Chapter 12 For the stars I will support you
The finger that was unlocking the phone stopped in mid-air.
Song Xingran opened his Moments, and a photo filled the screen - against a dark background, a slender hand reached out towards the starry ceiling, and the star cluster ring on the ring finger sparkled brightly.
@Lgnis
Your satellite is in orbit.
*
The phone screen lit up in the darkness.
Lgnis: [Satellites in orbit require regular maintenance]
Jupiter: [For example?]
Lgnis: [For example, kissing every day]
Jupiter: [The orbit will deviate even further.]
Lgnis: [Then I just bumped into your arms]
Jupiter: [Denied.]
Wen Mu lay on his side on the bed, tapping his fingertips on the screen.
Occasionally, car lights outside the window swept across the ceiling, and the star cluster ring flickered.
Lgnis: [Why is there no one liking or commenting? ]
Lgnis: [Is it because you got married that your friends were all shocked? ]
Jupiter: [No.]
Jupiter: [This is visible only to you.]
The message "The other party is typing" appeared and disappeared repeatedly for three minutes before a new message popped up:
Lgnis: [Oh]
What the hell? She hasn't posted on WeChat Moments in eight hundred years, but she specially posted a message visible only to him, and this is the reaction.
Wen Mu was just about to lock the screen when a notification popped up in the notification bar.
"Lgnis @ you."
She opened her Moments and saw the latest message was from Song Xingran.
In the photo taken from the same angle, his bony hands are stretched towards the ceiling, with a dark room as the background. The only light source is the flame-shaped lamp on the ceiling, which makes his ring look like a burning comet.
@Jupiter Gravity Source applies for permanent docking permission
Almost as soon as I refreshed the page, likes and comments flooded in:
【Happy wedding to Ran Ge! 9999】
[Wow, this ring! My sister-in-law is awesome! 999]
[My son took a good photo [love]]
【Ah ...
Wen Mu buried his face in the pillow and groaned.
Why is this person so flamboyant?
She posted it so that only he could see it. Couldn't he learn to be more low-key like her?
Jupiter: [What do you mean?]
Lgnis: [You @ me, I have to say it back]
Jupiter: [But I only sent it to you.]
Lgnis: [Austrian]
Lgnis: [But I want the whole universe to know]
Lgnis: You are my wife.
Wen Mu held his phone upside down against his chest, the screen thumping against his pajamas.
The video call ringtone suddenly rang, and Yu Mo's big face instantly filled the screen.
"Ah! Mu!" My best friend's scream almost pierced my eardrums. "Have you seen Song Xingran's circle of friends? I just scrolled through it and almost fell off the bed!"
Wen Mu held the phone farther away and plugged one ear: "I saw it."
"That ring is definitely the latest high-end Cartier creation! My cousin works at an auction house and he said a sapphire of this quality would be worth at least three million!"
Is it so expensive?
Wen Mu didn't expect this.
Could it be because she had previously said that she would give him a house, which stimulated him?
A narrow-minded man.
Wen Mu's mouth corners raised slightly.
"Momo," she hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "I'm moving in with him this weekend."
Yu Mo on the screen suddenly stopped, then burst into an even louder scream: "This, this, this is living together?! Your progress bar is moving faster than his during the competition!"
She leaned closer to the camera and lowered her voice mysteriously, "So, you guys, did you ever..."
Wen Mu interrupted calmly: "No."
There is new message.
Lgnis: [Ignore me?]
Lgnis: [Chatting with someone?]
Lgnis: [Pay attention to me!]
"That guy is bothering me again." Wen Mu said to Mo helplessly.
Yu Mo said "I understand, I understand": "Go ahead, go ahead, a night of spring is worth a thousand gold~"
As soon as the video ended, Song Xingran's message popped up again:
Lgnis: [Asleep?]
Wen Mu stared at the screen for a few seconds and typed slowly.
Jupiter: [Asleep.]
