Chapter 15 "Did you put a spell on me, my darling?"...
After finishing her last exam on January 15th, Song Wan bought a high-speed rail ticket to go home that day.
Chen Jianjin went to the school to look for someone, only to find no one there. Looking at the location on his phone, he laughed in exasperation.
When Song Wan got off the high-speed train, she received a message from Lian Huaiyang, who asked: "[See you at the North Gate at 8 a.m. tomorrow?]"
Song Wan replied to him: 【I changed my ticket and I'm already home】
Lian Huaiyang pressed him on why he hadn't been told beforehand.
Before Song Wan could come up with a reason, Chen Jianjin called.
"Wanwan, over here!"
During the Spring Festival travel rush, the high-speed rail station was packed with people. Song Wan held her phone and saw her cousin-in-law, Zhang Huaiyu, waving from afar on tiptoe.
Without a second thought, she hung up the call that was on vibrate, grabbed her luggage, and ran forward, excitedly calling out, "Brother-in-law!"
Zhang Huaiyu said "Hey," took the suitcase from her hand, and smiled, "Let's go, your sister and the others are waiting for you at home."
As Song Wan got into the car, Song Qinru called. Zhang Huaiyu was fastening his seatbelt when he heard the call and winked at Song Wan, "Your mom is probably asking if I picked you up."
As he spoke, he slid his phone, which was stuck on the center console bracket, to the answer button.
Sure enough, the next second came Song Qinru's gentle inquiry: "Huaiyu, have you picked up our Wanwan? Her train arrives at 4:20."
It feels so good to be remembered.
Song Wan felt a warm glow in her heart and spoke up at the right moment: "Mom, my brother-in-law has picked me up."
"That's good, that's good. Wanwan, you and your brother-in-law can come directly to your aunt's house. We'll all be here."
Song Wan fastened her seatbelt and replied with a smile, "Okay."
The engine started, the car merged into traffic, and the phone in the down jacket pocket vibrated again. Song Wan didn't notice, but Zhang Huaiyu heard it and reminded her, "It's your phone."
Song Wan then remembered something and took it out to look at.
In just a short while, there have been thirty-five missed calls.
Dozens of messages were also lying in Chen Jianjin's chat box.
[Answer the phone]
What are you doing? Answering the phone.
Honey, you don't think you can't find me if you run away, do you?
[Answer the phone!]
...
Not answering the phone?
[You'd better hide well, baby, don't let me catch you. If I do, you'll be in big trouble, you believe me?]
[Answer the phone!!!]
His restlessness and frustration were palpable between the lines. Song Wan felt a surge of fear and dread. She couldn't hide from Chen Jianjin forever, and she was even more terrified of his words, "You're asking for trouble." Her hands trembled as she typed: "[I'm not available. I didn't mean to ignore your calls. I'm sorry.]"
Before Chen Jianjin could even ask where she was, Song Wan proactively explained, "I'm home, in my cousin-in-law's car right now. Please don't call again, okay? I'm begging you."
At that time, Chen Jianjin was sitting lazily in the driver's seat, his left arm half-draped on the window sill that was lowered to the ground, with a burning cigarette between his index and middle fingers.
Suddenly, his fingers twitched slightly, and the cigarette was held between his thumb and middle finger. He tapped it lightly with his index finger and flicked off the ash.
His brows furrowed, his displeasure still evident, as he typed with his right hand: 【With Lian Huaiyang?】
Baby: [No]
Having received a satisfactory answer, Chen Jianjin raised an eyebrow and smiled.
So good.
Song Wan only found out that her cousin had given birth when she arrived at her aunt's house in the car.
The baby girl, weighing 8.6 pounds, had a loud cry and was very healthy.
The little one, barely half an arm's length long, was wrapped up in a thin blanket and nestled in her aunt Song Qinsu's arms, squeaking and babbling.
Seeing Song Wan, Song Qinsu smiled knowingly, "Baby, look who's here? It's your auntie, your auntie has come to see our baby."
There was no television screen between them; it was a living, breathing reality. This was the first time Song Wan had ever seen such a freshly born human infant.
She was just wailing loudly, but as soon as the pacifier was put in her mouth, she immediately stopped crying and quietly sucked on the formula.
Song Wan looked at it curiously again and again, and couldn't help but gently touch the baby's soft face with her index finger. The baby hummed and sucked on the pacifier with great interest.
Song Qinsu introduced with a smile: "Baby, this is your aunt. Your aunt is amazing. She got into Peking University. Baby, you will be like your aunt and study in a big city in the future."
Song Wan was still engrossed in observing the human cubs eating when she was suddenly tapped lightly on the shoulder.
Song Wan turned her head and saw Song Qinru standing behind her with a plate of food. "How long have you been home? Hurry up and take off your coat. Aren't you hot?"
