Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Female Lead's Fate is Truly Bizarre
Song Nian'an's sweet dream this morning was awakened by Cheng Letian's barrage of WeChat calls.
In his dream, Song Nian'an held Wen Jing and took a deep breath. The fresh and comforting scent made him unable to resist nibbling at Wen Jing's neck, and then he pressed him down beneath him...
I woke up with a start, "Hey..."
"I have no way to repay your life-saving grace yesterday. My dad said that President Wen personally drove me back. He didn't even know when I got involved with him, and he praised me a lot!"
Cheng Letian took a sip of water and continued, "Get to school early. I'm furious about those bastards who tricked me into going to the bar yesterday. I'm going to kill them!"
"good.."
Song Nian'an mumbled an agreement, then threw down the phone, wanting to return to his daydreams.
Wen Jing's voice came from beside the bed: "Today is the first day back from holiday. You have class this morning. You were still dreaming and you're already late."
...
Song Nian'an got up embarrassedly, "No... I didn't dream, I just wanted to stay in bed."
This statement has a bit of a "protesting too much" feel to it.
He was a restless sleeper, and his legs were a little numb when he got up. He dragged his heavy body to grab a piece of clothing, closed his eyes, and prepared to put it over his head.
Huh? Where are the clothes? They're not in my hand anymore.
Song Nian'an squinted and saw that the clothes were in Wen Jing's hands. Wen Jing hung the clothes back in the closet and then took a gray tracksuit and stuffed it into his arms. "Wrong size, wife." His tone was a little angry.
"You're wearing an M, and the L you just got is mine."
Song Nian'an felt that "wrong number" sounded a bit awkward.
After changing clothes and going downstairs, I noticed that Wen Jing looked a little different today. She was wearing a simple T-shirt and casual pants, which made her look clean and young, and more casual and natural than a suit and shirt.
He was practically drooling on his face.
"You like it?" Wen Jing looked at him with a half-smile.
“Of course.” Song Nian’an’s voice was a little muffled. He cleared his throat. “Very handsome.”
I don't just like it, I'm absolutely smitten! This face has made my heart flutter to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean!!!
"Alright, let's set some rules." Wen Jing's smile faded, and he became serious.
He tapped on the table, signaling Song Nian'an to come over.
Wen Jing asked, "What's your relationship with Cheng Letian?"
"Good...good buddy?" Song Nian'an finished speaking, glanced at Wen Jing, realized his mistake, and quickly corrected himself: "Friend!"
Song Nian'an sensed that Wen Jing was about to bring up yesterday's grievances, and her expression turned particularly obedient.
"I have no problem with you standing up for your friends even if it means going to great lengths for them, but haven't you become a bit too restless since you got married?"
Song Nian'an dared not utter a sound, and could only look at Wen Jing with a pitiful expression, trying to gain sympathy.
It is indeed quite troublesome.
Seeing his flirtatious grin, Wen Jing chuckled and pulled his face closer, flicking his forehead: "It was late yesterday, so I told you to rest first without saying anything. But, with Wen Siyan and now Zhou Liang, if I don't put a tight rein on you, you won't know how powerful your master is!"
Song Nian'an said, "Ah."
He responded with a single word, pretending not to understand.
He complained inwardly:
Wen Jing was actually teasing him when he said that, but he was still angry and needed to let it all out.
Wen Jing asked him, "Who's the most handsome?"
Song Nian'an then realized that the old man had been jealous and even acted like a child, trying to outdo each other in handsomeness.
He playfully stuck out his tongue, pretended to think for a long time, and then began to analyze in detail: "In terms of appearance and temperament alone, you are definitely more handsome, Mr. Wen. But Professor Wen is young and capable, while Zhou Liang is a bit inferior to you. He's a bit of a scoundrel, but he's very successful and shrewd."
"you..."
Wen Jing never imagined that the gentle little deer would one day act so mischievously, and his face turned ashen with anger.
"But then," Song Nian'an deliberately raised her voice and leaned closer, "I can't see anyone else, I only like the person in front of me."
