After spending a pleasant night at the hot springs, she watched the Witch soccer match in the torrential rain after lunch—just plain soccer. They played until after five in the afternoon, then Cen Jing sent Jiang Han home.
If not for the mismatch in gender, Jiang Han truly wanted to praise Cen Jing:
"She's a true gentleman."
Of course, there was a chance she might have been right even if she said it...
The room they had booked even had two single beds. Completely gentlemanly.
After the elegant Miss Cen sent Jiang Han home, Jiang Han's family quietly sized her up for a while as well.
Jiang Zhenling simply regarded her with appreciation and chatted with her a little.
Ye Keshu was more scrutinizing, making indirect inquiries into Cen Jing's background.
Jiang Xuan was the most straightforward of all, even inviting her inside for dinner. But Cen Jing directly declined the invitation. Once the family had satisfied their curiosity, they all retreated back into the house. Jiang Han's family was not particularly wealthy, so they did not have many formalities for entertaining guests. They merely had Jiang Han say goodbye to Cen Jing herself.
Looking at the gentle-faced Cen Jing, Jiang Han placed both hands over her abdomen and gave her a sweet, grateful smile.
"Thank you for your hospitality—your hot spring, your barbecue, and this morning's soccer match. I had a wonderful time."
"I'm glad I didn't disappoint you this time. Thank you for keeping me company yesterday." Cen Jing dipped her head slightly and smiled.
She took a small gift box from her pocket and handed it to Jiang Han, saying, "This is dried tofu I made myself. Where I come from, we pickle it with drunken peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, so it may be a little spicy.