Chapter Sixty-One: The duration is related to the frequency and number of times.

Before Song Nian'an even opened her eyes, her phone alarm kept ringing.

He rolled over and looked around for his phone, and Wen Jing kindly handed it to him, saying, "Here."

Song Nian'an brushed her hair back, rubbed her eyes, and tapped around on the screen with her phone, but couldn't find the "call again" button for a long time.

[If any chicken crows at me, I'll pluck its feathers!]

Wen Jing felt both helpless and amused, so he let him sleep a little longer.

Yesterday was their first day back home from the hospital to rest, and Wen Liansheng relieved them at the hospital.

Without the anticipated intimate contact, the two returned home wanting to, but lacked the energy.

When the phone alarm rang for the second time, Wen Jing looked at it and realized he was going to be late for class.

He placed one hand on the blanket, bent down, and kissed Song Nian'an's lips.

Sure enough, Song Nian'an was breathless from the kisses and finally woke up.

"You... so early in the morning..." Song Nian'an's voice was muffled.

Wen Jing pulled Song Nian'an up with one hand, "If I hadn't called you, you would have failed the class if you were late for class."

Song Nian'an then remembered that Professor Huang was teaching him in the morning. He immediately jumped up, quickly changed his clothes and washed his face. When he ran out, his collar was covered in water droplets.

"Dry your face." Wen Jing handed over a towel. "It's cold. Your face will get frostbite if you don't dry it."

Song Nian'an casually pulled up his clothes to wipe his face, revealing half of his waist. He was too lazy to go around to get a towel, but this casual action elicited the expected reaction from the well-rested mature man.

"That's good." Song Nian'an blinked, his face, damp with moisture, looked especially alluring.

“I think it’s okay to be a little late once in a while.” Wen Jing threw a towel at Song Nian’an’s face, covering his eyes.

"Let me taste it, see what it tastes like." Wen Jing put his arm around Song Nian'an's waist, making him fall backward, and gently pinned him to the bed.

With Wen Jing pressing against his chest, Song Nian'an's heart was pounding abnormally fast. The morning physiological reactions of the two men were both dangerous and alluring.

A wild animal that has been caged for a long time will not retain its desires.

Wen Jing easily broke through Song Nian'an's defenses. In the thin air, there was a soft, moist scent, along with the aroma of mint and white peach—the smell of new toothpaste—all intertwined together.

The frequency of breathing combined with the chemical scents created a unique chemical reaction.

It drained all resistance.

Song Nian'an's cheeks and neck were completely flushed, and her lips still retained a trace of sweetness.

Song Nian'an was a little numb. She wanted it, but in the end she pushed Wen Jing away, "Okay, if we're any later we'll miss this class."

It seems that duration is related to frequency and number of times.

Wen Jing blushed deeply upon hearing Song Nian'an's evaluation of him.

"I wonder if my wife is satisfied with my service?"

"...."

How could this person ask such a lewd question! And even conduct a satisfaction survey?!

"It's alright, I'll try harder next time." Song Nian'an pursed her lips. "Next time I'll aim for a perfect score."

Wen Jing rolled her eyes. If you weren't rushing to class, do you think you could have left the house today?

When they left, the class had already started. Cheng Letian kept sending WeChat messages to ask questions, while Song Nian'an was anxiously stamping her feet in the car.

By the time he knocked on the classroom door and entered, half of the class had already passed.

Professor Huang watched as Song Nian'an rushed in, her hair standing on end from running. He simply asked with concern, "Little Song, is your mouth still sore?"

Song Nian'an avoided eye contact, bowed and apologized, and quickly sat down next to Cheng Letian.

Cheng Letian clutched his stomach and laughed so hard he slapped the table.

It's obvious what happened to those lips: swollen lips from being late early in the morning, and Song Nian'an's ashamed look.

Cheng Letian covered his mouth with his hand and leaned against Song Nian'an, saying, "Is it okay for you two to do that so early in the morning?"

“...”

"What are you saying? I'm just feeling hot and bothered!" Song Nian'an's voice was a little anxious.

The student in the front row turned around, smiled, and said, "I know, it's internal heat! It's internal heat!"

