Chapter 15 For the stars Who wants to see...
Warm lips gently touched the man's forehead, like a snowflake melting on scorching sand. She could smell the faint scent of motor oil in his hair—from repairing the generator last night.
"That's it?" Song Xingran raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
"Isn't this a kiss?" Wen Mu pretended to be confused.
The man sneered, suddenly turned over and pressed her under him, his breath spraying on her lips, with the coolness of mint candy.
"Only children bobo."
"What adults want is a kiss."
Just as Wen Mu was about to turn his head away, his chin was grabbed.
Song Xingran's lips pressed down, dry and warm, with just the right amount of force—no further advance, but no room for rejection either.
Too close.
She could see the man's tightly closed eyelashes trembling slightly, and there was a shallow wrinkle between his eyebrows. He looked so focused and seemed a little nervous.
It turns out that this is his expression when we kiss.
Song Xingran quickly stepped back and lay back on the bed in frustration, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"sleep."
Wen Mu was stunned for a long time, then reached out and gently touched his lips.
In the darkness, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
*
On the return flight, Song Xingran chatted and laughed with several professors, and even talked about those obscure astronomy topics.
Wen Mu couldn't help but frown, as she seemed like an outsider.
She quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes: "You're quite good at pretending."
The man tilted his head, his breath piercing her ears: "This is all for Teacher Wen's reward."
Wen Mu opened the professional journal with an expressionless face.
It’s better to believe that she can discover aliens than to believe in men.
Shortly after takeoff, Wen Mu began to feel airsick.
She forced herself to read a few pages of the paper, but eventually she couldn't resist the dizziness and fell asleep with her head tilted.
"Teacher Wen, wake up."
When I was woken up, most of the cabin was empty.
Wen Mu sat up straight and the man's coat slid off his body.
Song Xingran was sitting next to him wearing only a short-sleeved shirt.
"He sleeps like a pig," he pouted, "and he's drooling."
Wen Mu touched the dry corners of his mouth: "The Third Young Master doesn't even think before he tells lies."
"Xiao Wen," Gao Chonghua poked his head out from the front row, "Your Xiao Song has been watching over you the whole time and even put clothes on you."
Wen Mu smiled and nodded.
He wasn't guarding at all, he was just too lazy to move.
Arriving at the airport exit, a middle-aged man with silver-gray hair came up to them quickly: "Third Young Master, Young Madam."
Wen Mu was nailed to the spot by this name.
Song Xingran naturally put his arm around her shoulders: "Uncle Chen, my family's housekeeper."
Wen Mu nodded slightly: "Uncle Chen."
"You're too polite, Madam." Chen Yan smiled and looked at the cold-tempered woman in front of him. "Please get in the car."
The air conditioning in the car was turned on very high, but Wen Mu still felt stuffy.
She clutched the corner of her clothes and tried to ignore the churning in her stomach.
"Feeling uncomfortable?" Song Xingran asked.
Wen Mu was about to shake her head when a big hand pressed on the back of her head and pulled her onto his shoulder with a little force.
"Wait a minute, I'll call you when we get there."
Wen Mu wanted to look up at him, but he was held firmly. The man's shoulder was more comfortable than he had imagined, his muscles just the right firmness, and the warmth transmitted through the thin fabric.
She finally gave up struggling and closed her eyes.
In the rearview mirror, the once arrogant young master was carefully adjusting his sitting position to make the person in his arms more comfortable. His face was gentler than he had ever seen before.
Chen Yan couldn't help but shake his head.
It's true that one thing conquers another.
*
Wen Mu opened his eyes and the room was dark.
The curtains were not drawn, and moonlight poured in like a stream of clear spring water, outlining the outline of the window frames on the floor.
She blinked, and consciousness gradually returned.
——This is not her bedroom.
She slowly sat up and surveyed the unfamiliar bedroom in the moonlight. It was tidier than she'd imagined, but it also had a masculine feel.
On the bedside table sat a model of an F1 race car, its metallic paint gleaming coldly in the moonlight. On the wall hung several framed photographs, and Wen Mu vaguely recognized one of them. It showed a man standing on a podium, his helmet blocking most of the champagne spray, but it couldn't hide the youthful spirit he exuded.
There was a faint scent of mint aroma in the air, refreshing with a hint of sweetness, and inexplicably familiar.
Is this Song Xingran’s room?
He took her home?
