Chapter Eleven: I've been deceived now; I've been tricked into marriage.
After getting out of the car, Wen Jing straightened his suit jacket, patted Song Nian'an's collar, and reluctantly pecked him on the lips before leading Song Nian'an back to the villa.
On their first day as newlyweds in their new home, Song Nian'an excitedly rubbed her hands together with her handsome and charming husband.
Song Nian'an lay on the unfamiliar large bed, excitedly tossing and turning while hugging the quilt. Is this the scent of a man? This perfume smells so wonderful. He sorted out his thoughts from the past few days, feeling as if he were dreaming. He could actually sleep while holding his dear husband.
Wen Jing's gentle voice came from beside her, "You rest for a while first, I'll have a meeting in the study. By the way, there's a separate small room next door, prepared especially for you. If you feel bored, you can go over there and get familiar with it."
"Um... thank you, Mr. Wen..." Song Nian'an's eyes were bright beneath her long, curled eyelashes, and her lips were pink and tender. She pouted and nodded, looking so petite.
My husband is so considerate! Wow~ I feel so free to fly in your heart~
A song unconsciously began to play in my mind.
Hearing the noise, Wen Jing closed the door and went to a meeting. "Why do young people listen to Phoenix Legend too?"
Song Nian'an was immersed in a wave of happiness, his heart pounding like a deer's. He opened the wardrobe and saw that Wen Jing had prepared various styles of casual and sportswear for him, including sneakers, socks, and baseball caps. He casually grabbed a gray casual outfit and changed into it.
He hummed a little tune as he opened the door to the small study next door. It was the e-sports room he had always dreamed of, and his dream had come true!
On the corner table were two computers, one with a black keyboard and the other with a pink keyboard, an ergonomic chair, a water-cooled case, and a live-streaming webcam!
Holy crap, I'm so excited I'm practically swearing.
The cabinet above the monitor was filled with figurines and dolls, and with the ambient lighting on, it was practically Song Nian'an's paradise!
There's also a portable shelf under the table, stocked with potato chips, potato chips, and Chips Ahoy!
Thai pants are hot.
But how could Wen Jing know that he liked playing video games?
It's not surprising, considering how cautious the big shot is; he must have investigated her background before getting married.
"Mr. Wen, are you listening? Mr. Wen..."
Wen Jing was distracted by Song Nian'an's thoughts beside him. He had investigated Song Nian'an's preferences and specially customized the e-sports room. It seemed that Song Nian'an liked it.
"Mr. Wen, what do you think of that new movie you invested in...?"
Song Nian'an: Do you want to sneak a peek at my handsome husband's meeting? Would it be inappropriate to just walk in?
Would he dislike me if I disturbed his work?
But bringing him water is considered considerate?
Song Nian'an took the water and walked to the door of the study, only to find that the door was not closed.
Only then did I realize that Wen Jing was dressed very formally; the black suit jacket looked extremely...A on him!
Unexpectedly, starting with the eyebrows, then the eyes, the bridge of the nose, the lips, the jawline, and the fair neck, Song Nian'an swallowed hard.
During the meeting, her dark eyes looked even more profound beneath her thick eyelashes.
She's already married to such a perfect man, so is it really okay to do things that are only allowed after marriage...?
Wen Jing gave a brief explanation to his secretary on the other end of the meeting and then ended the video conference.
They looked up, their eyes meeting.
"Oh my god, he saw me! What should I do? Wait a minute, I'm not a thief. He didn't lock the door himself, and I'm right here in my marital home! Why am I feeling guilty? But the way my husband is looking at me... something's... lustful?"
Wen Jing beckoned, and Song Nian'an walked over.
Wen Jing naturally pulled the person up, letting him sit on his lap, resting his head on Song Nian'an's shoulder, and said in a low voice...
"Next time you want to come in, you don't need to bring water, just come in directly." Light kisses landed on her neck, and Song Nian'an was instantly overwhelmed.
Wen Jing took Song Nian'an's hand and ran it over her eyebrows, eyes, and mouth, saying, "You can touch these whenever you want, anytime."
"Something terrible has happened! My husband made me hard after kissing me!"
Wen Jing chuckled when he heard Song Nian'an say that.
He put one arm around Song Nian'an's waist and took out an agreement from the drawer with the other.
"Take a close look at this agreement yourself. If there are any clauses you don't understand or that are not clearly written, you can tell me," Wen Jing said, tossing a pen over.
