Chapter Thirty-Four: The Perfect Tonic Soup?
As soon as the door closed, Song Nian'an's expression changed.
Wen Jing grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs.
Are you angry again?
Song Nian'an lowered her head and said, "No."
【What do you mean? Do you think I get angry so easily? Besides, Li Wanru keeps coming to see you for no reason, making things difficult for me and telling me to get lost. So what if I get angry?】
Wen Jing smiled, and his little deer began to complain again, his words contradicting his true feelings.
As soon as she entered the bedroom, Song Nian'an shook off his hand and sat on the bed in a huff.
He sat there for ages, but Wen Jing didn't come over to comfort him.
Song Nian'an kept glancing at the person behind her out of the corner of her eye, growing increasingly uneasy.
[How can men change so quickly? One second they're showing off their love in front of others, the next they're completely ignoring them after closing the door and going upstairs!]
Song Nian'an turned around abruptly and found Wen Jing playing on his phone!
"Why...why are you ignoring me!"
"You were the one who went upstairs and ignored me, and even shook off my hand."
Good heavens, doesn't shaking my hand prove I'm angry? Don't you need to coax someone when they're angry?
Song Nian'an glanced at Wen Jing's phone. It was Candy Crush!
It closed in 2000...
How long must he be to play this game?
"Alright, that hurdle is cleared." Wen Jing locked his phone and put it aside, then casually put his arm around Song Nian'an's shoulder and asked, "What interesting things were you talking about downstairs just now?"
Song Nian'an looked up at those bottomless black eyes and inexplicably became even angrier.
【Interesting? I must be incredibly bored to have an interesting conversation with Li Wanru!】
"Okay, Wen Jing, what do you really think of Li Wanru? I don't want her coming over every now and then to throw money at me and make me leave. I haven't even slept with her yet, and she's already thinking about replacing me with the next one."
Seeing that the little guy was finally telling the truth, Wen Jing kissed him and said, "Then let's sleep first, and we'll think about the rest later."
Sleep first? What exactly did I say? Song Nian'an blurted it out without thinking, and now she's in big trouble.
He quickly pushed Wen Jing aside like a rabbit and crawled under the covers, pulling the blanket over his head to hide and avoid embarrassment.
"Pull back the covers." Wen Jing stood in front of the bed, unable to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, yet not wanting to frighten Song Nian'an.
"My dear little teacher."
"Song Nian'an".
"Wife."
"Baby."
Song Nian'an felt a chill run down her spine; she could feel his long, drawn-out breaths even through his neck.
She didn't know how the blanket was torn and pulled open. "Baby, open your eyes and look at me," Wen Jing's voice was like a love potion, bewitching Song Nian'an so much that she had no choice but to obey.
Wen Jing stroked Song Nian'an's head and began to explain:
“Li Wanru is my cousin. She’s been close to my grandma since we were little. When I’m busy, she always keeps her company, chatting, drinking tea, and arranging flowers. As you know, my grandma doesn’t usually get along with the other uncles and elders in the Wen family, so having a cousin to keep her company, take care of her, and fulfill my filial duty is very kind of me.”
Song Nian'an nodded, her long eyelashes trembling.
"But my relationship with her is just that of a cousin. I have never had any romantic feelings for her, and I would never let her dictate or arrange my future life or partner. In this world, besides the person I, Wen Jing, want to marry, who can force me?"
"So now, have you slept with her?"
With sincere honesty, simple and straightforward language, and a gentle voice, Song Nian'an pulled Wen Jing close and hugged him.
A murmured voice said, "Hmm, go to sleep."
These words sent a jolt through Wen Jing's spine, and before he could react, a warm kiss landed on Song Nian'an's lips, leaving him no room to back away.
He heard Wen Jing's somewhat disordered breathing, which was very sexy and completely different from her usual self-disciplined demeanor.
Song Nian'an gradually slumped down. If today... it really would be... then he...
Wen Jing stopped at the crucial moment.
