Chapter 53 This person is his now.
After all that commotion, Wen Zhi's body was extremely exhausted, and she could fall into a deep sleep almost any second.
But Song Juelan's words exploded in his ears like a thunderclap, instantly banishing his sleepiness.
He slowly blinked his long, damp eyelashes in the darkness, his gaze filled with bewilderment and astonishment.
Is Song Juelan... serious?
Her hot, thin lips kissed the corner of his eye, then his thin eyelids and curled eyelashes, as if she could never get enough of kissing him.
Wen Zhi's eyes flickered, and she raised her still slightly trembling hand, placing it against that hot, broad chest. Her voice was soft and hoarse: "No... why haven't you taken it out yet?"
Song Juelan stared into his moist eyes, seemingly determined to wait for his response and to get a clear title from him.
Even if Wen Zhi had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to nod.
"I'm so sleepy..." Wen Zhi's voice was incredibly soft, with a slight nasal tone. She avoided that persistent gaze and closed her eyes again.
Song Juelan stared at him for a while, but in the end she didn't press him any further and decided to just hold him and sleep together.
The metal bunk bed in the lounge was too small to fit the two men lying flat. Song Juelan remained in that position, then rolled over, letting Wen Zhi lie face down on him.
Wen Zhi hummed a sweet sound through her nose, subconsciously gripping Song Juelan's muscular arm, leaving a few light nail marks on it with her fingertips.
Just now, those jade-like hands clung tightly to Song Juelan's broad back, their long, slender fingers leaving red marks on his firm back muscles.
Song Juelan's hot palm gently caressed the soft, white waist, as if soothing the emotions of the person in his arms, until Wen Zhi's trembling gradually subsided.
His arms around Wen Zhi's waist slowly tightened, and he lowered his head to bury it in the crook of Wen Zhi's neck, which was covered in fine sweat. His nose was filled with a familiar fragrance, and his heart was filled with a happiness he had never felt before.
This person is his now.
The belated effects of the alcohol slowly crept into his brain. In Song Juelan's gradually blurring consciousness, only this thought remained. He smiled slightly, contentedly hugged the soft, sweaty body in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
It was late at night, the party outside had long ended, and all was quiet except for the sound of each other's regular breathing.
Wen Zhi rested her head on Song Juelan's shoulder, her eyes still red from crying. She was completely wide awake, her mind a jumble of thoughts.
He never expected that before he could even reveal the truth, Song Juelan had already planned to become Xiao Tang's "stepfather".
What should we do now?
Should he confess everything to Song Juelan after he wakes up tomorrow, telling him that he hasn't been taking care of a pitiful widow, but a college student with a happy family all along? And he can't become Xiao Tang's stepfather, because Xiao Tang is actually his biological younger brother.
The thought had barely crossed Wen Zhi's mind when it startled him, and he immediately dismissed the idea. Perhaps because that extremely powerful presence was still inside him, his courage was even less than usual. The thought of facing Song Juelan's wrath made him tremble with fear.
Wen Zhi's beautiful features furrowed in distress as she racked her brains, but she couldn't come up with a perfect solution to her current predicament.
In a few hours, he will be going back to school. In such a short time, there is really not much he can do.
He lay quietly on Song Juelan's body, raised his eyes, and looked out at the dark night sky. He had never felt so complicated before.
However, physical exhaustion overcame his mental state, and his heavy eyelids slowly closed as he inadvertently fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window was already turning a pale white, with a few rays of light piercing through the clouds, and occasionally a few clear birdsongs drifted by.
Wen Zhi's pupils dilated slightly, her drowsy state instantly dispelled, and she immediately became awake.
How come I slept until almost dawn?
Last night... I don't think I came up with any solutions yet, and I just drifted off to sleep in a daze.
The man beneath her was still fast asleep, his handsome eyebrows relaxed naturally, and the corners of his lips slightly upturned, as if he were having a sweet dream.
Wen Zhi reached into the messy bedding and rummaged around for a moment before finding her phone, which had fallen out in the chaos last night. She picked it up and glanced at the time; it was already quite late.
