Chapter 5 For the stars I am unmarried...

Xu Yuesheng was confused by the question: "What?"

Song Xingran casually tapped his chest with the car keys: "I mean, you were raised by her at school..."

"Which spare tire is it?"

It took Xu Yuesheng a while to realize that he was referring to Wen Mu, and then his face flushed: "I am Teacher Wen's junior!"

Song Xingran raised an eyebrow: "Oh, that's the reserve. I said you can't even be a spare tire, how lame you are."

Assholes have to be justified.

Xu Yuesheng: "Teacher Wen is not that kind of person!"

Song Xingran: "How do you know she isn't? Who are you to her? Do you know her well?"

Just as Xu Yuesheng was about to retort, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Song Xingran."

Calm, yet with a hint of seriousness.

Song Xingran turned around and saw Wen Mu standing not far away, carrying two breakfasts. She was still wearing a black shirt and dress, carrying a dusty old schoolbag, and had no makeup or jewelry on.

Tsk, she’s dressed so simply again.

Wen Mu handed the breakfast to Xu Yuesheng and said softly, "Yuesheng, he has a bad temper, don't bother with him."

Song Xingran: “…”

Is this what it means to be pregnant? He is really going to be pregnant!

Also, who has a bad temper?!

Wen Mu glanced at the dark-faced man opposite him and added, "This is my fiancé."

“Pah—”

The egg-filled pancake in Xu Yuesheng's hand fell directly to the ground.

The corners of Song Xingran's lips curled up unconsciously, then quickly pressed them down and turned his face away nonchalantly.

Wen Mu bent down to pick up the cake on the ground and put it back on Xu Yuesheng's hand: "Go back to the lab first and tell Yu Mo that I will be there later."

Xu Yue slowed down his voice for a long time before he nodded stiffly and walked into the school gate with his hands and feet together.

Wen Mu then looked at Song Xingran: "Why are you here?"

Song Xingran raised his eyebrows: "Is it not okay for me to come and see where my fiancée works?"

The man was wearing a black ripped T-shirt today, his overalls tucked into his Martin boots, and the silver chain around his neck swayed slightly with his movements, making him look wild and ruffian.

He was already eye-catching and tall, and just standing at the school gate had attracted the attention of many students.

Wen Mu glanced at the increasing number of eyes gathered around him and sighed softly: "It's not convenient here, let's go somewhere else."

"Morning" Cafe.

The waiter came over to take the order, and Wen Mu said, "An iced Americano."

Then he looked at Song Xingran: "What about you?"

"Caramel Macchiato," Song Xingran leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "and add a portion of vanilla syrup."

Wen Mu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What?" Song Xingran narrowed his eyes.

"You don't look," Wen Mu said, choosing his words carefully, "like someone who likes sweets."

The man scoffed, "You don't look like you'd get a tattoo."

He glanced meaningfully at her wrist.

Wen Mu didn't respond, and the atmosphere between the two of them was subtly tense.

Song Xingran glanced at the woman opposite from time to time. She sat straight and upright, as if she was a good student who answered the teacher's questions obediently.

Really.

He took another look and found that Wen Mu had changed her glasses. Today she was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a pendant chain. She looked elegant and intellectual, with the air of an old scholar.

However, he is a less disgusting old scholar.

She's not bad, not bad at all. She's also qualified to be my daughter-in-law.

The waiter brought the coffee. The man stirred the thick cream in the cup and said slowly, "Now that we're all seated, let's chat."

Wen Mu: "What are you talking about?"

Song Xingran raised his eyes, with a hint of provocation in his eyes: "Let's talk about our marriage."

Wen Mu nodded gently: "Okay."

Although the place is not so formal, the time is not so formal, and even both parties are not so formal, but if he wants to talk, then let's talk.

Song Xingran crossed his legs and tapped his fingers on the table twice: "We all know the basic information, there's no need to explain it."

"Really?" Wen Mu took a sip of his iced American coffee. "But when I went to see you that night, you didn't seem to recognize me."

"I thought you had never even seen my picture."

The man's Adam's apple rolled.

He couldn't possibly say that he rummaged through the trash can with his bare hands last night and pieced together the torn documents to read them, right?

The scraps of paper were still stained with coffee and pizza grease. He lay on the carpet in the room until two in the morning and finally used transparent tape to stick them together until they were barely legible.

