Chapter 23 Dirty Thoughts
Wen Zhi's long eyelashes trembled violently, and for a moment he thought that Song Juelan had seen through his thoughts.
Was his gaze that obvious?
However, even though he was very tempted by the proposal, he always kept his public image in mind and would never actually lay a hand on his brother's coach.
He seemed startled by the blunt question, his eyes widening slightly as he shook his head: "That won't do."
Seeing Wen Zhi's startled expression, Song Juelan belatedly realized that he had said something strange.
He was secretly competing with Wen Zhi's former partner, which is why he wanted Wen Zhi to experience firsthand the difference between him and that person.
How could Ke Wenzhi be such a superficial person?
Song Juelan lowered her eyelids, a faint sense of regret and an inexplicable sense of resentment lingering in her heart.
The tour guide's enthusiastic voice came from the loudspeaker, cheering on the parents in the pool.
A few minutes later, another family finally made it to the finish line with great difficulty and won second place.
After everyone had finished the competition, the tour guide announced the top three families and presented them with prizes.
Little Tang, with her short legs, ran happily over to receive her award, and stood on the podium with her little chest puffed out.
However, the prize box for first place was too big; he couldn't even hold it with his arms outstretched, and he almost got crushed under the prize.
A burst of laughter came from below the stage. Song Juelan strode over, picked up the prize in one hand, and led Xiaotang down the stage with the other.
After placing the prize on the ground, Wen Zhi and Xiao Tang both gathered around, curiously examining the large gift box, wanting to know what was inside.
Song Juelan looked down at the two children, one big and one small, squatting beside the prize, chattering quietly. A soft feeling, which she herself did not realize, welled up in her heart.
A figure darted to his side and called out in a low voice, "Brother Song."
Song Juelan turned his head and saw Zhu Zhenghao looking furtive, winking at him.
He obediently moved two steps to the side: "What is it?"
"For the next event, could you go easy on us a bit?" Zhu Zhenghao rubbed his hands together. "Otherwise, people will think that we at the swimming pool deliberately took back all the prizes."
In the match just now, the rules said that props could be used, but Song Juelan and Wen Zhi won the match without using any props. Everyone accepted the defeat wholeheartedly and had no objections.
However, if Song Juelan wins first place in every event, there will definitely be people who feel unfairly treated.
Song Juelan frowned slightly, not immediately agreeing.
He wanted to make a good impression on Wen Zhi, so if he wanted to hold back, he had to hide his true strength.
But Zhu Zhenghao's concerns are not without merit.
After a moment's thought, he spoke solemnly, "I'll ask him."
Zhu Zhenghao's eyes widened once again.
No, is the Song Juelan he knows such an indecisive person?
On the other side, Wen Zhi and Xiao Tang were still squatting next to the prizes, touching and groping them.
Song Juelan turned around and walked over. His tall figure squatted down next to Wen Zhi, turned his head slightly, and said something in a low voice.
Then, Zhu Zhenghao saw Wen Zhi smile and nod, and whisper something in response.
Then Song Juelan stood up, walked back, and gave him a concise answer: "Okay."
Zhu Zhenghao replied weakly, "Thanks."
On the first day of the event, only one activity was arranged for everyone to warm up. After the competition, everyone was free to move around in the park.
Wen Zhi and Song Juelan accompanied Xiao Tang to experience all the rides in the park, and then had dinner at the park's restaurant before returning to the hotel.
On the way back, Song Juelan noticed that Wen Zhi seemed a little listless, as if she had exhausted all her energy, with her eyebrows and eyes slightly lowered.
A barely perceptible pang of heartache swept through him.
Even with him helping to look after Xiaotang, Wenzhi couldn't help but feel tired after a long day.
It's not hard to imagine how Wen Zhi has managed to raise Xiao Tang all these years on her own.
Back in her hotel room, Xiao Tang was still full of energy. She rushed into the bathroom, washed her hands with a dolphin-shaped faucet, and then plopped down on the coral-shaped sofa.
Song Juelan's gaze fell on Wen Zhi's pale face, and she asked softly, "Should I help him take a bath?"
Wen Zhi slowly raised her long eyelashes, glanced at Xiao Tang on the sofa, and shook her head: "No need to trouble you."
After a day of running around and playing, he didn't even have the strength to speak, but he thought that Song Juelan was also tired after a long day and probably didn't have much energy either.
He forced himself to stay awake, walked to the chair where the luggage was, slowly took out Xiaotang's pajamas from the canvas bag, and told Xiaotang to go take a shower.
The bathroom door closed, and soon the sound of running water could be heard from inside.
Song Juelan sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze unconsciously falling on the frosted glass of the bathroom.
Last time at Wen Zhi's house, he listened to the sound of water in the bathroom and watched Wen Zhi take good care of Xiao Tang.
The difference is that at this moment, one thought is becoming increasingly strong.
He wanted to share all of this with Wen Zhi.
Or rather... taking care of the father and son.
But to Wen Zhi and her son, he was just a stranger they had only recently met.