If he rushes home right now, takes a shower and changes clothes as quickly as possible, and then takes a taxi to the airport, he should still make it in time.
He struggled to sit up, quickly glancing down at his chest, his cheeks instantly burning red. His slender white fingers braced against his well-defined abdominal muscles, and with a slight effort, his aching back finally lifted, separating him completely from Song Juelan.
Then, with her fair and pink knees on the bed, she crawled off the bed using both hands and feet. When her feet touched the ground, her calves went weak, and she almost fell back onto the bed.
Wen Zhi steadied herself against the wall, slowly walked to the mirror, and straightened her badly wrinkled shirt. Although one of the buttons was missing, it was still wearable.
After putting on black trousers, all the red marks were completely covered up, and there were almost no marks left on the exposed skin.
The person in bed was still breathing steadily and showed no signs of waking up, perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol from last night.
Wen Zhi hesitated for a moment, thinking that even if she didn't tell Song Juelan the truth, she had to give him a response, at least to dissuade him from becoming Xiao Tang's stepfather.
He looked around the lounge, walked to the desk, took out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer, sat down at the desk, picked up the pen and thought for a moment before finally putting pen to paper and writing a line of neat characters on the white paper.
To dissuade Song Juelan from becoming a stepfather, he got straight to the point, stating at the beginning that Xiao Tang's father was still alive and that Xiao Tang would only have that one father, and that this would never change.
He didn't lie about this part; he wrote it with confidence and even straightened his back unconsciously.
After writing this crucial section, he stopped writing, the pen tip unconsciously poking his chin. He felt he should explain to Song Juelan why he was about to leave the city.
Of course, he couldn't tell Song Juelan that he was leaving because school was starting. After racking his brains for a moment, he could only give a vague answer, saying that he was taking Xiaotang away for a while and would come back during the winter break.
Thinking that Song Juelan might come to his house to look for him, he quickly added that the house had already been rented to someone else and he did not want Song Juelan to bother him.
He wrote a lot, filling most of the paper. He read it through from beginning to end and found no flaws. Only then did he feel a little relieved and nodded in satisfaction.
He planned in his mind that he would explain things to Song Juelan face-to-face when he returned from winter break. For him right now, it was best to postpone revealing the truth as long as possible.
Wen Zhi carefully folded the paper, placed it in the center of the table, and pressed it down with a pen.
Writing this letter took a lot of time, and he was running out of time. He walked quickly to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated to open the door.
After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but turn around and walk back to the bedside.
Song Juelan was still sleeping soundly on the bed, without even frowning, his chest rising and falling steadily.
Wen Zhi's gaze traced the handsome face, then she bent down and kissed his thin lips.
If it weren't for the emergency, he would have liked to sleep a little longer in Song Juelan's arms, ignoring that bullying thing; Song Juelan's embrace was quite comfortable.
Thinking about the long-distance relationship that would last for a whole semester, Wen Zhi felt a little melancholy. She looked at Song Juelan for a while before reluctantly moving her feet and leaving the lounge.
There were few people on the streets in the early morning. Sanitation workers were bending over and sweeping the fallen leaves by the roadside, making a rustling sound. The owner of the breakfast stall lifted the lid of the steaming pot, and the aroma of steamed buns wafted out.
Wen Zhi looked down at his phone and found that his parents and Zhu Zhenghao had both sent him messages last night. His parents asked him why he hadn't come home yet, and Zhu Zhenghao asked him where he had gone with Song Juelan.
His heart tightened. He first opened the messages from his parents, not daring to say that he hadn't come home all night. He only said that he had fallen asleep after returning home last night and only then saw the messages.
Then, he told Zhu Zhenghao that Song Juelan had drunk too much last night, and he helped Song Juelan to the lounge for a while, where Song Juelan accidentally fell asleep.
Wen Zhi rushed home and opened the door very quietly. Seeing that her family members seemed to be still asleep, she immediately tiptoed back to her room.
He went straight to the bathroom, wanting to take a quick shower, but when he stood under the showerhead, he froze slightly and realized that Song Juelan's things were still inside, some of them had flowed onto his legs.
Unable to resist cursing the drunkard under his breath, he quickly washed up, turned off the shower, changed into clean clothes, and prepared to go out.