Wen Jing wrapped his arms around Song Nian'an's waist and lifted him onto the table. He grabbed Song Nian'an's wrists and pressed half of his body down. Even in this situation, Song Nian'an still fearlessly said, "Old man in front of me."
"At such a young age, you're already doing bad things. What are you thinking about all day long? Do you think I'm old?"
Song Nian'an's waist was grabbed, and the touch of fingers made him want to escape.
With a nimble movement of his bottom and a push of his feet, he slid off the table.
She picked up a piece of bread, turned around, and said goodbye to Wen Jing: "Going to class now, honey."
He quickly closed the door and got into the car.
Seeing his hurried appearance, the driver assumed Mr. Song was going to be late for class, so he quickly started the car and drove off.
Wen Jing smiled; he was getting more and more disobedient, and his little deer was starting to grow a fox tail.
Song Nian'an in the car happily shook her head. Her darling husband was jealous of another man. Wasn't that a wonderful thing?
He took out his phone and sent Wen Jing an emoji.
Song Nian'an: Kitten Sticking Together.jpg
My dearest husband: smile.ipg
Song Nian'an: I love you.ipg
My dear little husband: smiling.jpg
Damn, can we chat now?
After arriving at school, Cheng Letian dragged Wen Jing aside and recounted what had happened the day before.
It turns out that yesterday at noon, a classmate had a birthday party and invited Cheng Letian to a bar to celebrate.
Upon hearing that there would be pretty girls, Cheng Letian readily agreed. He had originally planned to have Song Nian'an come along, but after hearing that Song Nian'an had a fever, Cheng Letian didn't message him.
Although Cheng Letian is not as handsome as Wen Jing, he is still a young master and a pure college student with outstanding temperament.
Going to places like bars can certainly attract some attention.
When his classmates led him to a booth, he realized something was wrong. The people sitting in front of him weren't beautiful women at all; they were clearly two old men.
One of the classmates calmly explained, "This is Dad, and this is Uncle."
Cheng Letian was a bit slow-witted and didn't investigate the authenticity of this father and uncle much. He just cut the cake and opened the champagne to celebrate with them.
Only now did I realize something was wrong. "I've been going to business banquets with my dad since I was a kid, drinking all the time. There's no reason I'd pass out after just one glass of champagne! Those bastards drugged me!"
Cheng Le gritted his teeth in anger, rushed up to Song Nian'an, and said, "If you hadn't come, I might have been violated by those two old men!"
He pulled Song Nian'an along, preparing to confront the two classmates, but Song Nian'an stopped him.
"You didn't take any photos or have any evidence at the time, so what are you going to use to confront them? If you go to them, the whole school will just know that you almost lost your virginity at the bar."
Song Nian'an calmly analyzed the situation for him and then said, "You definitely won't be the first one they tricked into going to the bar. They must have a very mature business chain for this kind of scheme, which is something the two of us can't handle."
As she spoke, she thought of what Wen Jing had said last night: that she had a powerful backer behind her.
Cheng Letian couldn't swallow this insult. "So I'm just going to suffer this loss in silence?"
Song Nian'an rolled her eyes: "You weren't vigilant enough, so you deserved to be drugged. Just because someone says they're your father doesn't mean they are. I'm still your father."
"Your dad my foot, I'm off to class." Cheng Letian said angrily and ran ahead.
There's definitely something going on with this bar and Zhou Liang. It's best to stay away from them, Song Nian'an muttered to herself.
The first class in the morning was noisy and crowded with people.
The male students all thought they were hallucinating, and they all crowded around the door, making the corridor completely blocked.
After squeezing for quite a while, Song Nian'an finally managed to peek out.
"This is the crew of 'It's My Girl' filming! I never thought I'd see my goddess in my lifetime!"
"Holy crap, did you guys see that? She glanced this way! I'm going to die!"
"She's absolutely gorgeous! She's like a goddess descended from heaven! She's beautiful, has long legs, and a huge bust."
Hmph, the female lead Shen Zhuangyue, what a small world!
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