She lifted the covers, but stopped mid-sentence. A trace of her body heat still lingered on the dark grey sheets.
So, she slept on Song Xingran's bed.
My ears suddenly felt hot.
This was the first time in Wen Mu's life that he slept in a strange man's bed.
No, not a strange man.
They got married, kissed, and touched each other.
Wen Mu pursed his lips and stroked his lower lip with his fingertips, as if he could still feel the minty kiss.
She felt for her glasses next to her pillow.
Her shoes were missing from the carpet beside the bed. Wen Mu could only step on the smooth marble tiles in her socks, and the coldness that rose from the soles of her feet made her shiver.
She opened the door quietly. The corridor was dark, with only a faint light coming from the stairs.
I walked down slowly, holding onto the wall. The wooden handrails of the stairs were cold and smooth.
When she turned the first corner, she suddenly heard footsteps, and before she could react, she almost bumped into a solid chest.
She gasped softly and instinctively stepped back, but lost her balance because she was not wearing shoes.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist in time to steady her body.
Wen Mu looked up and met Song Xingran's upward gaze.
He stood on the next step, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly to look at her. He smelled faintly of mint shower gel, his black hair hanging softly in front of his forehead, and he looked much more obedient than usual.
Wen Mu once again realized their height difference - she was standing on a high place, so she could look down at him.
"Good evening."
The man spoke, his signature casual smile playing on his lips. His voice was a little hoarse from having just woken up.
Wen Mu was stunned for a moment: "Good evening."
Song Xingran's gaze slid from her face to her feet, and his brows furrowed. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
"I don't see my shoes."
Wen Mu subconsciously curled up his toes, trying to hide his bare feet.
Song Xingran turned around and went downstairs, and came back soon with a pair of plush slippers in his hand.
Wen Mu almost laughed out loud when he saw the slippers clearly. The light brown slippers had two furry fox ears sewn onto them, and a sly fox smiley face embroidered on the upper.
The man squatted down and placed the slippers on the floor in front of her: "Put them on."
Wen Mu stepped into the slippers tentatively and found them surprisingly soft and comfortable.
She couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you want to wear this in the summer?"
Song Xingran: "If you don't want to wear anything, just be naked."
Wen Mu could only put on the pair of slippers that were completely inconsistent with her image and follow him downstairs.
The fox ears swayed slightly with her steps, as if mocking her compromise.
The living room was brightly lit. Three people were sitting on the sofa. They turned their heads at the same time when they heard footsteps.
Shen Sui was wearing a dark green cheongsam today, and the jade bracelet on her wrist swayed gently with her movements. Seeing Wen Mu, she greeted her warmly.
"Xiao Mu, did you sleep well? Come to me."
Wen Mu walked over and was about to call "Auntie Chen" but stopped.
She and Song Xingran are already married, so she should change her tune.
She took a deep breath, sat next to Shen Sui, and called softly, "Mom."
Shen Sui was stunned, his eyes widened slightly, and then he smiled brightly: "Hey!"
She responded loudly, reaching out to hold Wen Mu's hand, "Good boy."
Wen Mu turned to Song Mingshen, who was sitting on the sofa: "Dad."
Song Mingshen was wearing a casual suit with his hair neatly combed behind his head. He smiled kindly and nodded when he heard this.
Finally, her gaze fell on the man at the other end of the sofa. Song Mingli, the second son of the Song family, was wearing a black shirt, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses gently smiling.
This is the disadvantage of having a husband younger than you.
Wen Mu wasn't quite sure who was older between her and Song Mingli, and for a moment he was a little confused about how to address her.
Song Xingran crossed his legs and said lazily, "My second brother, Song Mingli."
Wen Mu: “I know him.”
"Teacher Wen, my second brother is 28 years old, the same age as you." The man spoke in a bad tone, with a wicked smile on his lips.
Wen Mu didn't respond and looked at Song Mingli calmly: "Brother Mingli."
The game console in Song Xingran's hand suddenly made a "game over" sound.
Song Mingli nodded: "Hello."
His voice was gentle and polite, completely different from Song Xingran's.
"I wanted you to come home for dinner today." Chen Sui took Wen Mu's hand and said, "When we got there, you fell asleep, so Ah Ran carried you upstairs to sleep."
It turned out that he was the one who carried her up.
Wen Mu couldn't help but look at Song Xingran.