Lgnis: [Oh]
Lgnis: [Okay]
Lgnis: Good night
Wen Mu carefully took off the ring, thought for a while, stood up, took out a plain chain from the jewelry box, put the ring on it, and then hung it on the bedside lamp.
She turned off the light, curled up in the quilt, and stared at the necklace in a daze.
The star lights on the ceiling are still glowing, as faint as real starlight.
They are moving to their new home tomorrow. What will life be like?
It seems, a little bit of anticipation.
The phone under the pillow vibrated again.
Wen Mu struggled for a moment, but still managed to take it out and have a look.
Lgnis: [Right]
Lgnis: [Remember to bring the star lights with you when moving]
Lgnis: I like it.
*
Sunday morning.
Wen Mu almost bumped into a wall of people when he opened the door.
Song Xingran leaned against the doorframe, his black T-shirt loosely draped over him, revealing a hint of collarbone. The drawstring of his sweatpants hung loosely, and his hair seemed longer than when they'd met yesterday, its tangled strands brushing across his brow, accentuating his delicate features.
"Good morning," he greeted lazily.
Wen Mu adjusted his glasses: "Good morning."
She glanced at her watch. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
"I'm here to take you home." The man stood up, and his figure, half a head taller than her, loomed over her.
"I still have to go to school." Wen Mu frowned.
"I thought I could just go there in the evening."
Song Xingran tutted unhappily, "The luggage is all packed."
Wen Mu looked towards the front yard and saw four or five servants moving her suitcase into a black commercial vehicle. Qin Yi was standing by and directing them. Even the astronomy stamps she collected in elementary school were properly packaged.
"Wait a moment." She took out her cell phone helplessly.
"One, two, three, four (5)" in the group chat.
Jupiter: [I have something to do, so I'll be there later. Thanks for the hard work.]
Reply instantly refresh the screen:
Mengmengda: [Happy wedding, Mujie! Happy moving!]
Xiao Wutong: [Happy wedding, Sister Mu! ]
Yue: [May Mujie be happy forever! ]
Wen Mu sighed and continued typing:
Jupiter: [@茉茉啾啾大嘴茉茉. ]
Momo chirps: [[smiley face][smiley face]]
Lock screen, parents are already standing in the front yard.
Qin Yi's eyes were red and she kept wiping the corners of her eyes with her fingers; Wen Zhiyuan hugged his wife's shoulders, with a smile on his face, but tears were glistening in the corners of his eyes.
Wen Mu's heart ached, and he quickly walked to his parents: "Mom, don't cry."
She hugged her mother gently and said, "I live very close and can come back every week for dinner."
"Zhizhi has grown up." Qin Yi touched her daughter's face and turned to Song Xingran at the door.
"Aran, you have to treat our Zhizhi well." His tone was sincere and earnest.
The man said seriously, "Don't worry, uncle and aunt."
He walked over, hesitated for a moment, and bowed, "Thank you for handing Wenmu to me."
Wen Zhiyuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come back for dinner often when you have time."
Twenty minutes later, a black business car drove into the "Xinghewan" villa area.
Wen Mu looked at the jacaranda trees passing by outside the window and suddenly realized that this was the first time she had entered this home as the hostess.
The servants were extremely efficient. When they entered, more than a dozen boxes were neatly stacked in the middle of the living room.
Wen Mu had just opened the top suitcase when a hand suddenly pressed on the lid.
"What are you going to do?" Song Xingran frowned.
"Clean it up." Wen Mu tried to push his hand away.
"Just wait for the servants to clean up."
Wen Mu broke away from him and said calmly, "You don't understand. Cleaning the house is also a very organized thing."
She glanced at the man, curled her lips slightly, and lowered her voice, "You don't have to move, I can do it myself."
Song Xingran didn't say anything for a long time.
Wen Mu looked up and met his playful gaze - his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze slid from her eyes to her lips, and then slowly moved down, as if examining prey.