In what capacity could he take care of them?
Song Juelan slowly lowered her head, feeling as if something was blocking her heart, making her feel suffocated.
The bathroom door opened, and a little bundle of steam rolled out, happily pounced on the bed, and rolled around hugging a dolphin plush toy.
Before Song Juelan could raise her head, the bathroom door was closed again.
"Zhizhi is taking off her clothes!" Xiaotang, who had rolled around on the bed, suddenly sat up and pointed at the frosted glass with great curiosity, as if she had discovered a new continent.
Song Juelan paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up.
The frosted glass in the hotel room was so clear that you could almost see what people were doing in the bathroom.
A tall, slender figure stood under the showerhead. As she raised her arms, the white fabric fell away, revealing her snow-white skin and slim waist.
Song Juelan stared at it for a few seconds before suddenly lowering his head and covering Xiao Tang's round eyes.
The large, well-defined hand almost covered Xiao Tang's entire face. He thought Song Juelan was playing with him, so he giggled and kicked his legs wildly on the bed.
Even after hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Song Juelan's emotions had not calmed down. She sat on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone.
Suddenly, Wen Zhi's soft voice rang out from the bathroom, carrying the misty steam, gently entering her ears.
First, she called out Xiao Tang's name, but received no response. Then, she hesitated and called out Song Juelan's name.
"Juelan, could you get me my pajamas?"
Song Juelan's gaze swept over Xiao Tang, who was intently watching cartoons on the big bed, and he replied in a deep voice, "Okay."
He walked to the chair where the luggage was placed, took a set of pajamas from Wen Zhi's canvas bag, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked on the door.
The bathroom door handle clicked open, slowly revealing a small crack through which a hand, as white as jade, reached out.
The rising steam, carrying the fragrance of shower gel, wafted out, instantly permeating the surrounding air.
Song Juelan's gaze fell on the pale pink fingertips, and on a whim, his eyes followed the snow-white arm and, as if possessed, glanced into the depths of the mist.
Seemingly not expecting him to look inside so rudely, Wen Zhi was completely unprepared and didn't even have a towel on her.
That fair-skinned body came into view.
Water droplets rolled down her slender neck, delicate collarbone, and narrow waistline, leaving a shimmering trail before disappearing into the alluring area below her waist.
With just a fleeting glance, Song Juelan snapped back to reality and placed the pajamas in that hand.
"Thank you." Wen Zhi was completely oblivious to that extremely aggressive gaze, and after taking the pajamas, she closed the door again.
Song Juelan stood blankly at the door for a moment before walking back to the bedside, her brows unconsciously furrowed.
He couldn't explain why he had looked at it that way.
He clearly had no inappropriate feelings for Wen Zhi.
The bathroom door opened again, and Wen Zhi came out drying her hair. Her still-dripping black hair soaked the fabric on her shoulders, revealing the skin underneath.
His long eyelashes drooped wearily as he walked to the bedside. Just as he was about to lie down on the outside, Xiao Tang grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Zhizhi, I want to sleep here, okay?" Xiaotang asked sweetly, her round eyes blinking.
Wen Zhi was planning to have Xiao Tang sleep in the middle, with him and Song Juelan on either side, and patiently asked, "Why?"
"I want to sleep with the seashell princess!" Xiaotang pointed to the seashell nightlight on the bedside table, her eyes sparkling.
It was a beautiful princess with long, wavy golden hair, sitting inside an open seashell, with pearls beside her shimmering in the light.
It seems that in Xiaotang's heart, Princess Shell is more important than Brother Juelan.
Wen Zhi had no choice but to move over and sleep in the middle of the big bed.
"I'm going to sleep now." He pulled the covers over himself, leaving only half his face showing, said this to the two people beside him, one big and one small, and then closed his eyes.
Night had fallen, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the water park not far away had already closed, leaving only the Ferris wheel slowly turning.
Xiao Tang got sleepy after playing for a while, and obediently lay down on Wen Zhi's side, resting her little face on the crook of Wen Zhi's neck, smelling his fragrance, and entered a sweet dream.
Song Juelan put down her phone, which had been stuck on the home screen, and looked at the two people on the bed.
Soft light spilled down, covering them with a thin layer of golden gauze. Wen Zhi sank into the soft pillow, her breathing shallow and light, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with each breath.
Song Juelan stared at it motionless for a long time until the inexplicable irritation dissipated and his mind became clear.
At first, he only felt sympathy for Wen Zhi. Later, he had the idea of taking care of the father and son, but that was all.
He had no other dirty thoughts about Wen Zhi.
After convincing herself, Song Juelan quietly lifted the blanket and lay down on Wen Zhi's other side.
The bed was spacious enough to comfortably fit three adults. Wen Zhi and Xiao Tang didn't even take up half the bed, leaving him plenty of room.
However, Song Juelan lay down almost right up to the edge of the bed, keeping a distance from Wen Zhi.
He forced himself to clear his mind of distractions and closed his eyes, but he couldn't ignore the fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose and the soft breathing around his ears.