The words "Marriage Agreement" were conspicuous and barbed, making Song Nian'an's heart skip a beat.
This agreement was like a bucket of ice water, waking Song Nian'an from her blushing embarrassment.
Song Nian'an jumped off Wen Jing, hastily signed his name, and politely bowed to Wen Jing.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen. I'll go and rest now."
Wen Jing looked at Song Nian'an's behavior and wanted to hear what he was thinking and why he suddenly got angry.
But Song Nian'an's heart was filled with shock and sadness, and her mind went blank for a moment.
"Damn it! Handsome men are all bastards! They're all the same in the end!"
Wen Jing was shocked. Why are you scolding me?
[A marriage of convenience, so the Wen family won't force me into it! They'll use me and then throw me away like trash. Is this some kind of melodramatic soap opera plot playing out on me? Should I cry and beg them not to abandon me, or just pack my bags and leave?]
However... I'm just a nobody. Neither my looks nor my background are a match for him. We're really quite different. Someone of his stature definitely needs someone of equal social standing to spend his life with. Maybe we'll still have children to carry on the family line and inherit the business.
[I don't want to think about it anymore. It's already signed, Wen Jing. I'm not the clingy type. Let's go our separate ways and part ways amicably!]
After listening to his rambling, Wen Jing was certain that the guy was completely wrong. He signed without even looking at it, his mind filled with melodramatic scenarios. No wonder he misunderstood. Perhaps this was just the generation gap of being ten years apart.
Wen Jing walked into the bedroom and saw Song Nian'an curled up on the big bed like a caterpillar. He went over and sat on the edge of the bed, pulled back the blanket, and stared with great interest at the little caterpillar in front of him who dared not raise his head.
"If you're not confident, why did you sign it after just a quick look? You'll get scammed if you're this careless."
"I've been scammed! I've been tricked into marriage!"
In her anger, Song Nian'an accidentally voiced her true feelings, and secretly glanced at Wen Jing to see if he was still angry.
Wen Jing stroked his smooth hair, opened the marriage agreement, and began to read it aloud.
"First, if Mr. Wen Jing has any scandals or damages Mr. Song Nian'an's reputation or interests during the marriage, Mr. Song Nian'an will inherit the villa at No. 2 Gucheng Road."
"Second, all of Mr. Song Nian'an's living expenses after marriage shall be borne by Mr. Wen Jing."
"Third, if Mr. Wen Jing files for divorce from Mr. Song Nian'an for any reason, he will leave with nothing."
"Fourth, if Mr. Song Nian'an suffers any injustice, he has the right to terminate the agreement, file for divorce, and obtain compensation for emotional distress from Mr. Wen Jing."
Upon hearing this, Song Nian'an quickly interrupted Wen Jing, not letting him continue reading, "That's enough, Mr. Wen, that's not what I meant."
It's not some bullshit agreement about peacefully breaking up and quietly divorcing after only a few months of marriage! Oh my god, why am I so upset? My dear husband doesn't want me anymore.
The budding feelings in my heart, like a chick hatching from its shell, suddenly started dancing joyfully in my heart.
"This agreement is just to protect your interests. I don't want you to suffer because of marrying me, Nian'an." Wen Jing's deep voice was once again teasing Song Nian'an's heart.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I thought you were..."
Wen Jing cupped Song Nian'an's head in his hands. "Sorry isn't just something you say. Do you want me to teach you?"
Song Nian'an took the initiative to slip her hand under Wen Jing's armpit and embrace him.
Wen Jing felt a jolt of electricity, stimulating his nerves from his chest. He rubbed his nose against Song Nian'an's ear, his breath making Song Nian'an's ear turn red. "That's not enough, baby."
Song Nian'an instinctively tried to escape, but Wen Jing moved swiftly, twisting Song Nian'an's hands behind his back and forcing him to press his chest tightly against hers. Seeing the burning desire in Wen Jing's eyes, Song Nian'an's heart pounded wildly.
"Also, don't call me Mr. Wen anymore, call me 'husband'." After saying that, Wen Jing's breath gently brushed against Song Nian'an's face, and their two hot cheeks rubbed back and forth.
Song Nian'an suddenly felt that she had been completely won over.
This old man's kiss... how skilled he is! He must have had many relationships, huh.
Wen Jing hurriedly explained, releasing his lips, "I've only ever kissed you."
Song Nian'an: This is awesome!
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