Chapter 18 I can be the father of your child...
Wen Zhi almost doubted that there was something wrong with her ears.
High school...just graduated...
Isn't Song Juelan a college student?
He subconsciously looked up, his gaze sweeping over the man's well-defined face, broad, straight shoulders, and calm, deep black eyes, and the more he looked, the more bewildered he felt.
Thinking about it this way, it seems that Song Juelan really didn't say that he was a college student; it was all just his guess.
He never imagined that Song Juelan would be several years younger than him.
Wen Zhi, who was about to graduate from university, felt a little guilty.
In other words, all he's been lusting after these past few days is the "beauty" of a high school student.
That's utterly depraved.
Wen Zhi was tormented by her conscience. After a moment of silence, she smiled nonchalantly and asked, "You're so young to be doing summer jobs. Did your parents agree?"
The tone was as if he were talking to a relative's child.
Song Juelan least wanted to see Wen Zhi treat him like a child. His jawline tightened for a moment, his long, slender hands clenched into fists, and he said in a deep voice, "I'll be a freshman when school starts."
Wen Zhi knew this, of course, but to him, those who hadn't yet stepped onto the university campus were still high school students.
After learning that Song Juelan was not the same age as him, he unconsciously used the same tone he used when speaking to Xiaotang, continuing Song Juelan's words: "Study hard after you go to university."
Song Juelan's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his fists clenched tighter, and he remained silent.
For some reason, he hated the way Wen Zhi looked at him like he was a child.
He was taller and stronger than Wen Zhi, so he could not only protect Wen Zhi but also take good care of her and her son, instead of being a clueless child in Wen Zhi's eyes.
Song Juelan suppressed his inexplicable competitive spirit and lowered his head in silence.
After lunch, Song Juelan half-squatted in front of the sofa and applied an ice pack to Wen Zhi's injured foot one last time.
The redness and swelling have subsided considerably, leaving only a faint bluish tinge, and it looks much better now.
Wen Zhi sat on the sofa, looking down at the snail-shaped boy she had picked up, watching his careful movements, and reminding him of the precautions to take in the next few days.
He's definitely a child who hasn't been corrupted by society yet.
He smiled at Song Juelan and said, "Thank you, Juelan."
Song Juelan stood up, bent down to tidy up the ice packs on the table, and felt a little displeased with Wen Zhi's tone when coaxing the child, but also felt a secret pleasure because of this slightly intimate way of addressing her.
His ears turned slightly red, and he quickly replied, "No need."
Wen Zhi's foot was almost healed, and Song Juelan had no reason to stay any longer.
Before leaving, Xiaotang said she had something to give to Song Juelan and ran into her room.
After a while, he ran out, clutching a piece of paper tightly in his hand, and, with great effort, stood on tiptoe and held it high to hand it to Song Juelan.
Wen Zhi looked closely and realized that he had received this gift before.
It was the painting that Xiaotang drew in her art class.
However, the figure in the center of the picture has been changed to a tall, beast-like man.
"This is Brother Jue Lan!" Xiao Tang introduced again in her childish voice.
"Pfft..." Wen Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
No wonder the man in the painting is shirtless and taller than the tree next to him.
Like him, Xiao Tang saw Song Juelan without clothes a lot, and in Xiao Tang's eyes, Song Juelan was as tall as a big tree.
From this perspective, the painting is still very lifelike and vivid.
Wen Zhi sincerely praised, "It's beautifully painted."
Song Juelan's fingers paused slightly as he took the painting, and he looked down at it.
The person in the painting is him.
When Wen Zhi praised the painting as very beautiful, wasn't that essentially saying...?
Is he good-looking?
Song Juelan's lips curled up slightly; she found the painting much more pleasing to the eye.
He bent down and patted Xiaotang's head: "Thank you, I like it very much."
Xiao Tang's face flushed with joy, and her unseen tail twitched up: "You're welcome!"
After seeing Song Juelan out, Wen Zhi closed the door and sighed inwardly, remembering the truth she had only learned today.
I guess I'll feel guilty about going to the swimming pool from now on.
He went to the children's room, picked up his phone which he had forgotten next to his pillow, and saw that the dormitory group chat was buzzing with activity.
Scrolling to the top, you'll find He Jin mentioning that his cousin just finished the college entrance exam and plans to apply to their school.
The other two roommates are trying their best to persuade the student to leave, and they are complaining about the school, from the cafeteria where you can get food poisoning, to the water heater that always breaks down in winter, to the rats that gather on the roadside all day long.
Aside from the prestigious university title, there's practically nothing good about it.
Wen Zhi scrolled through the chat history in the group, her mind wandering.