Song Nian'an buried his head in the table, wishing he could crawl into the ground.

【Wen Jing, you beast!】

"Ah-hoo." Wen Jing felt a shiver run through his body while he was in a meeting.

The assistant asked, "Is Mr. Wen sick? We have some Banlangen (Isatis root) here."

Wen Jing took a tissue and wiped his face. "I didn't catch a cold, I just got scolded."

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. The moment he closed his eyes, he could picture Song Nian'an begging him that morning, and his heart would race uncontrollably, his smile so wide it seemed he could reach for the moon.

The assistant gave a wry smile. Being scolded and still smiling—that's it.

President Wen has contracted an incurable disease called "love brain".

After winning the bid, Wen Jing was busy signing the contract and preparing the report.

Everyone in the company is racing against time and is extremely busy.

In the afternoon, Wen Liansheng called.

"Wen Jing, you need to attend Si Yan's engagement party tomorrow night."

"Grandpa, we just won the bid for an industrial land plot. We have dinner plans with our project partners tonight, and we can't cancel."

Wen Jing just happened to not want to go to such occasions where people wear masks of hypocrisy.

"That's fine then. You go ahead and get busy. Let Song Nian'an represent you at the event."

"No." Wen Jing refused his grandfather's words without even thinking.

"It has to be done, even if it's not feasible. I've already asked Wen Siyan to pick up Song Nian'an from school and bring her over."

"No..." Wen Jing's words were cut off before the phone was hung up.

Wen Liansheng is like that; he won't ask for your opinion, he'll just inform you of his decision.

Wen Jing sent a WeChat message to Song Nian'an.

My dearest husband: There's Wen Siyan's engagement party tonight, and Grandpa wants us to go.

Little Mr.: Should I go too?

My dearest husband: Okay, I'll come pick you up in a bit.

After saying that, Wen Jing shrugged and told his assistant, "I have something to do at home tonight, so I'm canceling the dinner."

"But, this..."

There were no "buts" about it; he couldn't bear to let his precious child face these wolves and beasts alone.

At lunchtime, Wen Siyan was already waiting for Song Nian'an at the classroom door.

Song Nian'an and Cheng Letian walked out. After class, the students were huddled together in the corridor, making noise and some young couples were hugging and cuddling.

"Song Nian'an." Wen Siyan suddenly called his name. Song Nian'an was stunned and turned around.

"Professor Wen, what is it?" Song Nian'an asked coldly.

"Oh? You didn't know? I have my engagement party tonight."

"I understand, congratulations, Professor."

"I thought you would be unhappy. After all, I received your love letter last semester."

Cheng Letian's mouth formed an "O" shape, as if he had heard some earth-shattering news.

“No.” Song Nian’an retorted in a flash. “I am very happy and sincerely wish you and Miss Shen a long and happy marriage and many children. Your uncle is coming to pick me up soon, please make way, Professor.”

Wen Siyan showed no intention of moving aside and stood in front of him.

"What about the love letter? Does it still count?"

Cheng Letian looked this way and that way, at a loss.

“I have never written you a love letter. From beginning to end, Wen Jing has been the only one in my heart.” Song Nian’an’s eyes were firm.

Just as the situation was at a stalemate, another voice suddenly came from the corridor, a voice that sounded very familiar. Song Nian'an turned around and saw Wen Jing.

“Let’s go, Nian’an.” Wen Jing swept through the crowd, took Song Nian’an’s arm and walked over. “By the way, if your company has any cash flow problems, I don’t mind giving you some help as an engagement gift.”

Wen Jing, with a satisfied expression, nudged Wen Siyan's shoulder.

"Thank you so much, Uncle." Wen Siyan's eyes darkened, and his tone became so low that it frightened Cheng Letian.

Cheng Letian scratched the back of his head and said, "Professor Wen, I'll go with them first. I also wish you a happy engagement."

Cheng Letian vaguely sensed that Professor Wen was a completely different person compared to when he was teaching. He suddenly had an absurd thought and caught up with Song Nian'an to ask, "Could it be that Professor Wen has schizophrenia and delusions?"

Oh well, having a silly friend like Cheng Letian is sometimes a good thing.