Chapter 46 Money and power have no effect on some cat spirits
Song Nian'an: ...It's a cat we just brought back, named Zhihua.
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Send a few pictures to prove their pure marital relationship.
Assistant Xiaoya: Wait a minute, I just saw that Mr. Wen has... well, it looks like an insect bite on the right side of his neck?
Song Nian'an: Hey, that bug is me.
During this period, Song Nian'an woke up every morning following Wen Jing's biological clock, waking up on her own at the appointed time.
Wen Jing, who unexpectedly overslept, gave up her disciplined morning run today and chose to stay in bed for five minutes.
This made Song Nian'an, who had already woken up naturally, feel extremely unbalanced.
After several unsuccessful attempts to get him to sleep with her, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
"You're quite the actor, Mr. Wen," Song Nian'an said, rubbing the veins on his neck with her fingers. She then leaned over and hugged him tightly. "Mr. Wen has a special morning call today." She then took a bite of his lips.
Wen Jing let out a distorted gasp from his throat, then rolled over with him in his arms, the two sharing each other's breath in an extremely intimate position.
"You're getting more and more daring."
"Good morning, Mr. Wen. Time for your morning run."
Touching the teeth marks on her neck, she looked in the mirror, then recalled the incident, and said with a smile, "The wake-up service was too harsh; don't do it again next time."
All I could hear were endless exclamations and the pounding of my heart, along with the heartfelt declaration that kept repeating, "I love my husband so much."
Nothing is more delightful than waking up to this butterflies-in-your-heart love.
Besides, "Meow~"
Song Nian'an immediately released her arms from Wen Jing and comforted the boy who had fallen out of favor yesterday:
"Daddy's here. I'll go get you some milk and cat food. Come on, let's go downstairs first."
After changing their clothes, they each carried a cat and walked out of the room.
When they parted, the cat lay on its dad, looking at Wen Jing with a defiant gaze and a very arrogant expression.
This was the first time Mr. Wen realized that money and power had no effect on certain feline spirits.
During breakfast, Song Nian'an briefly discussed the day's arrangements and itinerary, implying that she wouldn't be going to Nian's company today and that Nian's best to focus on her work.
Today, Wen Jing had time to personally take Song Nian'an to school. In the car, Song Nian'an was still looking at a guide to raising felines, which made Wen Jing quite annoyed.
Just then, Cheng Letian called.
"Anzai, my dad has two tickets to the PUBG finals. Our company is a sponsor, so the front row seats are amazing. Want to come with us?"
"I need to consult my supervisor first."
"Go away, you're disgusting."
Song Nian'an looked at Wen Jing and nodded before replying with relief:
"The leader has approved it."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Jing asked, "You didn't even ask your husband if he had any tickets before running off with someone else."
Song Nian'an thought to herself, "Even if I have a ticket, I won't sit with you. I don't want to end up trending on social media."
Wen Jing thought of something and asked, "Aren't you a streamer too? Maybe someone will recognize you and some big fan will chase you to your doorstep."
This statement was made with composure, as if stating a given fact rather than a hypothetical guess.
Song Nian'an smiled, but after smiling, she did not answer his question directly.
He couldn't help but think to himself: "Blank wouldn't have the leisure to watch a live stream, let alone recognize me. There are so many audience members here; it's definitely not a coincidence. Besides, he's never shown his face before, so he definitely wouldn't know that Anian is him."
Song Nian'an was a little unsure how to respond: "I'm just a casual streamer, I don't have many fans."
"Oh, really?" He dragged out the last syllable, as if joking, "Then I'll watch your next live stream."
Song Nian'an forced an angelic smile at Wen Jing.
A miscalculation, a complete miscalculation...
If you saw this, it would be terrible.
The car drove into the campus and stopped at the entrance of the teaching building.
Having gotten up early today, with half an hour to go before the first class, Song Nian'an said goodbye to Wen Jing and walked through the bustling crowd, intending to rest on a bench in the grove first.
At the same time that Song Nian'an saw Wen Siyan, he also saw Song Nian'an.
Wen Siyan was clearly more nervous than Song Nian'an, because Shen Zhuangyue was standing next to him, and Song Nian'an recognized her at a glance even though she was wearing a mask and sunglasses.
For about half a second, Song Nian'an's expression didn't change much, until he walked over to greet Professor Wen, ignored Shen Zhuangyue beside him, and went straight into the back door of the teaching building.
Shen Zhuangyue didn't feel embarrassed at all. She tightened her grip on Wen Jing's arm. "Wen Siyan, you can't take him away from me."
After Wen Siyan continued to invest in her company, she had more opportunities to interact with this big boss.
After several encounters, Wen Siyan gradually let go of his previous reservations and accepted her. Whenever he attended an important occasion, he would invite Shen Zhuangyue as his female companion.
She would dress up every day and come to the school to deliver something as a token of her affection.
This gave Shen Zhuangyue the feeling that she was the one who had been promoted to the position of official wife.
She secretly rejoiced, thinking that once she entered the Wen family, the rest would just be a matter of whose husband was more powerful. She could help Wen Siyan obtain more resources and connect with more people, while Song Nian'an would be confined to school, unable to contribute to Wen Jing's career development—that was her advantage.
How could Wen Siyan not know such a small thing? In the end, it's just a relationship of mutual exploitation.
As Song Nian'an hurriedly climbed the stairs, his sense of crisis intensified; his appearance undoubtedly accelerated the plot of the book.
What's even more terrifying is that the story is no longer unfolding as planned, and the path ahead is completely unknown.
Wen Siyan's ambition continues to grow.
The corpse he finally trampled under his feet was Wen Jing.
This feeling sent a shiver down Song Nian'an's spine. After spending every day and night together, Wen Jing was no longer just a handsome "husband" in his heart. He was now a real person beside him, a legally married couple on their marriage certificate, and someone who had fallen into his heart.
What should I do? What should I do?
"What are you thinking about, standing at the top of the stairs?" Cheng Letian suddenly grabbed Song Nian'an's butt.
"Are you serious? You're using so much force. It hurts." Song Nian'an frowned as she looked at her elusive childhood friend.
"You're blocking the hallway, bro. Besides, it was just a little scratch on the butt, you can't even touch it?" Cheng Letian couldn't help but laugh, his hands in his pockets as he walked sideways up the stairs. "Yeah, only Mr. Wen can touch your butt. Excuse me for now."
"You...don't you have any bottom line?!" Song Nian'an chased after him in a big stride. What kind of manners do you have? All you do is tease me.
After the two sat down, Song Nian'an couldn't resist retorting, "Guess what, if I tell President Wen that you pinched my butt, will President Wen try to trip up your dad's company?"
"You, Song Nian'an, you're using your position for personal gain!"
Song Nian'an imitated a tiger, opening his mouth wide to reveal his sexy fangs, and grabbing at it with both hands.
"Class, let's begin."
Students, please stand up and say hello to the teacher.
Song Nian'an lifted Cheng Letian's stool up, and Cheng Letian plopped down on the ground.
Howling.
Song Nian'an suppressed a laugh.
"I know the students are happy to attend my class, but this student is the first to be so happy that he sat down on the floor."
Cheng Letian stood up and glared at Song Nian'an: How shameless!
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