He suddenly remembered that Song Juelan had just finished the college entrance examination and should also be considering applying to that school.
I wonder which city Song Juelan plans to go to.
The thought flashed through her mind, and Wen Zhi shook her head, feeling that she had been meddling a bit too much.
Scrolling down further, He Jin sighed in the group chat.
He Jin: [When we were little, he still had snotty noses and wanted me to play video games with him. Now he's graduated from high school.]
Ding Mingjun: [You two are so close! You can ask him to introduce you to some junior school girls later (evil grin)]
He Jin: [Get lost! Someone the same age as my cousin is like a little kid in my eyes. I can't bring myself to do it.]
He Jin: [Only frivolous people pursue freshman girls.]
Wen Zhi's expression stiffened slightly as she watched from outside the screen, feeling as if she had been shot for no apparent reason.
He typed heavily on the screen.
Wen Zhi: [Who said that? You're being prejudiced.]
Wen Zhi: [You talk like you can tell the difference between a high school student and a college student.]
Kids these days develop so well, who would have thought that a man with such a powerful aura had only just graduated from high school?
If he had known the truth earlier, he certainly wouldn't have been so blinded by lust to sign Xiaotang up for swimming lessons just to admire her body.
He Jin was inexplicably attacked and was somewhat confused.
After a moment of silence in the group, he thought about it and realized that he probably hadn't offended Wen Zhi recently, so he cautiously sent out a few words.
He Jin: [Who upset you again?]
On the other side, Wen Zhi had already turned off her phone in frustration.
He made up his mind that next time he would drop Xiaotang off at the swimming pool and leave without lingering.
However, the idea was dismissed in less than 24 hours.
The next day, Wen Zhi held Xiao Tang's hand and stood by the pool, staring at the scene before them, unable to look away.
With a splash, Song Juelan braced himself on the edge of the pool with one hand, the muscles in his shoulder and back bulging slightly from the effort, and deftly flipped himself ashore.
Water droplets rolled down his muscle lines; he had broad shoulders and a taut waist, a perfect inverted triangle physique.
Wen Zhi instantly forgot about yesterday's thoughts, her gaze following a drop of water, quickly sweeping over Song Juelan's hair, chest muscles, and then his firm waist and abdomen.
After spending the night at his house, the two became more familiar with each other. Song Juelan nodded to him and prepared to take Xiaotang to class.
Wen Zhi then remembered that he had planned to sign up for the swimming pool activity today, and quickly called out to Song Juelan, asking him where to fill out the registration form.
As always, Song Juelan was not very familiar with these trivial matters. He looked around and waved to Zhu Zhenghao, who was not far away.
When Zhu Zhenghao saw him waving, he ran over without saying a word, as if Song Juelan was the boss here.
He greeted Wen Zhi and Xiao Tang with a smile before asking Song Juelan what was wrong.
Song Juelan asked, "Where can I register for that parent-child activity you mentioned last time?"
"You mean this? I have the application form here." Zhu Zhenghao opened his bag and took out a stack of papers, then suddenly paused.
He hesitated, then looked at Wen Zhi beside him and tentatively asked, "Is Mr. Wen the one who wants to sign up?"
Wen Zhi and Xiao Tang, whom she was holding hands with, nodded together.
Zhu Zhenghao's face immediately showed a troubled expression. He hesitated to speak, and turned to look at Song Juelan several times.
It's a good thing that Song Juelan is willing to take the initiative to bring him business, but why didn't he ask him first?
This event is called "Family Water Fun Day," which, as the name suggests, is for parents to participate with their children.
Wen Zhi, being the only one with Xiao Tang, naturally couldn't sign up for the event.
But how could he possibly say those words?
Suddenly, a middle-aged couple walked over and spoke to Zhu Zhenghao: "Teacher Zhu, my child told her friend about this event, and her parents also want to participate. Could you please give us another registration form?"
"Okay." Zhu Zhenghao replied, pulling out a registration form and handing it to them.
After the middle-aged couple left, he turned his head and saw that Wen Zhi had lowered her long eyelashes slightly and pursed her pale lips, clearly understanding what had happened.
Zhu Zhenghao felt a pang of unease and scratched his head. "I'm really sorry, but as you can see, this activity requires both parents to participate..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a familiar, deep voice: "I'll do it."
Zhu Zhenghao was stunned for a moment, then looked at his friend with confusion.
What's coming?
Seeing Wen Zhi's dejected expression, Song Juelan felt as if a silver needle had gently pricked his heart.
His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists, and the words slipped out without thinking.
“I can be the father of the child.”
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