Chapter Eight: Two kisses, and the man's heart fluttered.

Old man?

Wen Jing's eyes flickered, and he reached out to pinch the chin of the person in front of him. "Am I that old?"

Song Nian'an was still reeling from Wen Jing's flirting and didn't react immediately. She paused for a moment, but seeing Wen Jing's increasingly dangerous expression, her survival instinct kicked in, and she quickly retorted, "No, no! How could that be! Thirty-one is the age when charm is at its peak, you're only ten years older than me..."

Song Nian'an suddenly got stuck.

[Thinking about it this way, when Wen Jing went to university, I think I was still in Makka Pakka...]

Listening to what he was thinking, Wen Jing assumed the little guy thought he was old, so he pulled him onto his lap and pinched his chin in a dangerous tone, "Song Nian'an, you've got some nerve, daring to think I'm old."

He was just joking to scare him, but he meant no harm, and Song Nian'an was most afraid of her idol getting angry and never seeing his handsome face again. Forgetting about blushing while sitting in his lap, she cupped Wen Jing's face in her hands and hurriedly asked for confirmation.

"No! Your face is perfect from every angle, so handsome I can't tell which way is which. There's not a single trace of time on your face. You look as youthful and fresh as a pure young man!"

"So, you married me because you were attracted to my good looks?" Wen Jing asked, following up on the conversation.

"Of course!" Song Nian'an blurted out without thinking, shrinking back under someone's gaze. "...No, I'm marrying you because of your irresistible charm."

His eyes sparkled as he described the deer, practically screaming, "I'm not lying, everything I said is true." Wen Jing chuckled. Things had come to this point; it would be a waste not to take advantage of the situation.

“I never listen to what people say, I only look at what they do. Today I kissed you twice.” He pointed to his face. “To prove your point, come on.”

Song Nian'an stared at the pale skin he was pointing to. The cool breeze rustled the withered leaves, accompanied by the amplified sound of his heartbeat. He slowly lowered his head and planted a firm kiss on the skin.

Wen Jing felt the soft, cool lips, and his eyes flickered. This taste seemed pretty good.

Afterwards, Wen Jing took Song Nian'an to say goodbye to the elders in the family and returned to the Song family home to pack their clothes. They were going to move to Wen Jing's villa that night to start living together.

Since the two were married, there was no question of them living separately, so Song Nian'an had no objection and obediently went upstairs to pack her clothes.

Wen Jing sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, like a great Buddha, making the three members of the Wen family dare not act rashly.

Song Changran smiled apologetically, but he was actually a little surprised. No matter how much he disliked him, his son was still his son. By climbing up the social ladder by marrying into the Wen family, even if his son still had some value, it would be a great honor in S City if people said that his family was related to the Song family by marriage!

He was just about to take the opportunity to talk about company cooperation when he noticed the person in front of him suddenly stand up.

Song Nian'an had already carried her medium-sized suitcase downstairs, and the person who had been looking serious earlier took the suitcase from her and left without saying a word.

Being ignored twice in one day, Song Changran was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth!

"Mr... Wen..." Song Zheng, who had dressed up in a flamboyant manner, came downstairs. She turned around and saw the two of them leaving. She stomped her feet in anger and shouted at Song Changran, "Dad! Look at Song Nian'an!"

"What do you mean, 'Dad'? He even dares to ignore his own father. What good is calling him 'Dad'?!" Song Changran said, then noticed his attire, and his anger shifted, leading to another round of scolding.

Sitting in the car, Song Nian'an was in an extremely good mood.

If he hadn't transmigrated into the book, his family would have been cannon fodder, and even cannon fodder who bullied other cannon fodder. But now he's turned the tables and married a male god, how could he not be happy?

When Wen Jing saw the man, he was overjoyed, like a child who had received candy. But thinking of the three from the Song family, a chill crept into his eyes.

It seems I need to hire someone to clean it up so it will behave better.

Just as he was feeling happy, Song Nian'an's phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly rang. He took it out and saw the contact name "Le Tian". He thought for a moment and remembered that the original owner of this body seemed to have a childhood friend named Cheng Letian.

He answered the phone, and before he could say anything, a deliberately lowered roar came from the other end, "Song Nian'an! You dared to skip Professor Wen's class! Do you even want to graduate?! Come back right now, I'll hold them off for you!"

"I have something to do today and would like to ask for the day off..."

"What leave are you asking for? There's no such thing as asking for leave in Professor Wen's class. No, the teacher's here, I'll hang up now, you come back right away!"

Before Song Nian'an could say anything, the phone rang and hung up. He glanced at it, his head clearly spinning.

Teacher Wen? Surname Wen?

Suddenly, as if a broken string had been reconnected, Song Nian'an snapped back to her senses.

Teacher Wen, Wen Siyan, is a specially appointed professor at the Huada Art College and the male lead who calls Wen Jing "Uncle"!

He really didn't expect that the original owner of this body and the male protagonist in the book had this teacher-student relationship.

"Is something wrong at school?" Wen Jing stared at the cars on the road ahead, turned the steering wheel, and made a U-turn. "I'll take you back to school first, and I'll have someone pack your things. I'll pick you up tonight."

Song Nian'an looked at the barrage of messages from Li Letian on her phone, urging her to "come back soon," and nodded, deciding not to refuse. "Thank you for your trouble."

Wen Jing chuckled and reached out to ruffle his soft hair.

Feeling the warmth of the broad, thick hand above her head, Song Nian'an's unease subsided slightly.

In his memory, the male protagonist in the book was a very large black sesame dumpling, the kind with a white skin and a black interior.

Wen Siyan was admitted to the Wen family genealogy as an illegitimate child. He may have been subjected to a lot of ridicule or oppression from childhood, which led to his extremely hypocritical personality.

It was precisely because of this that she was able to swiftly seize the Wen family's assets and become the new head of the Wen family after Wen Jing was trapped in a snowstorm and became a vegetable while accompanying a client on a business trip to go skiing.

Snow disaster.....

Song Nian'an glanced at the person intently looking at the car, and slowly exhaled. He had almost cried himself to death over this part when he was reading the book.

Once a rising star, a business tycoon, he's now a hospital bed riddled with tubes, relying on medication to get through the rest of his life. Anyone would feel terrible.

He hadn't read the ending of the book before he transmigrated, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he feels that Wen Jing's experience is inextricably linked to Wen Siyan. But there's no proof without evidence, and he'll have to find out more about it later.

Now that he, Song Nian'an, has inherited this body, he is determined to change this fate!

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."

When Wen Jing arrived at the parking lot, he saw Song Nian'an sitting in the passenger seat, gripping the seatbelt tightly with a resolute expression, as if she were about to go to war. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So afraid of going to school?"

"Wen Jing." Song Nian'an looked at him, his doe-like eyes inexplicably moist. This was the first time he had called Wen Jing by his full name, which made Wen Jing pause for a moment.

He smiled helplessly and reached out to touch the person's cheek. "If you don't want to go, that's fine. I'll have someone notify your professor, and you won't be unable to graduate."

Song Nian'an sniffed, feeling that she was being too dramatic. She said it was nothing, and just as she was about to get out of the car, she remembered something, blushed, kissed Wen Jing on the cheek, and quickly said, "See you tonight." Then she got out of the car as if she had fled.

Wen Jing reached out and touched the cheek where she had been kissed, then suddenly laughed out loud. Leaning back in her chair, she watched the person run into the teaching building, and felt as sweet as if she had eaten a piece of candy.

Seriously, a 31-year-old being flirted with like this by a 21-year-old, he's really getting more and more out of touch with reality.