Chapter Thirteen: Can we keep our relationship private for now?
In the early morning, the fluttering of sparrows on the telephone poles, accompanied by the sounds of students reading aloud, echoed throughout the campus. Because of the recent rains, the ground was covered with flower petals, a romantic sight spread across the damp playground.
After arriving at school, Song Nian'an ran into Cheng Letian, who had a gossipy look on his face and wanted to hear about his love story with Wen Jing.
Under the bright sunshine, the powerful slogans of the students from the School of Physical Education echoed across the playground as they did their morning exercises.
Suddenly, a figure blocked Song Nian'an's path.
"Um, I'm a senior in the sports department, is it convenient for me to add you on WeChat?" The young man had a few beads of sweat on his face, and his youthful energy shone brightly in the sunlight.
As Song Nian'an watched the runners, she began to imagine whether Wen Jing's morning run was also like this, carrying the breath of youth and sweating in the morning light.
"Classmate? Classmate!"
Seeing Song Nian'an's infatuated expression, Cheng Letian assumed he had fallen for her and said to the young man, "Married woman, don't bother me."
The deliveryman gave an awkward smile, "Sorry," and turned to leave.
"Song Nian'an! Are you staring at this handsome guy in a daze?!" Cheng Letian shook his shoulder, trying to wake his brother who had been bewitched. "But you're married, you're married!"
Song Nian'an snapped out of her daze and quickly explained, "No, I didn't. I didn't even see his face clearly. Besides, who has Mr. Wen's stunning good looks?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Wen in my family can't take it anymore. So what's your WeChat nickname for each other? What do you two call each other at home? Husband? Wife? I'm drowning in this!"
Song Nian'an then realized that she didn't have her husband's WeChat at all!
No note.
Cheng Letian was stunned. "What? His name is Wen Jing? That's so unromantic. I thought he was jealous when I saw him at Professor Wen's door the other day."
Song Nian'an was a little disappointed. Looking at the plastic track, she stopped and said, "It's not Wen Jing, it's that we didn't add each other on WeChat at all."
"So how do you guys usually communicate your feelings? Through telepathy? I didn't know there was such a superpower as spiritual love. Teach me some of these secrets, so I can get married without having to chat with girls!"
"Get the hell out of here, class is starting."
Song Nian'an was distracted throughout the day's classes, and she hadn't even sent WeChat messages for two days after receiving her marriage certificate, which was really unacceptable.
It's unclear whether Wen Jing is too busy with other things, or simply doesn't care about a minor role like his, or perhaps he has many other minor roles to choose from.
I'm so frustrated.
Back home, Song Nian'an threw down her schoolbag and went to her room to put on a fox mask and start her live stream.
The comments section exploded.
"A-Nian, is this the new room? It looks amazing!"
"Could it be that some sugar daddy is keeping you as a mistress?"
Song Nian'an sat cross-legged on the chair, turning left and right.
"A-Nian, stop spinning around. Aren't you happy? Why don't you sing us a song?"
Song Nian'an opened QQ Music and selected the accompaniment.
He sang with the most delicate voice and a melancholy expression.
"I am like a fish in your lotus pond, just to wait with you under the bright moonlight."
"Having traversed the four seasons, the lotus blossoms still exude fragrance, awaiting you as if you were in the middle of the water."
...
"Welcome to the live stream, Brother Blank Ranking Number One!"
"Brother Blank, you've come to listen to Ah-Nian sing too!"
"Brother Blank, Ah Nian seems unhappy. Can you cheer him up?"
Wen Jing received a notification on his phone while he was still in the office that Song Nian'an was live streaming. He didn't expect that when he clicked on it, he would hear...
Phoenix Legend.
Song Nian'an felt like she was on pins and needles, finding it very difficult to endure.
The appearance of Brother Blank always has a familiar feel to it, as if it has given him a sense of security in the online world.
"Want to play games, Blank Bro?"
He took the initiative to invite him.
The comments section exploded instantly.
"My ex-couple pairing is attacking me again. Last time, when A-Nian said he had someone he liked, I thought they had broken up!"
"Me too, upstairs lady, I'm going to swallow my key when I lock the door!"
Blank space typed in the live stream room, "Not typing, working."
"Sister, you even watch live streams while you're at work, that's true love!"
"Exactly! It must be one of those live stream notifications that I set up. I clicked on it as soon as it started streaming, not wanting to miss A-Nian!"