"What?" she asked.
"Teacher Wen." The man leaned forward and approached, his voice low and hoarse.
"Did you do this on purpose?"
Wen Mu raised his eyebrows: "I did it on purpose."
After saying that, she picked up a stack of clothes and went straight around him and went upstairs.
The master bedroom is spacious and bright, with a rose-filled garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Wen Mu opened the wardrobe and found that half of the space was empty. There was even a sticky note on the clothes rail: [Your territory].
The handwriting was vigorous and there was a crooked star drawn next to it.
She couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and began to hang up the clothes according to color and season.
She tiptoed to reach the top shelf, and a pair of hands took the stack of sweaters from behind her.
"I'll do it." Song Xingran caught up without knowing when, and easily put the clothes into the top floor. "Is there anything else you want to put?"
Being tall is good.
Wen Mu sighed and pointed at the dolls on the ground: "Those are for the bay windows."
Song Xingran picked up the half-human-high white dog doll with a strange expression: "Isn't this thing more expensive than my racing suit?"
"This is the limited edition that Yu Mo brought back from Japan last year." Wen Mu placed the other dolls one by one on the bay window and patted their heads gently, his movements as gentle as if he was comforting a child.
The man curled his lips: "Does this thing work?"
He was referring to her sleeping problems.
Wen Mu didn't look back: "It's more useful than you."
"How do you know if you haven't tried it?"
"intuition."
The man leaned against the wall and watched her busy. The sunlight shone through the gauze curtains onto Wen Mu, giving her a soft glow.
When she organizes the bookshelf, she aligns the spines of the books; when she places green plants, she wipes the leaves clean first; even when she adjusts the angle of the desk lamp, she exudes academic rigor.
He had never thought that watching someone clean a room could be such a—
Pleasant things.
"Where should I put this?" He picked up Wen Mu's observatory commemorative cup.
Wen Mu turned around and saw Song Xingran carefully wiping the dust from the bottom of the cup with his fingertips.
A corner of my heart suddenly softened.
"The bedside table," she said softly.
The man nodded, and when he turned around, the hem of his T-shirt lifted up, revealing his slender waistline.
Wen Mu quickly looked away and pretended to concentrate on watering the succulents.
Amid the sound of flowing water, she could hear her heart beating faster.
*
It wasn't until seven in the evening that the last box was finally emptied.
Wen Mu rubbed her aching waist and looked at her newly renovated bedroom - her astronomy books were neatly arranged on the custom-made bookshelf, several dolls were leaning comfortably on the bay window cushions, and even the atomic clock on the bedside table was set to Greenwich Mean Time.
"I'm so sorry for delaying Teacher Wen's work." Song Xingran leaned against the door frame, his tone was extremely jerkish.
Wen Mu glared at him: "I'm hungry."
The takeaway arrived faster than expected.
When Wen Mu saw the insulated lunch box emblazoned with the "Song Mansion" logo, his eyebrows nearly shot up into his hairline. The six-layered box contained shrimp with Longjing tea, braised lion's head soup, stir-fried asparagus and lily bulbs, and even a bowl of bird's nest with rock sugar.
"Does your chef also take takeout orders?" Wen Mu picked up a piece of shrimp. The sweet and fresh taste made her squint her eyes slightly.
Song Xingran shrugged: "When the old man heard that I wanted to order takeout, he almost threw the spatula in my face."
The cooking skills of a five-star chef can’t be that bad.
Wen Mu enjoyed the meal very much, but Song Xingran didn't eat much and didn't even touch several dishes.
It is a good thing to be grateful for what you have received, and it is important to show some concern for others.
"Not to your taste?" she asked.
"Control your diet." The man poked the chicken breast in the bowl. "Everyone in this industry is like this."
This was the first time they had spoken about his profession.
Wen Mu didn't stop his curiosity and put down his chopsticks: "Why did you choose racing?"
