's stop arguing and get to work. I know you're smart, and this kind of thing is a piece of cake for you. Teach me."
And so, from then on, Ge'er held the instruction manual, directing from the side, while Shang Jincheng followed her instructions, assembling it piece by piece.
Soon, they started to feel warm.
He took off his jacket, wearing only a hoodie, his sleeves rolled up high.
Not to mention, although this man was simple-minded, his limbs were well-developed.
Having been pampered since childhood, his hands were exceptionally slender and attractive, and the lines of his arms were smooth.
Especially when he exerted force, veins bulged, exuding a sense of power.
Ge'er thought that if he couldn't talk, he wouldn't be so unpleasant just by looking at his appearance.
Assembly was a physically demanding task, not only tiring but also thirsty work.
She went back and forth several times to pour water for Shang Jincheng.
They bickered all the way, and time flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was past eleven o'clock.
Shang Jincheng finished assembling a set of beams and said to her.
"I'm exhausted. I didn't have breakfast this morning, and I'm hungry. Let's stop here for now. What do you want for lunch? I'll cook for you."
Ge'er was taken aback. "You're not going home for lunch?"
Shang Jincheng pointed to the pile of disassembled parts on the floor.
"Didn't you want me to finish quickly and leave? If I go back for lunch and come again this afternoon, wouldn't that be a waste of time?"
"You can cook?"
"There's nothing I can't do. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
Ge'er didn't believe he could actually cook. She led him to the refrigerator, and after looking at the ingredients, Shang Jincheng confidently listed several dishes.
"How about it?"
Ge'er was surprised. "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about food. Alright then, here's your chance to impress. Go ahead and cook."
She was about to leave again when Shang Jincheng grabbed her hand.
"As a guest, I can cook, but you have to help me. Otherwise, how long will it take me to finish alone?"
"Help you? I've never done this at home."
"So this is your chance to train. After all, you're a woman. In the future, when the child writes an essay, 'My Mother,' they'll be recalling the taste of their mother's cooking. If you can't even cook a single dish, how will the child write about you in the future?"
Ge'er glared at him. "Who told you I'm going to have children?"
Shang Jincheng smirked. "You're not having them? Alright, alright. If you don't want to have them, we won't."
"You! Shang Jincheng, are you being a jerk again?"
"Oh, so that means you do want to have them. Alright. Do you want one or two? A boy or a girl? Just say the word, and I promise to cooperate unconditionally."
Ge'er, enraged, kicked him. "Shut up, or I won't talk to you anymore!"
Tong An'an, from inside the room, heard their playful bickering and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Jingyu.
"Things are progressing well. Shang Jincheng is quite a good-looking young man, and he seems honest. More importantly, the way Ge'er looks at him is full of deep affection. Why is Ge'er so indifferent to him? She's always scolding him."
Jiang Jingyu replied, "There's no one in this world that Zhan Jingge approves of. She was spoiled since childhood, willful and arrogant. It's only Shang Jincheng who is willing to indulge her unconditionally. Besides him, I really can't guarantee anyone else in this world would tolerate her."
"So, if you can help create some conditions, please do. Otherwise, if it really falls through, she'll never get married."
Tong An'an: "..."
They playfully made dinner. Ge'er knocked on the door to call Tong An'an out for the meal.
Tong An'an, holding her awakened child, said to them.
"You guys eat first. I'll join you after I put her to sleep. Thank you for your hard work. It's rare for you to come over and cook."
Shang Jincheng took off his apron, acting like a domestic man, and walked over, extending his hand to Tong An'an.
"It's not hard work. I enjoy doing these things, and I also enjoy taking care of children."
"When I was young, my parents were busy and often left my sister with me. She wouldn't eat the food the nanny made, so I cooked for her. I also had to play with her and put her to sleep, so I'm quite good at coaxing children. You go eat first, I'll hold her."
Tong An'an praised him. "Really? You know how to do this? I can't tell. You're so handsome, and you're patient with children. People like that are rare."
"Hah. I'm just low-key. Actually, I know a lot, but unlike some men, I don't like to show off everything."
Tong An'an handed the child to him. "Then I won't be polite. I've fed her several times, and I'm starving."
"Go ahead, go ahead. I've also specially brewed some fish soup for you. It's good for your health, doesn't make you gain weight, and ensures milk production. Drink more."
Zhan Jingge, standing aside, was stunned.
Was this still the Shang Jincheng she knew?