The latter was hammering the pillow in his hand viciously, and said without looking up: "You're welcome. I don't leave my name behind when doing good deeds."
"How dare you talk to your wife like that, kid?" Chen Sui scolded him, then turned to Wen Mu and said, "Are you hungry? Let's eat."
Song Yingzhuo wasn't there, so Wen Mu asked politely, "Don't you have to wait for Brother Yingzhuo?"
She knew that Song Yingzhuo was 29 years old, one year older than her.
"He's very busy at the TV station," Chen Sui waved his hand. "He's working on the morning news and has to work overtime at night. I don't know what he's working on. Let's eat first."
Wen Mu nodded and stood up, but when she was walking towards the restaurant, she was suddenly bumped on the shoulder, and she gasped in pain.
Looking up, I saw the tall figure of Song Xingran.
He turned his head, expressionless: "Sorry, I didn't see you."
He sounded apologetic, but there was no apology in his tone.
Wen Mu rubbed his shoulders.
Is this man made of balloons?
I'm angry all day long.
In the restaurant, the long table was already set with exquisite tableware. Song Xingran had already sat down, legs crossed, staring gloomily at the wine glass in front of him.
"You're eating, but you put your legs down. You don't know how to sit properly." Chen Sui frowned, "You don't even know how to pull out a chair for your wife."
Wen Mu pulled out the chair next to Song Xingran: "It's okay, Mom. I can do it myself."
The dishes on the table were rich but light, including steamed sea bass, blanched shrimp, broth with Chinese cabbage, and a bowl of steaming fish maw and chicken soup.
There was also an opened bottle of red wine and a bottle of white wine in the middle of the dining table.
"Your mother said you like light food, so I asked the chef to prepare these. I don't know if you like it." Shen Sui picked up a shrimp for Wen Mu.
"I like it very much, thank you, Mom." Wen Mu smiled.
Song Mingshen picked up the red wine bottle: "Xiao Mu, can you drink?"
Wen Mu shook his head: "I can't drink much."
Song Mingshen then instructed Song Xingran: "Go, pour Xiaomu a glass of water."
Song Xingran hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. He strode towards the kitchen, his back full of dissatisfaction.
"You little rascal, how did you offend him again?" Chen Sui shook his head helplessly.
After a while, Song Xingran came back and placed a glass of water heavily in front of Wen Mu, and a few drops of water splashed out.
Wen Mu calmly took a tissue to wipe his cheeks and said thank you softly.
Song Mingshen raised his glass and said, "Today is the first time our family has had a meal together. I wish Xingran and Xiaomu a happy wedding and a long and happy marriage."
Everyone raised their glasses together. Wen Mu gently touched Song Xingran's glass with her water glass. The man didn't even look at her, but raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
The dinner went quite pleasantly, except that Song Xingran hardly touched his chopsticks and just kept drinking.
By the time Wen Mu noticed, he had already drunk three glasses of red wine and two glasses of white wine, but his cheeks did not show any blush.
I can drink quite a lot.
Wen Mu thought about it and asked, "Don't you want to control your diet?"
The man turned his head, his eyes still clear, but his emotions were unreadable.
Wen Mu said calmly: "I feel uncomfortable after drinking too much."
"It's none of your business."
His voice was not loud, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.
Then he pushed the chair away and stood up, "I'm full."
"They are becoming more and more unruly." Song Mingshen frowned.
Wen Mu tried to smooth things over: "It's okay, Dad. He was also tired during those days in Lenghu. Maybe he didn't get enough rest."
Song Xingran's back stiffened for a moment, then he went upstairs without looking back.
*
After dinner, everyone moved to the living room.
Wen Mu sat beside Shen Sui and took the flower tea handed to him by the housekeeper. The tea was warm and had a faint rose scent.
She took a sip and found it sweet but not greasy, just the right amount.
Song Mingshen cleared his throat and pulled out a dark red velvet box from his suit pocket. He opened the box and found a black and gold bank card inside.
"Xiao Mu," Song Mingshen's voice was much softer than usual, "We are truly happy from the bottom of our hearts that we can become a family with you."
He pushed the box toward Wen Mu, "We don't have anything to give you, just a small gift. Use it to buy something you like."
Wen Mu immediately put down the teacup and gently pushed the box with both hands: "Dad, I can't accept this."
"Xiao Mu, please listen to us first." Chen Sui held Wen Mu's hand, his warm palm against the back of her hand.
