Chapter 5 Come here, let me flirt with you

From the moment Song Nian'an lay in bed and received the text message, his heart was filled with joy. He saved the number and then blushed as he added the note "My dear handsome husband".

He rolled around on the bed excitedly three times, holding his phone and staring at the string of numbers he had almost memorized. Only then did he belatedly realize that he was really about to say goodbye to being single and walk down the aisle!

This kept him awake at all, so he simply opened his browser, typed "Wen Jing" into the search bar, clicked on the pictures, and a lot of incredibly handsome photos appeared on the page. Song Nian'an clicked on each one and praised them one by one, becoming more and more excited as he looked.

After a sleepless night, I ended up with huge dark circles under my eyes the next day.

Song Nian'an yawned as she went downstairs, and as soon as she looked up, she saw three people in the living room on the first floor: two men and one woman.

One of the men, who had a serious expression and was about fifty years old, remembered the photo the original owner had placed by the bedside and naturally called out, "Dad."

Upon seeing him, Song Changran snorted coldly and said angrily, "You still have the nerve to call me Dad? Look at the trouble you caused last night!"

He wanted to settle scores with someone last night, but couldn't find anyone. He had been holding in his anger all night, and it was time for it to explode.

Song Nian'an was completely baffled. He was still half asleep and his mood was even worse now, but no matter what, he was the original owner's father. He suppressed his temper and went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water. "That was Shen Zhuangyue's own fault. What does it have to do with me?"

The woman next to him, sporting bright red lipstick, immediately stepped forward to get attention, complaining, "Nian'an, that's not how it works! So many media outlets covered it last night, and your story is trending on entertainment news. Do you know how much this has affected your father's company? Everyone's saying the Song family has produced someone who's willing to be someone's mistress..."

"Shut up! Do you even have a place to speak?" Song Nian'an glanced at the woman, her disgust undisguised.

"Don't think that just because you've entered this family you're someone important. When it comes to mistresses, who's as powerful as you? Do you really think you're something special?"

Yang Xiao never expected that someone who used to be so honest that he wouldn't dare to utter a word could be so sharp-tongued, and he stood there stunned for a long time without being able to react.

Song Zheng, who had been standing by watching the show and was about the same age as Song Nian'an, suddenly became furious. Pointing at Song Nian'an, she shouted angrily, "Song Nian'an, how dare you talk to my mother like that!"

Song Nian'an glanced at his pink-nailed fingers, calmly took a sip of water, and said, "Don't even mention your mother, even if the King of Heaven himself came, I would still curse him. Besides, what are you pretending for? You're no better than him."

"So you're going to scold me too?!" Song Changran glared at him with a dark face, clearly furious.

Song Nian'an clicked her tongue in annoyance. In the original book, the character "Song Anran" was not described in much detail.

In short, his father married into his mother's family and painstakingly seized her assets. At the height of his power, his mother discovered he was having an affair. His mother's health deteriorated due to the stress, and she passed away when he was 18. Shortly after his death, his despicable father brought his mistress home, along with an older "brother" who was even older than him.

Her background is truly tragic, but the plot is also incredibly melodramatic. It's no wonder that the original owner couldn't bear the burden after the incident with Shen Zhuangyue and committed suicide. Staying in a place with such three awful people for even a second would shorten one's lifespan.

Although Song Nian'an was strong-willed and had a knack for arguing, she felt really bad looking at the three people in front of her who were acting in concert. Just as she was about to go upstairs, her phone rang.

He glanced at the note, his eyes lit up immediately, and without paying attention to the other three people, he quickly answered, "Hello, Mr. Wen, good morning."

After hearing something said over there, Song Nian'an suddenly froze for a moment, then quickly ran towards the door.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Song Changran's anger flared up like oil being poured on him. Yang Xiao quickly stepped forward, saying the child was young and didn't understand, but her eyes were filled with smugness...

Song Nian'an ran out of the yard with the phone in her hand, and immediately saw the handsome face outside the gate. She was overjoyed.

My husband's handsome face is indeed the best medicine to drive away all unhappiness.

Wen Jing leaned against the car and looked up to see Song Nian'an wearing thin pajamas and slippers. It was early autumn, and the morning air in S City was still a bit chilly. The tip of Song Nian'an's nose was slightly red from the wind.

"Come here." A voice came from the phone receiver, and Song Nian'an walked over as if bewitched.

As soon as he approached, Wen Jing hung up the phone, draped his coat over him, and covered his small, slightly cool cheek with his broad hand. "Why are you wearing so little? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Song Nian'an was still in shock at him finding her so early in the morning when a warm feeling suddenly spread across her face. The loose clothes she was wearing emitted a refreshing minty scent, which was supposed to be a very invigorating smell, but Song Nian'an felt dizzy and lightheaded.

He didn't know why this person was so gentle to him after just one night, but Song Nian'an was truly captivated by his charm.

Seeing the adorable little deer in front of her and hearing the praise, "My husband is so good at flirting...", Wen Jing felt even more that canceling her schedule and braving the cold wind to come see him early in the morning was the right decision.

"Isn't it supposed to be tomorrow, Mr. Wen? Why did you come today...?"

Song Nian'an lowered his head, his voice so soft it seemed to dissipate in the wind. Whenever he was in front of Wen Jing, he became incredibly well-behaved, speaking with a hint of shyness.

Wen Jing noticed his reddened ears. He was clearly so shy, calling him "Mr. Wen" over and over again. Who would have thought that he was calling him "husband" so passionately in his heart?

"The little deer is two-faced," Wen Jing commented, a smile playing on her lips. "I missed you, so I came here. Today is no different; the Civil Affairs Bureau is open as usual. Let's go get our marriage certificate."

Song Nian'an was feeling hot all over from hearing "I miss you," and her heart was pounding. Just as she was about to speak, a surprised exclamation came from behind her, "President Wen!"

Song Nian'an turned around and saw her adoptive father jogging over with a fawning expression. Unable to see clearly what was happening, he pushed past Song Nian'an and crowded in, talking to himself.

"Oh, Mr. Wen, why didn't you let me know you were coming? My youngest son caused trouble at your banquet last night, and I haven't had a chance to apologize yet. But don't worry, I've already scolded him, so please don't be angry..."

"You insulted him?" Wen Jing suddenly asked, his tone quite unfriendly.

Song Changran, clearly oblivious to social cues, immediately nodded with a forced smile, "Yes, he caused trouble, so I'm just teaching him a lesson."

"Who do you think you are, daring to lecture him?" Wen Jing said coldly, his words so impolite that Song Changran was stunned on the spot.

Seeing her cheap father looking so embarrassed, Song Nian'an's early morning gloom vanished. To be honest, it felt really good to be protected.

"You, go and get Nian'an's household registration book." Wen Jing didn't care how sour Song Changran's face was. He had done a background check, and of course, he knew how bad this person's nature was.

"Household registration booklet?" Song Changran asked, puzzled. "What do you need a household registration booklet for?"

“That’s right, Mr. Song should know.” Wen Jing sneered. “Nian’an is marrying me today. In the future, when Mr. Song wants to scold him, he should think ahead and know whose family is behind him.”