She nuzzled Song Nian'an's nose and said, "Grandma's soup hasn't been drunk yet, it'll spoil tomorrow."
Song Nian'an picked up a pillow and covered Wen Jing's face. Wen Jing was so handsome that Song Nian'an didn't know whether to blame him for being insensitive or praise him for not wasting food when he suggested drinking soup at this moment.
Wen Jing saw through Song Nian'an's little scheme, picked him up from behind, and put him on the ground, saying, "It's bound to happen sooner or later, no rush."
Song Nian'an took a deep breath and said, "Okay."
[You pulled the covers off, and you said everything. Is this what middle-aged romance is like? You're responsible for the soup but not for me? You flirt with me and then run away! I'll ruin it sooner or later!]
Wen Jing didn't say anything, but divided the soup into portions and put them in bowls. Song Nian'an stood to the side, quietly eating dragon fruit, with a little red juice on her lips.
Dragon fruit is really sweet. Song Nian'an puffed out her cheeks and ate it very seriously, like a little white rabbit.
He would rather eat fruit at night than drink soup, which is high in cholesterol, even if it's given to him by his grandmother.
Song Nian'an looked at Wen Jing drinking soup with a puzzled expression, but finally asked the question that had been on her lips.
Why does Grandma like to make soup for you so much?
Wen Jing paused, looked away, lowered his eyes, and finished the soup in the bowl in one gulp before slowly speaking.
“When I was little, my mother liked to make soup for me. After my mother passed away, my grandmother felt sorry for me, so she has been making soup for me ever since. She used to bring it to me, but now that she has difficulty walking, Li Wanru is the one who runs it for her.”
In the Wen family mansion, one must be cautious in every aspect, and there are only one or two people who truly care about him.
When Wen Jing was still a child and had to be on his own, all his grandmother could do was make him a soup.
After all, the price of growth is loss. To become someone like Wen Jing must be very lonely.
Song Nian'an knew that Wen Jing was not close to the Wen family when he was a child, especially Wen Jing's father, who kept a mistress outside and eventually brought back an illegitimate child, which made Wen Jing's mother die of anger.
Mr. Wen was always busy managing the Wen family's various businesses, big and small, while only his grandmother took care of him.
At that moment, Song Nian'an looked at Wen Jing with a grin and said, "How about I make you soup from now on?"
He felt a little embarrassed as he spoke, his eyes shining, and he got up to clear the table, muttering to himself, "So that Li Wanru won't have to bring me here every time. I feel so uncomfortable just looking at him. Besides, taking care of my husband is something I should do. Don't worry, I'll go chat with Grandma when I don't have classes, take her to the park, and buy her pretty clothes. I'm a college student, I have plenty of time and experience, I guarantee I'll be more attentive than a nanny."
Now there's another person living in the house, it's hard to explain.
Wen Jing sometimes felt that the voice in her head was very noisy, but she still did what Song Nian'an wanted in secret.
I've gotten used to this kid's hypocrisy.
I'm content with living like this.
Song Nian'an picked up the soup box, ready to study how the soup was made. The ingredients for the soup base made his heart skip a beat, as if a stone had fallen from his heart.
Goji berries, Cistanche deserticola, Cuscuta chinensis, mutton, hen meat, bull penis, dog penis...
There were also some Chinese herbs he didn't recognize...
He shakily picked up his phone and searched on Baidu. The soup's effects and benefits included warming the kidneys and strengthening yang, nourishing essence and replenishing marrow. It could treat symptoms such as kidney deficiency weakness, general weakness, impotence, premature ejaculation, etc., caused by kidney deficiency...
Could it be that even his grandmother knows about him... his problem?
No wonder they deliver soup so frequently!
"You..." Wen Jing wanted to explain, but the heat all over his body made him feel uneasy.
Song Nian'an looked at Wen Jing, whose face had turned red to her neck for the first time, and then looked at the soup ingredients.
Oh no, I overdid it and now I have a sore throat.
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