"I've known your mother for more than ten years. To be honest, I've wanted you to be my daughter-in-law for a long time, and it's become stronger every year."
The corners of Shen Sui's eyes were slightly red. The elegant lady took off all social masks at this moment, and her eyes were full of sincerity.
She continued, her voice soft but firm, "But we have to admit that we hope you and Xingran have children."
It turned out that Song Xingran had not yet told them that she did not plan to have children within two years.
Wen Mu lowered his eyes silently.
"We also know that this will definitely affect your health and career, and we feel very sorry about it." Chen Sui held Wen Mu's hand tightly. "So, no matter whether you are willing to have a child in the end or when you plan to have it, we will accept it."
Song Mingshen nodded in agreement, "We will definitely not go back on our word about the two astronomical buildings and other research equipment we promised you before we got married. But Mom and Dad hope you can view these as a gesture of sincerity, not a transaction."
He rarely showed a shy smile, "I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, but you're so popular. We were really worried that you wouldn't look down on our family."
A warmth surged in Wen Mu's chest.
In fact, she was not used to direct expression of emotions, but faced with the honesty of the couple in front of her, it was hard not to accept it.
She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then decided to respond with the same sincerity: "Dad, Mom, actually I don't plan to have children in the next two years."
She looked up and looked directly into the eyes of the two elders. "I do have a research project to complete, which may require me to travel between China and Europe."
"But I promise you, I will think about this matter carefully after the project is finished."
Shen Sui’s eyes lit up.
Wen Mu continued, "Actually, I've never thought about not having children. My parents know that I'm the only child in my family, and I've been quite lonely since I was young."
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "Every time I visit relatives and see my brothers and sisters, I'm very happy. So this matter is just a matter of time."
"Great, great!" Chen Sui clapped his hands excitedly, his jade bracelets clashing against each other with crisp sounds. "We completely understand. Research is important."
Song Mingshen also smiled and pushed the bank card towards Wen Mu again.
"Xiao Mu, please accept it. This is a token of our appreciation."
Wen Mu still shook his head: "I really can't accept it."
Song Mingshen thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll donate this money to our city's planetarium in your name. Is that okay?"
Wen Mu nodded gently: "Thank you, Dad, thank you, Mom."
Just then, the door opened, and the cool night breeze blew into the living room. A tall man walked in with steady steps, dressed in a suit and tie, his tie neatly tied below his Adam's apple.
Song Yingzhuo, the eldest son of the Song family, had a similar profile to Song Xingran, but was more stern and reserved. He had high brow bones, deep eye sockets, and eyes as sharp as an eagle.
"Dad, Mom." Song Yingzhuo nodded slightly, his voice low and powerful, and then turned his eyes to Wen Mu.
Wen Mu stood up: "Brother Ying Zhuo."
Song Yingzhuo: "Sorry, something urgent happened today and I didn't make it back for dinner."
Wen Mu: "It doesn't matter, there will be opportunities in the future."
Shen Sui smiled and said, "Xiao Mu, just stay here and rest today. You're all tired, so stop running around."
Wen Mu agreed, and caught a glimpse of the watch on Song Yingzhuo's wrist - a Patek Philippe Starry Sky series, with a detailed map of the northern hemisphere's starry sky depicted on the dial.
She had seen this watch in a magazine before. It was limited to 50 pieces worldwide and was a style she really liked.
Of course, I didn’t buy it in the end - I was poor.
Why do these brothers always buy things she likes but can't afford?
Chen Sui: "The second floor is your father's and my room, the third floor is Ah Zhuo and Ah Li's, and the fourth floor is Ah Ran's."
Wen Mu: "He uses a whole floor by himself?"
Chen Sui laughed out loud: "This is not enough for him to build. When he was a child, he was so noisy. I just put him on the roof and let him get into trouble."
Wen Mu smiled faintly.
It’s true that a person’s character can be seen from the age of three.
This man is also very noisy now.
Wen Mu ran into Song Yingzhuo in the corridor on the third floor as she went upstairs. He was standing by the window, talking on the phone, and when he saw her approaching, he ended the call briefly.
"Brother Ying Zhuo, how is the progress of "Exploring the Starry Sky"? " Wen Mu took the initiative to speak in a calm and professional tone.
This is an astronomy science program on the national television station, produced by Song Yingzhuo, who participated in the early planning as a consultant.