The comments section was flooded with messages, and Song Nian'an couldn't keep up. But for some reason, the more she watched, the more she missed Wen Jing.
She kept thinking to herself, "When will I see my husband again? I feel like I'm dying if I don't see him for a day."
Song Nian'an felt a void in his heart, a pain that even playing games couldn't fill! He hadn't even broken up with anyone, so what was there to be heartbroken about!
It's just that I miss my husband! I miss my husband! I miss my husband!
Wen Jing couldn't stop smiling in his office. Although he still had a lot of things to do, he longed to go back and spend time with his new love, his beautiful wife.
After handing over some documents to his assistant, Wen Jing hurried home.
Song Nian'an was singing in her room, lost in her emotions, and didn't hear Wen Jing return.
When Wen Jing knocked on the door, Song Nian'an looked up and saw him. It was like eating an ice-cold watermelon in summer; the gloom vanished, and she couldn't stop smiling.
"You're back?" His voice trailed off with a smile, quick yet gentle, like a cat tickling Wen Jing's heart.
Oh no, the live stream wasn't turned off!
“Did you hear that? Someone knocked on the door. Anian’s expression changed.”
"Sister, I study micro-expressions, and Ah Nian is in a relationship!"
"That's it, Brother Blank is completely doomed!"
...
A familiar voice came from outside the door, asking slowly, "Live streaming?"
Song Nian'an suppressed her racing heart and quickly ended the live stream without reading the barrage of questions from the chat.
Wen Jing walked in, pinned Song Nian'an against the wall, and kissed her masked face with an evil expression.
"Today's cosplay is quite unique, isn't it? Want to try something different?"
Song Nian'an hunched his shoulders, his back pressed against the wall, unable to move. He was both scared and nervous.
The ambiguous tug-of-war reached its extreme, and the distance between their hearts grew closer and closer until they were completely pressed together.
Wen Jing used his mouth to remove his mask. "Little fox, did you miss me today?"
Song Nian'an's pupils dilated nervously, her face flushed, and she stammered, "No... I... I studied very diligently throughout the day..."
Inner monologue: [I'm going crazy thinking about it. Your face is my medicine, your scent is poison. I can't sleep without you!]
"Pfft!" Wen Jing couldn't help but chuckle; the kid's inner thoughts actually rhymed quite well.
That smile was so captivating that Song Nian'an was stunned again, yet still had no idea what he was smiling about.
Wen Jing's tall figure enveloped Song Nian'an, and she was bewitched in his arms, enjoying the sensation with her eyes closed.
He picked up Song Nian'an's phone and saw that the screensaver was his own photo from Baidu Baike (Chinese Wikipedia), so he couldn't help but tease him.
"Love sickness? Quenching thirst by looking at plums?" The teasing tone left Song Nian'an speechless.
Wen Jing loosened his suit and tie, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and sat down on the stool, saying to Song Nian'an, "Come on up."
Song Nian'an walked up shyly and sat on the front of Wen Jing's lap, only to be pulled back by Wen Jing.
"Come on, let's take a group photo, smile."
While Song Nian'an was completely bewildered, Wen Jing kissed her cheek and took a picture.
"No, this doesn't count. My photo isn't good." Song Nian'an reached out to grab the phone.
He didn't want to appear in Wen Jing's photo album looking so silly and cute.
Wen Jing's arms are very long, and the lines and bulging muscles when he is in a conscious state make people fantasize even more.
Good heavens, this is terrible!
Seeing Song Nian'an's flustered expression, Wen Jing returned the phone to her. Just as Song Nian'an was about to take the phone back, Wen Jing pulled his hand back, paused, and said, "But you have to make this phone useful, for example, add your husband on WeChat."
His heart was bursting with joy at that very moment. [The iron tree has finally blossomed! The old man has finally seen the light!]
No matter how much his heart was pounding, his expression remained blank. "Okay, I'll add it right away."
After all that commotion, it was quite late by the time the two of them were in bed.
Compared to their bewilderment last night, they lay together more naturally today.
Wen Jing was a little tired today, and his breath showed signs of fatigue. He turned to his side and hugged Song Nian'an, falling asleep almost immediately.
Song Nian'an asked cautiously, "Um, could I... please not make our relationship public? I mean, for the time being, please don't make it public?"
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