Song Xingran rubbed his hands unconsciously, then replied: "You look different from the photo, I didn't recognize you."

Wen Mu: "What's the difference?"

Song Xingran thought of the photo in the file. It should be an ID photo. The woman's black hair was tucked behind her ears meticulously, and there was no expression on her plain face.

But the person standing next to the race car that night was calm, attractive, and even a little charming.

The man picked up the caramel macchiato and took a big sip, the sweet cream staining the corners of his mouth.

"Uglier than in the photo."

Wen Mu raised his eyes to look at him, then quickly lowered them.

Song Xingran cleared his throat and said, "I'm in good health and have no bad habits. I don't smoke, drink, gamble, or mess around."

After a pause, he added, "I've never had a girlfriend."

Wen Mu raised his eyes and his gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds, as if confirming the credibility of this statement.

Then he said, “I’ve never had a boyfriend either.”

"I can see that." Song Xingran sneered.

Wen Mu ignored his provocation and continued: "Since you have agreed to marry me——"

"I was forced to do it." The man interrupted immediately.

Wen Mu continued naturally, not being affected at all: "Since you have been forced to agree to marry me, there are some things I still need to explain to you in advance."

Song Xingran made a "go ahead" gesture.

Wen Mu's voice was calm and clear. "I'm very busy with research. I'm in the lab at least four days a week, so I don't have much time for my family. I'm not the type to take care of my husband and children."

"What a coincidence! I'm also busy with training." Song Xingran shrugged. "I compete abroad for half a year."

Wen Mu: "I'm not a good cook and I don't have time to cook. I will take care of my own meals three times a day, and I hope you will do the same."

The man sneered: "I married a wife to live with me, not to cook for me. If you want to eat good food, why don't you just hire a chef? Why should I bother with that?"

Wen Mu's lips curled up slightly, and he continued leisurely, "I know you're famous, but I don't really like or am used to interacting with people. So, I probably won't go to your games often, or accompany you to events. But I will attend family dinners."

Song Xingran snorted coldly: "I didn't ask you to go."

Wen Mu's fingers tapped lightly on the wall of the cup, as if he was thinking about the next topic.

"Do you mind if we move out separately after we get married? I feel a little weird living with my family.

As if to gain her agreement, she added, "I also have two houses in the city center. If you like, you can choose one."

It's like no one has a house.

Song Xingran frowned, but didn't elaborate on all his assets. He simply asked, "If I marry you and ask you to pay for everything, what will I become then?"

Wen Mu calmly held up his glasses which had slipped slightly: "Didn't you have someone?"

The man choked, his ears turning red at a visible rate. He took a swig of coffee and nearly choked. "You can move out, but I choose the house."

"You can ask for anything, although I may not listen."

"It's closer to the school and has better sound insulation." Wen Mu readily agreed.

"No more?"

Wen Mu nodded.

The two of them fell into a brief silence, each drinking their coffee.

The sunlight shines on the table, forming a small bright spot of light.

"One last thing." Wen Mu put down the cup.

Song Xingran: "Why is there more? It's like squeezing toothpaste."

Wen Mu: "I don't plan to have children within two years."

The man was drinking coffee. He choked when he heard this and coughed several times before he recovered.

To be honest, he hadn't thought that far ahead, but he certainly had no intention of not having children.

"Why?" Song Xingran finally decided to ask the reason.

Wen Mu was silent for a moment, then explained, "Because I need to work. The project I'm currently researching will take at least a year, and I won't graduate with a doctorate until two years later. During these two years, most of my energy will be focused on research."

She paused. "I personally believe that once you give birth to a child, you should shower him with as much love as possible. If you can't do that, neither the child nor the parents will be happy."

Clear and impeccable.

The man subconsciously glanced at Wen Mu's wrist. She was 28 this year, and in two years she would be 30, which would make her considered an advanced maternal age. He wondered if Wen Mu's body could handle it, though it didn't look like it.

This is a very dangerous thing for a woman. Shen Sui almost had a difficult labor when she gave birth to him, but asking this question out loud was too far beyond the line.

"Okay, I have no objection." Song Xingran finally said.

Wen Mu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the coffee and took a sip.

What she didn't say was that there was another reason why she didn't want to have children.