Song Yingzhuo: "Recording will begin next month, and the theme of the first episode will be 'Exoplanets in the Milky Way'."
Wen Mu nodded. "It's a good topic. If necessary, I can provide some of the latest research data."
"Thank you for your hard work." Song Yingzhuo's eyes flashed with admiration, but his tone was still aloof. "I'll have my assistant contact you."
After a brief exchange, Wen Mu continued upstairs.
The corridor on the fourth floor was quieter than the ones below, with only the muffled sound of her footsteps on the thick carpet.
Song Xingran's door was closed. She hesitated for a moment and gently pushed it open.
There were no lights on in the room, only moonlight pouring in. A person lay unattended on the bed, the covers kicked aside, revealing a slender waist.
Are you asleep?
Wen Mu walked over quietly, but found that the man's eyes were open, but his eyeballs were motionless.
"Are you a fish?" she whispered, "Why are you sleeping with your eyes open?"
Song Xingran ignored her and just stared at the ceiling, with a faint smell of alcohol on his breath.
Wen Mu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Can you lend me a piece of clothing?"
"My pajamas are unwashed."
"No." Song Xingran refused bluntly.
"Then do you want me to be naked?" Wen Mu asked back.
The man turned his head suddenly, his black hair scattered messily in front of his forehead. He looked at her for a long time, then buried himself in the pillow again.
"Who wants to see you naked?"
After saying that, he got out of bed and strode towards the closet.
When the closet door opened, Wen Mu couldn't help but shake his head at the sight inside. Clothes were piled together in a mess, some even half-hanging outside the drawer.
It really is a doghouse.
Song Xingran dug out a white T-shirt from a pile of clothes and threw it to her. The T-shirt drew an arc in the air and landed at Wen Mu's feet.
"Pants."
"Are you annoying?" He frowned, but still turned around and rummaged through the paper, finding a pair of black sports shorts and throwing them over.
"towel."
The man stopped moving and turned to stare at her. In the moonlight, his eyes were dark and shiny, like a bottomless whirlpool.
Wen Mu felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and his fingers twisted the clothes in his hands tightly.
The next second, the world spun. She was suspended in mid-air, her feet off the ground. She instinctively grabbed the nearest object for balance.
When he felt the slightly cool skin and slightly prickly short hair, Wen Mu realized that he was hugging Song Xingran's neck.
It seemed too intimate, so she immediately let go of his hand, and her arm hung stiffly in the air.
"Why are you hugging me?" Wen Mu lowered his eyes, his voice trembling.
The man lowered his head, and the smell of alcohol swept over him, mixing with the scent of cedar on his body.
"Do you know how annoying you are?"
Wen Mu turned his head away, avoiding his breath.
"Yeah. I know."
"Same as you."
Song Xingran snorted and kicked open the small door on the side.
Wen Mu then discovered that inside was a bathroom beyond his imagination.
The ceiling was entirely glass, allowing the moonlight to stream in unimpeded. Floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded the area, revealing the dazzling nightscape of Ningchuan. In the center was a square bathtub sunken into the ground, its surface thick with rose petals, radiating a dark red hue in the moonlight.
The man squatted down and placed the warm wood on the edge of the pool. Her skirt dipped into the water, becoming instantly soaked, and a cool sensation penetrated her skin.
Wen Mu looked up at Song Xingran, and he was also looking at her.
After a long time, he began to take off his clothes.
Song Xingran has a good figure, with well-defined muscles, abdominal muscles that rise and fall slightly with his breathing, deep collarbones, and shoulders so broad that they almost block all light.
Wen Mu was not shy at all and watched the erotic scene in front of him with great interest.
Then I realized that something seemed a little wrong.
"Didn't you take a shower?"
She lowered her head and moved back along the edge of the pool little by little. The wet cloth stuck to her thighs, giving her a strange feeling.
The man approached step by step, and ripples appeared on the water with his movements.
Wen Mu retreated little by little until his back touched the cold glass window and he had nowhere to retreat.
A tall shadow fell over her, trapping her in a small space.
Song Xingran leaned over and pressed his lips against her neck. His hot breath sprayed on her skin, causing tiny bumps.
His eyes were fixed on her beautiful collarbone. He stared at her for a moment, then opened his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, and without hesitation, bit down.
"ah."
Wen Mu gasped softly and subconsciously grabbed his shoulders.
The man raised his head, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
He spoke each word with an undeniable force.
"Where's my reward?"
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