As soon as I stepped out of the room, I found that Xiaotang was already up and sitting on the sofa watching cartoons.
"Good morning, Xiao Tang." Wen Zhi greeted Xiao Tang, then quickly walked to the entrance and bent down to change her shoes.
Xiao Tang blinked her big eyes, looked at him curiously, and asked softly, "Zhi Zhi, are you going out?"
Wen Zhi was carefully tying her shoelaces and replied without looking up, "Yes, I'm going back to school."
Xiao Tang paused for a moment, her round eyes immediately reddening. She pouted and asked, "When is Zhizhi coming home?"
Wen Zhi changed her shoes and straightened up. Just as she was about to open the door, she saw that Xiao Tang's eyes were red. She quickly went over and picked Xiao Tang up from the sofa, gently coaxing her, "I'll be back for the New Year."
The door to the master bedroom was pushed open, and Rong Rui, hearing the commotion outside, came out in her pajamas.
Seeing that Wen Zhi was still at home, she immediately looked surprised: "Zhi Zhi, why haven't you left yet? Aren't you supposed to catch an early morning flight?"
Wen Zhi was still holding Xiao Tang in her arms. She patted Xiao Tang's back a few times to comfort her and replied, "We're just about to go out."
Seeing Xiao Tang clutching Wen Zhi's collar tightly, trying to hold back her tears, Rong Rui guessed what had happened. She took Xiao Tang from his arms and gently comforted her.
Then, with a hint of hesitation, her gaze fell on her eldest son: "Zhizhi, what time did you... come back last night?"
Wen Zhi originally wanted to say a few more words to Xiao Tang, but upon hearing Rong Rui's question, she immediately moved to the door without making a sound, her eyes darting around: "...I came back right after you fell asleep last night."
Before Rong Rui could ask any more questions, he pushed open the door, dragged his suitcase, and strode out, pressing the elevator buttons several times: "I'm going to be late, I have to go now, take care!"
After saying that, his figure disappeared behind the closed elevator doors.
Rong Rui stared at the changing numbers on the elevator display screen for a moment, then sighed softly in resignation.
Wen Zhi hailed a taxi at the entrance of the residential area, put her suitcase in the trunk, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.
Even though the car seat was fairly soft, his body stiffened almost imperceptibly the moment he sat down, subtly adjusting his posture.
Last night was such a mess.
He had hardly ever lied to Rong Rui since he was a child, and he would never stay out all night. But when he went out last night, he really didn't expect such an outrageous thing to happen.
Knowing full well that they were going to part ways today, she still reluctantly did that kind of thing with Song Juelan, and now she's left without saying a word.
Wen Zhi stared guiltily at her fingertips.
Why do I suddenly feel like I'm a... scumbag who sleeps with someone and then runs away?
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In the lounge, as time passed, a ray of bright sunlight shone in from the window, falling on the man's thick, dark eyelashes on the bed.
Song Juelan frowned slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and a tearing pain came from his temples, making him squint uncomfortably.
He only drank two glasses of juice-like cocktails last night, how could it be so serious?
The question flashed through his mind for only a moment, and then everything that had happened on this bed last night came flooding back into his mind, turning the pain from his temples into sweetness.
His heart pounded powerfully in his chest, beating faster and faster, filled with joy and love, and he just wanted to see the person he had held tightly in his arms the night before.
However, after scanning the surroundings, he did not see that familiar figure; only his body heat remained on the bed.
The soft, warm body that had nestled in his arms before he fell asleep was gone, as if last night had only been a dream. But the disheveled bed and the vivid memories told him clearly that it was definitely not a dream.
A bad feeling rose in Song Juelan's heart. He quickly got out of bed, his broad back crisscrossed with red marks. He grabbed a piece of clothing and was about to rush out the door when he noticed a folded piece of paper on the desk.
His steps abruptly halted, his eyes darkening slightly. He slowly walked to the desk and picked up the paper with his long, slender hand.
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Author's Note: Thank you Yu Tongyu for the two landmines~
Thanks to Yanjiu and Qingqin for the landmines~
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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