She is afraid of pain, especially pain.

When she was little, she heard the cries of women giving birth in the hospital, which left a deep shadow on her. But if she told others such a reason, Song Xingran would probably laugh her teeth off.

When the coffee was finished, Wen Mu glanced at his watch and stood up to leave. When he reached Song Xingran, he suddenly stopped and gently tapped the man's shoulder with his fingertips.

"Next time, don't dress so fancy and don't drive the Valkyrie to school."

The man's lips curled slightly: "Why, are you afraid that I'm too popular and will attract a lot of attention?"

Wen Mu leaned over slightly, and the mirror chain hung down, swaying gently, occasionally touching his face, feeling cold.

"no."

"I'm afraid my colleagues will misunderstand me as having a gigolo, which will have a bad impact."

After saying that, she stood up, patted the man on the shoulder, walked to the bar to pay the bill, and then walked out of the coffee shop without looking back.

Song Xingran stared at the woman's back, with a nameless anger in his chest.

He got married, but he couldn't spend the money, couldn't develop a relationship with his wife, and they had nothing to do with each other at work.

It turns out that the only role that Young Master Song played in this marriage was to "bring about someone"!

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Wen Mu pushed open the door of the laboratory, and several gossipy glances were cast at him.

"Work first." She put down her bag and said calmly, "I'll tell you what you want to hear after work."

Everyone immediately looked away, but a faint sense of excitement still hung in the air.

The project is still in its early stages, with the main task being to analyze the spectra of unique molecules in the atmospheres of hot Jupiters. Wen Mu is responsible for building the data model, which requires repeatedly checking the match between the observed data and theoretical values.

She put on noise-canceling headphones and quickly got into work mode, her slender fingers typing out strings of code on the keyboard.

After work, Meng Meng was the first one who couldn't contain herself: "Sister Mu! Xu Yuesheng said your fiancé is a super handsome guy!"

Xu Yuesheng scratched his head: "He is indeed handsome, but he has a bit of a bad temper."

"And he looks younger than Teacher Wen."

"Five years younger than me." Wen Mu added.

"Oh my god! Sister dog! So cute!" Meng Meng blurted out, then realized she had let it slip and immediately changed her words, "Oh no, Sister Mu, I don't have money to give you a red envelope."

After spending time together for a few days, Meng Meng's name for Wen Mu had changed from "Teacher Wen" to the more intimate "Sister Mu." She discovered that although this senior student appeared cold on the outside, she was surprisingly gentle and patient once they got to know her. Aside from being a bit too serious about her work, she had few flaws to fault.

What kind of man eats so well? How could he marry her?!

Wen Mu smiled slightly: "No need for red envelopes, I will treat everyone to wedding candy."

Yu Mo finally spoke: "Aren't you planning to have a wedding?"

Wen Mu was stunned, then he remembered that he had never asked about this matter.

"Let him be." She said indifferently.

Yu Mo was speechless, Yu Mo was withdrawn, Yu Mo sighed.

Who understands? After 28 years, the cabbages in my garden are still eaten by pigs!

Wen Mu's phone screen lit up.

Lgnis: [Come out]

Yu Mo glanced at him sharply: "Hey, I came to see you?"

Wen Mu picked up his schoolbag and said, "I'm leaving now."

It’s not that she was in a hurry to see him, she was really afraid that Song Xingran would do something stupid at the school gate, and then she would be embarrassed in school.

Before she even reached the school gate, she saw the dark blue Valkyrie. A man leaned against the car, wearing a well-tailored black suit, his jacket casually draped over his arm, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

Wen Mu recognized that model. She had chosen the same one when she was choosing a gift for Wen Zhiyuan on Father's Day last year.

16 million, limited to 7 pieces worldwide.

In the end she didn't buy it - she was poor.

Wen Mu frowned, feeling that he was not here to do good things.

The phone suddenly vibrated and the voice call displayed "Lgnis".

She looked up and met Song Xingran's playful gaze.

He held up his phone, a naughty smile on his thin lips.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Wen Mu answered: "What?"

His low chuckle came from the receiver, mixed with the sound of electricity, which was tingling in the ears.

"I'm here to take you home, my financial sponsor."

The author has something to say:

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Master Song = Brother An Shuang [evil smile] [evil smile]