It wasn't until late at night that his consciousness gradually faded, as if he had fallen into the sea.
Suddenly a bright light appeared before my eyes, and the surrounding environment slowly changed. I seemed to be in the staff lounge of the swimming pool, sitting on that iron bunk bed.
A familiar, slender figure walked towards him, her steps light and slow, until she stopped in front of him.
Song Juelan raised his head and saw Wen Zhi's beautiful face. His pupils contracted slightly.
Wen Zhi was wearing his oversized black T-shirt, which barely covered his thighs, revealing two long, smooth, and dazzlingly white legs.
Those beautiful eyes were moist, her long eyelashes like delicate butterfly wings, and her voice was soft and clear: "You want to take care of me?"
Song Juelan's throat tightened at the sight before him, and without thinking about how Wen Zhi knew, he subconsciously nodded.
The next instant, his pupils dilated sharply, and his breathing stopped.
A slender, pale hand grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and lifted it up slightly, seemingly to make it easier to move around.
Then, that long leg straddled him, her knees sinking into the soft mattress, and she sat astride his lap, her soft body nestled into his arms.
The oversized T-shirt rode up because of this movement, barely covering anything.
"I have no one to rely on, from now on I only have you." Wen Zhi lowered her head and leaned on his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
The string of reason in Song Juelan's mind snapped completely.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and almost out of control, he gripped that tight, slender waist tightly, pressing her forcefully against him...
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Song Juelan suddenly opened his eyes in bed, his chest heaving violently.
It was pitch black all around, with only the faint light from the seashell lamp on the bedside table.
He was breathing rapidly, his heart was pounding wildly, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He dared not recall the chaos of his dream.
Just as I was about to get out of bed, I found myself holding a soft, warm body in my arms, the same feeling as in my dream.
He stiffened slightly, then slowly lowered his head, and the face, clearer than in his dream, came into view.
Wen Zhi had rolled into his arms at some point, her cheeks flushed with the rosy glow of sleep, pressed against his chest, her soft hair brushing against his chin.
Suddenly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, as if something hard was pressing against them and she groggily reached her hand into the blanket.
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When Shu Li woke up, she discovered that she had lost her memory.
Before her was a magnificent room, a spacious and soft wedding bed, and the boy next door she had secretly loved for a long time.
Shu Li blinked, feeling dizzy from the sudden happiness.
—He actually married my crush?!
The thought of living a sweet married life with my dream man is so appealing.
Shu Li pulled the blanket over her head and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
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Jin Lijun, a young and promising business tycoon, has striking features and is impeccably groomed.
For over twenty years, he had maintained his integrity and propriety. The only outrageous thing he had ever done was to lock up the young master of the Shu family, whom he had watched grow up.
The tie left red marks on the young master's fair and delicate wrist, and the large, iron-like hand gripped his slender waist. No matter how much Shu Li struggled, he could not escape the large bed.
Since then, whenever Shu Li sees him, she cries until she's dehydrated and cowers in the corner of the bed, too afraid to approach.
One day, Shu Li tripped and fell on the stairs at home, hitting her head.
Jin Lijun stayed by the bedside all night, and the next morning, the person in bed finally opened their eyes.
Her bright eyes widened, and she looked at him curiously like a newborn deer. After a moment, she covered herself with the blanket, as if she were crying.
Jin Lijun, as was his habit, lowered his eyes and tucked the blanket around him. Just as he was about to get up to pour water, his finger was grabbed.
The boy peeked out from under the covers, his soft cheek pressed against the boy's knuckles, and he smiled for the first time: "Brother—"
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After the young master of the Shu family went missing, many people were laughing at the Shu family.
She used to rely on knowing Jin Lijun for more than ten years and dreamed all day long about marrying her son to Jin Lijun and becoming an immortal. Now she has even lost her son.
A year later, news spread that the Shu family was going to hold a 20th birthday banquet for Shu Li, and everyone was talking about it.
Unexpectedly, the young master was found.
At the birthday party, everyone was shocked to see Jin Lijun, who never attended any banquets, appear beside Shu Li.
Jin Lijun, who usually has a cold and aloof demeanor and doesn't smile easily, stayed by Shu Li's side without leaving him for a moment, their fingers intertwined.
The young master pouted spoiledly: "You're pulling too hard!"
Jin Lijun lowered his deep-set eyes and indulgently rubbed his slender white fingers, but still did not let go.
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Shu Li discovered that her lover had very bad habits in bed.
The first step wasn't a kiss, but rather taking out a tie and trying to tie it around his wrist.
Shu Li angrily smacked Jin Lijun on the head, stopping him from tying her up.
The man with sharp features pursed his lips: "If I don't tie you up, you'll run away."
Shu Li earnestly promised not to run away.
Later, his fingers trembled so much that he couldn't hold the sheets, his eyes were red, and he hid in the corner of the bed without thinking twice.
A large hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him back down.
Jin Lijun's thin lips brushed against his earlobe, his voice low and husky: "You said you wouldn't run away."
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