Song Xingran raised an eyebrow: "Why do you care about this?"
"You are my husband," Wen Mu took a sip of tea, "Can't I care about you?"
Her voice was soft. "I'm just curious. None of my friends are race car drivers, or even those working in related fields."
"Just like that, tell me a story?"
The man coughed lightly, touched the tip of his slightly red ear, and began to talk nonstop: He first touched the steering wheel of a go-kart at the age of ten, became famous in an underground race at the age of fifteen, and became the youngest F1 Grand Prix champion at the age of twenty...
"My first championship was in Melbourne," he said, his eyes shining like stars. "In the last three laps of the rain, everyone thought I would be conservative, but I insisted on going full throttle."
He demonstrated the movements, and the scars from that time were still on his arms.
Wen Mu listened with his chin in his hand and occasionally asked questions.
When Song Xingran talked about the amazing comeback in this year's Belgian Grand Prix, she suddenly asked, "Why did you get injured?"
The man's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.
"It was an accident," he said stiffly, his muscles tense beneath his T-shirt. "It's just temporary. I'll definitely be back on the court before the winter break."
He seems to be very concerned about this topic.
Wen Mu decided not to bring it up again. He looked into the man's frustrated eyes and said softly, "It's okay."
She wanted to cover those big hands, but her hand got halfway and she just reached out to get a tissue.
"have a good rest."
"I'll support you."
The man raised his eyes. Under the light, Wen Mu's eyes were like lakes filled with stars, and the corners of his lips had a rare soft curve.
He suddenly stood up to clean up the dishes: "Who wants you to support me?"
Wen Mu looked at his back as he walked into the kitchen with his hands and feet together, and smiled silently.
*
Sure enough, the first troublesome thing about living together is who takes a shower first.
Although there are several bathrooms in the villa, Song Xingran insisted on competing with Wen Mu for the one on the second floor.
"Haven't you taken a shower in a few days?" Wen Mu asked impatiently.
Song Xingran smiled and said, "No."
"I just want to go against you."
boring!
Wen Mu finally gave it to him.
Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional Chinese virtue.
She could even hear singing coming from the bathroom.
Although Wen Mu didn't understand music, she could tell that the song had basically nothing to do with the original.
Raising a dog is tiring.
Especially a giant dog like this.
After taking a shower, Wen Mu was changing clothes in the bathroom.
There was a loud knock on the door.
"Your friend sent something," Song Xingran's voice came through the door, "and said he must give it to you right away."
"who?"
"It's called momojiji."
"What a ridiculous name! Is this a prank?"
The door opened a crack and a hand slowly stretched out.
The man chuckled and handed the box over, his fingertips brushing against the inside of her wrist intentionally or unintentionally.
Wen Mu slowly opened the exquisite gift box, and then was petrified instantly.
Lying quietly in the box was an almost transparent black lace nightgown with a deep V-neck decorated with tiny crystals, a hollow design on the waist, and matching underwear with only two thin strings.
The label was inscribed with the words: [Happy wedding, my baby! Wear this and your little wolfdog will go crazy!]
Wen Mu slammed the lid of the box shut and looked towards the door vigilantly. The door was closed.
Good job, Momo! What a pitiful friend!
Finally, she changed into her long-sleeved cotton pajamas, buttoned them up to the top, and wrapped herself up like a nun.
Take a deep breath.
It’s nothing, Wen Mu, she said to herself, just think of it as a roommate…
A roommate with a great figure.
An automatic tool max version.
It was hard to tell whether he was feeling anticipation or nervousness, Wen Mu stood in front of the bedroom for a long time.
I opened the bedroom door and it was pitch black inside.
She was groping for the switch on the wall when she was suddenly pulled into a hot embrace. The scent of mint shower gel instantly enveloped her, and the back of her bare neck pressed against the man's damp chest.
"Teacher Wen."
The man's lips brushed against her ear and his voice was low and hoarse.
"Can we start teaching now?"
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