Chapter Ten: Don't Have Any Crooked Ideas About Your Aunt

Wen Siyan's arrogant demeanor was instantly halved. He looked at Song Nian'an and said, "Auntie?" He adjusted his glasses. "So you like to play like this? I know your true feelings now. Don't worry, using your uncle as a cover is a good trick."

How can this person be so shameless? Does she need to pat herself on the back? She has no chance of being compared to my handsome husband!

Upon hearing this, Wen Jing could no longer stand at the door. He pushed the door open and stepped out, his steps steady and confident.

"Wen Siyan, I haven't introduced you yet. This is your aunt, Song Nian'an." Wen Jing emphasized his words.

Upon hearing Wen Jing's voice, Song Nian'an nervously twisted a telephone pole, her hands and feet standing at attention like soldiers.

Oh my god, when did he arrive? Where did we start listening?

Wen Jing naturally put his arm around Song Nian'an's shoulder and pulled him closer to him, like a lion asserting its dominance, or like the owner comforting a cat.

"Uncle, what brings you here?" Wen Siyan felt guilty and dared not look Wen Jing in the eye when he saw his cold face.

Then she thought again, given her uncle's personality, if he really did marry Song Nian'an, it would probably just be a charade.

"I've come to pick up my wife and take her home." With that, he took Song Nian'an's hand and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he turned back and said to Wen Siyan, "Don't have any improper thoughts about your aunt, understand?" After saying that, he slammed the office door shut.

After leaving the office, Song Nian'an smiled broadly.

As Wen Jing carried Song Nian'an downstairs, he heard her excited chatter and exclaim, "Damn, older men still have a certain charm!" A slight smile crept onto Wen Jing's lips.

Only Wen Siyan couldn't laugh. He only turned around when he heard the door close, staring blankly at the departing figures of the two outside the window.

"Mr. Wen, what brings you here?" Song Nian'an blinked slowly.

Cheng Letian, who was waiting downstairs, came up to them. As Song Nian'an's friend of many years, he was particularly curious about the two of them and kept asking questions. Song Nian'an could only explain to him one by one.

“I see. My dad has some business dealings with the Wen family, and I often see Mr. Wen at banquets. I saw him at the school gate just now, so I took the initiative to say hello. Isn’t that a coincidence? He just happened to be looking for you, so I got even more excited.”

"Sigh, I thought you liked Professor Wen, but I didn't expect you to pull off the Wen family's ultimate move and wipe them all out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Letian felt a chill run down his spine. Two pairs of eyes were staring at him intently, filled with murderous intent.

Cheng Letian completely forgot about their current relationship and started joking around with Wen Jing. Song Nian'an was worried that he would be kidnapped if he went out.

"Did you leave something in the classroom?" Song Nian'an smoothed things over for him, and Cheng Letian took the opportunity to quickly slip away.

Wen Jing's usually indifferent face was expressionless, but a hint of doubt appeared on his face. He frowned slightly, a subtle and brief gesture. He felt irritated, or rather, annoyed, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Song Nian'an forced a flawless smile, looking innocent and harmless, and said, "Cheng Letian is talking nonsense."

Sitting in the car, Song Nian'an was very well-behaved, blinking her eyes and glancing at Wen Jing from time to time, wanting to explain but feeling guilty.

I really don't know what Song Nian'an saw in Wen Siyan back then. He has no looks and is so arrogant. Otherwise, she would have exposed him on the school's online forum!

No, no, going too far will lead to retaliation. What if he abuses his professorial power and makes you fail a course? Then you won't be able to graduate!

Oh my god, what a romantic entanglement! And the creditor is my husband's nephew!

Wen Jing, who was finding it amusing, turned serious and looked at Song Nian'an.

"Now that we're married, you must uphold the duties of a husband."

In terms of seniority, Wen Siyan is practically your nephew, so you should still be careful to avoid any appearance of impropriety at school.

Song Nian'an nodded repeatedly, pursing her lips, and was about to explain when Wen Jing continued...

"From now on, the driver will pick you up and drop you off at school." As Wen Jing spoke, he leaned forward, placed one hand on Song Nian'an's chin, lifted it slightly, and stared at him with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Song Nian'an was so nervous that he didn't know what to do with his limbs. He was afraid that his idol would be angry. If he could never see his idol's face again, he would rather die!

His captivating looks and the masculine scent he exudes when angry—let me succumb to the allure of this older man!

Listening to Song Nian'an's confession, Wen Jing almost couldn't keep up his feigned anger. He withdrew his hand, sat down next to Song Nian'an, and savored the memory of her soft lips from that morning. It was so amusing.

With niche jazz music playing in the car, Song Nian'an watched the scenery flash by outside the window, his eyes gradually closing. He rested his head against the window, his head slightly dazed as the car moved. Suddenly, the car braked sharply, causing his head to jolt and his brows to furrow slightly.

Wen Jing sighed. This kid was really too charming. He moved closer to Song Nian'an, gently rested her head on his shoulder, and stroked her cheek. They walked home together like this.

"Mmm." Song Nian'an murmured softly, "What... ah... how did you fall asleep in the car?"

He woke up to find himself leaning against Wen Jing. The driver had left, and only the two of them were left in the car, with Wen Jing resting with his eyes closed.

Is Wen Jing waiting for me? Is he still angry? I slept the whole way, will his shoulders be sore?

No, I need to think of a way to appease my husband. I don't want him to throw a divorce agreement at me as soon as we get upstairs, or I'll cry myself to death!

Wen Jing smiled, opened her eyes and looked at him. "Awake?"

"Hmm, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You're sleeping soundly."

Of course! My husband's scent has a calming effect!

Wen Jing pulled Song Nian'an onto his lap. "Hmm? What's that smell on me?"

Song Nian'an sat on his lap, her face turning crimson, almost flushing all the way down to her neck. She immediately buried her head and rubbed against Wen Jing's collar.

She casually explained, "I don't like Wen Siyan."

Wen Jing smiled and nestled against Song Nian'an's neck, breathing softly as he asked, his lips brushing against Song's skin, "So, who do you like?"

The seductive voice and rapid breathing made Song Nian'an unable to resist!

Damn it, that old man is really good at this!

I...I'm going crazy. Oh well, whatever, I'll just kiss him first!

Before Wen Jing could react, Song Nian'an wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him.

In an instant, Wen Jing's lips covered something soft. He took the initiative, turning Song Nian'an around and pressing her into the back seat. Fortunately, the car was spacious enough, and her clothes clung tightly to her chest. Their hearts pounded incessantly.

I... um... this is too exciting... no...

Hearing Song Nian'an's soft, whispering voice made Wen Jing feel even more tingly and numb. "Baby, your mouth is so tightly closed, how am I supposed to kiss you?"

Song Nian'an opened his mouth slightly, but before he could say "ah," Wen Jing's tongue deftly pried open his lips and began to explore freely inside his mouth.

No... I can't breathe...

Hearing this, Wen Jing gently released him. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the car.

"Mr. Wen, I..."

Should we continue now? Song Nian'an's legs were so weak from her husband's kisses that she felt a jolt in her heart.

Wen Jing sighed. Why did this person keep calling him "Mr. Wen" while secretly calling him "husband"? He then pulled Song Nian'an onto his lap and asked, "If we keep kissing, I'm afraid the car will shake too much."

Song Nian'an's mind began to conjure up various positions she had learned from the computer's cloud drive, and she even started to recall videos of them doing that in the car, as well as some embarrassing moans.

Wen Jing coughed twice. This naughty thing, if this continues, I really won't be able to hold back anymore.