Song Wan then remembered that she still had her schoolbag and coat on her.
She ran to the entryway to put her things down, and then her mother called over, "Wanwan, call your sister and brother-in-law for dinner."
"Okay, sure." Song Wan replied, ran to the door of their bedroom, and knocked twice. "Sister, brother-in-law, dinner's ready."
There was no response from inside, so Song Wan assumed they hadn't heard her and knocked twice more.
"Okay... I understand."
After receiving a positive reply, Song Wan turned and walked back to the living room.
During the meal, Song Wan learned that her cousin had already finished her postpartum confinement, but no one had told her the good news during that time.
She was unhappy.
Zhao Shu pinched her cheek. "I didn't tell them to tell you. If they had, would I have seen this expression on your face?"
Indeed, Song Wan was overjoyed when she entered the room.
The arrival of a new life is a magical and beautiful thing.
Song Wan specially posted on her WeChat Moments to celebrate.
She hadn't posted anything in a long time, and she didn't expect to receive so many blessings from her friends. She thanked everyone one by one, but when she saw Chen Jianjin's ambiguous "Baby is so beautiful," Song Wan chose to ignore it.
Chen Jianjin saved the group photo that Song Wan posted on her WeChat Moments, and then deliberately cropped out the baby in it, leaving only Song Wan.
In the video, the girl's slender swan neck is slightly lowered, her eyebrows and eyes are gentle and smiling, and there are shallow dimples at the corners of her lips. The orange light of the setting sun shines on her face, making her look incredibly beautiful.
Chen Jianjin set the photo as her wallpaper.
【Wanwan, you're back?!】
The person who messaged Song Wan privately was her best friend from high school, Fang Xia.
They were deskmates for a whole year in their first year of high school. Later, in their second year, they were separated into fast and slow classes, but since they were both in the humanities stream and their classes were not far apart, they would occasionally run into each other.
Fang Xia loves photography and enjoys taking her DSLR camera everywhere she goes to take pictures.
She prefers photographing people to landscapes, and Song Wan is undoubtedly the most compatible model partner she has ever met.
Fang Xia invited Song Wan out a few times, but as the year drew to a close and she had more things to do at home, she tacitly stopped inviting her out, though they still chatted quite a bit.
Fang Xia was talkative, and after they became familiar with each other again, she reverted to her old, chattering self.
That day, Song Wan accompanied Song Qinru to buy New Year's goods. There weren't many supermarkets in the small county town, and with the New Year approaching, there were discounts, making it bustling with people.
On her phone, Fang Xia was complaining to her about how crowded the supermarket was. Song Wan smiled and replied: [+1]
She sent a meme of a cat hanging from its head, and then raised her phone to take a picture of the spectacular scene before her.
Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest entered the viewfinder.
The man was tall and slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore suit pants with a black shirt and a long coat over them.
He had one hand in his pocket, leaning against a shelf not far away, while playing with his phone in the other hand, tilting his head and smiling at her with amusement.
It is Chen Jianjin.
Song Wan's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously glanced at her mother, who was carefully selecting products beside her, and nervously swallowed.
How did he end up here?
Did they come here specifically to catch her?
Song Wan pretended not to see him, hurriedly lowering her head, hoping that there were too many people around and he wouldn't notice her.
On her way home, Song Wan was filled with anxiety and frequently lost in thought.
"What's wrong with you, child? I've called you so many times, haven't you heard me?"
When Song Wan came to her senses, she realized that she had arrived at the apartment building without her noticing. Song Qinru was chatting with her neighbors. She jogged a few steps to her mother's side and greeted her politely.
Why are you so absent-minded today? Could you be sick?
Song Qinru muttered to herself as she touched Song Wan's forehead, "She doesn't have a fever."
"Mom, I'm fine." Song Wan fluttered her eyelashes and lied with a vacant look in her eyes: "I was thinking about something and didn't notice."
After exchanging greetings with their neighbors, the two took the elevator back home.
Song Wan's family lived in a small two-bedroom apartment. When she was in her second year of high school, Song Qinru was lucky enough to win a large sum of money. She paid off the debts her gambling father had incurred during their divorce and used the rest of the money to buy this second-hand apartment.
Despite having a usable area of less than 80 square meters, the apartment is cozy and inviting.
Song Qinru carried the groceries into the kitchen. Just as Song Wan took off her scarf, her phone buzzed with a message.
[Go downstairs]
Those two concise words made Song Wan's blood freeze.
Her hands and feet were ice-cold. As her fingertips touched the screen, she was about to type when she suddenly remembered something and immediately threw her phone far away, pretending not to see it.
The fire lanes in the old residential area are narrow, the motion-activated lights overhead are old and in disrepair, and sunlight filters through the dilapidated small square windows, casting beams of light at an angle onto the mottled walls covered with all sorts of small advertisements.
Chen Jianjin leaned against the wall, swiping his phone screen back and forth with his thumb. He waited and waited, but the message "typing..." disappeared for a long time without Song Wan's reply.
Chen Jianjin lost his patience. "If the baby doesn't come down in three minutes, I'm going up."
Buzz—
Another message came in.
It's definitely Chen Jianjin.
Song Wan was panicking, but she still didn't dare to look at her phone, as if that would allow her to escape this predicament.
Until a loud knocking came from outside the door.
Song Wan was startled.
"Wanwan, is someone knocking on the door? Can you open it?"
From the direction of the kitchen came Song Qinru's loud command.
Looking through the peephole, Song Wan felt a chill run down her spine.
How did Chen Jianjin find her house? How did he know where she lived? And how did he pinpoint the correct house number so precisely?
A series of questions arose in Song Wan's mind, but before she could ponder them deeply, Song Qinru appeared to be walking out in slippers. "Wanwan?"
She quickly responded loudly, "It's the neighbor knocking on the door, Mom. I have to go out for a bit."
"Where are you going? I've almost finished cooking."
Song Qinru chased after Song Wan out of the kitchen with a soup ladle, but only caught a glimpse of the corner of her clothes as she closed the door.
"This child," Song Qinru muttered a complaint, then went back to watch the fire.
"Chen Jianjin, you..."
Before Song Wan could finish her sentence, Chen Jianjin pinned her against the door.
The neighbors could see her and a boy shamelessly hugging and cuddling at the door as soon as they came out.
Song Wan was terrified and pleaded with him while pushing him away, "No... at least not here."
She's always so shy.
Chen Jianjin softened his heart for a moment.
The location changed to a dimly lit stairwell, where Song Wan was held tightly in Chen Jianjin's arms. He held her so tightly that she had difficulty breathing.
No matter how much she tried to refuse, the man stood there like a wall, completely unmoved.
The agonizing longing was slightly relieved by this close physical contact.
"Did you bewitch me, baby?" Chen Jianjin buried his face in the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling the pleasant sweet orange scent. "Why do I feel so uncomfortable all over as soon as I leave you, like a million ants are gnawing at my bones?"
Before long, Song Wan struggled until she was exhausted. She had no strength left, and her weak fingertips rested on his broad shoulder as she pleaded in a low voice, "Chen Jianjin, please don't do this, okay? Someone might come."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jianjin chuckled, "Baby, we are a proper boyfriend and girlfriend."
So what if there are people around?
As soon as he finished speaking, the arm that was around her waist lifted slightly, forcing Song Wan to stand on tiptoe and straighten her calves.
Chen Jianjin tilted his head back and kissed her neck tenderly.
The deathly silence amplified every tiny sound, and Song Wan could hear the rustling of fabric and the boy's heavy breathing as he kissed her.
She was unbearably itchy, yet she also had to spare a thought for her neighbor who might suddenly appear from somewhere, keeping her on edge.
But what I feared most came to pass.
A note from the author:
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Little Fox x Big Bad Wolf | Broken Mirror Reunited + Atypical Substitute Literature
At first glance, Chen Qinghe was wearing a short skirt and white shirt, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. The ordinary school uniform of the private high school made her look charming.
The girl had bright, beautiful eyes, and her curved eyebrows made her look just like a cunning little fox. She stood in the rainbow after the rain and tilted her head: "Can I hug you?"
The amazement in his eyes shattered in an instant. Qi Yan's lips twitched slightly, and he muttered, "Crazy."
Later, during their study tour, a massive earthquake struck. The moment the girl rushed towards him without regard for her own safety, Qi Yan was completely captivated.
He never expected that his affection was fake, and that his act of risking his life to save her was also just a performance.
——
After a long separation, we met again, but everything had changed.
At that time, Chen Qinghe already had a fiancé with whom she was about to get married, and a strange woman was standing next to Qi Yan.
Chen Qinghe thought that it was good enough that they had met as strangers and that this was their final ending.
Unfortunately, the other party blocked her way.
A glass of champagne rested on long, slender fingers, the clear liquid reflecting the dazzling lights of the banquet. A smile played on the man's lips, his cool gaze falling on her delicate hand that she had reached out to hold. He raised an eyebrow slightly, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Even more shocked than Chen Qinghe was her fiancé beside her, "You know President Qi?"
Chen Qinghe could only bite the bullet and answer, "Old classmate, it's been a long time since we've been in touch."
"How many..." Qi Yan swirled his wine glass, leisurely lifting his eyelids, the smile on his lips turning extremely wicked. He asked unhurriedly, "Old classmates you slept with and then abandoned?"
#The one who says "I love you" first walks away, while the one who falls in love later is unwilling to give up.
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