Chapter 2 For the stars won, ...
Wen Mu recognized Song Xingran almost at first sight.
His face could even be described as beautiful, a stark contrast to his muscular build. His deep brows and prominent nose made his peach-shaped eyes even more alluring. His jawline, taut from fighting, was sharp, yet the corners of his lips curled upwards slightly, as if he were born with a hint of cynicism.
An angel's face, a devil's body.
Wen Mu silently commented in his heart and then looked away.
She was sure that Song Xingran didn't recognize her.
In other words, he may not yet know that he has been arranged to marry.
She suddenly felt a motherly pity.
It's so pitiful, being kept in the dark.
The car arrived soon and Wen Mu and Yu Mo said goodbye.
She has a driver's license, but it's mostly just for show, she's rarely driven. Even though there are luxury cars parked in the garage for her to choose from, she insists on taking the bus to school.
There's no other reason, she's carsick. She's so carsick that she's afraid of the sight of a car, so she doesn't like driving.
Especially in private cars, the various human body odors mixed with the odor of perfume are squeezed into the small space, making people dizzy. Buses are slightly better.
She actually admired Song Xingran a little. She heard that racing drivers were usually covered in sweat after the race and had to stay in the closed compartment for so long.
At least he's not a useless loser.
*
When I got home, the lights in the living room were still on.
Wen's mother, Qin Yi, heard the door open and immediately stood up from the sofa: "Zhizhi, you're finally back! I called you so many times but you didn't answer. I thought something happened to you."
Wen Mu put down his bag and said calmly, "I turned on the mute, so I didn't hear it."
She walked over to the sofa and sat down. Wen Zhiyuan, Wen's father, was wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper. She looked closer and saw that it was the Financial Daily.
The Wen family only became wealthy during Wen Zhiyuan's generation. To put it nicely, they were self-made, to put it bluntly, nouveau riche. Wen Zhiyuan had always been concerned about his own educational level, and now that his daughter had a doctorate, it seemed like a dream come true.
"You've been at school all day today?" Wen Zhiyuan put down the newspaper and said in a gentle tone.
Wen Mu nodded: "I had dinner with Yu Mo tonight."
"Alas, studying is hard. My precious daughter has worked hard."
Wen Mu didn't find it hard. She had loved astronomy since she was a child, and her interest was the best teacher. Although she occasionally felt tired while studying for a doctorate, she never considered giving up.
Qin Yi brought up the matter of marriage again: "Your uncle Song and aunt Shen are here tonight. I can see that they like you very much."
Wen Mu has been calm and polite since childhood, has a high level of education, and enjoys a very good reputation among his elders.
In fact, some people had suggested an arranged marriage in the past few years, but Wen Zhiyuan had always rejected it. The couple never pressed for a marriage, allowing their daughter to focus on her studies.
But in the past two years, most of the children of my friends have found love, and some have even married and have children, which has caused the couples to become anxious. Who doesn't want to become a grandparent and enjoy the joy of family life when they reach middle age?
But they didn't expect that their daughter would agree so readily when they first proposed the marriage. Qin Yi felt a little uneasy, fearing that his daughter would regret it later because of her impulsive decision.
"Zhizhi, do you want to think about it again?" Qin Yi asked tentatively, "Marriage is a serious matter and cannot be rushed."
Wen Mu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said softly, "I saw him when I was having dinner tonight."
Qin Yi was stunned: "Who?"
"Song Xingran."
Wen Zhiyuan and Qin Yi looked at each other, both a little surprised.
They were discussing getting married, but neither of the two people who were getting married showed up, leaving the two parents staring at each other and chatting.
Just thinking about that scene is hilarious.
Qin Yi explained: "Your Uncle Song hasn't told A Ran about this yet, so it's normal that he didn't come."
Wen Mu put down the teacup and stood up: "I'm going back to my room first, you should go to bed early too."
Wen Mu's room is decorated in dark tones, with gray-blue walls and a dark brown solid wood desk. Various astronomy books are neatly arranged on the bookshelves. The most unique feature is the ceiling—she has installed a strip of glowing stars. At night, when the main lights are turned off, the whole room looks like it's in the Milky Way.
This is her favorite place.
After washing up, Wen Mu sat down at his desk and turned on his computer to read some papers. But for some reason, the English letters seemed to float on the screen, and he couldn't get them into his head.
She thought of the man's eyes again.
Peach blossom eyes, looking at dogs is full of affection.
After hesitating for a moment, she opened the browser and typed in the three words "Song Xingran".
A variety of information jumps into the eyes:
"Youngest F1 Champion"
"The Third Young Master of the Ningchuan Song Family"
"The Crazy Beauty of Racing"
She flipped through the pages and found that there were not as many gossips as she had imagined. Most of them were photos taken at the stadium, with occasional photos with female companions, but they all looked like ordinary social activities.
Wen Mu was a little surprised.
She did agree with Yu Mo's words. Most people who played racing were good at it.
But Song Xingran's information seems to be relatively clean.
Maybe it's just an illusion?
However, she was sure of one thing—
This is a difficult role.
If you want to get the new astronomical building, you must first get him
*
Song Xingran dawdled until ten o'clock before returning home, but unexpectedly ran into his parents as soon as he entered the door.
Song Mingshen and Shen Sui were sitting upright on the sofa, one with a gloomy face and the other with a worried look. It was obvious that they were waiting for him to come back.
Song Xingran took a glance and walked straight upstairs without stopping.
"Stop." Song Mingshen shouted in a deep voice.
Song Xingran paused, turned lazily, and a cynical smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "What can I do for you, my respected father?"
Song Mingshen's face darkened. "I sent you a message asking you to go to the Wen family for dinner tonight. Where did you go?"
Song Xingran thought for a moment, then revealed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and laughed even more provocatively: "Oh, I went to eat sashimi, it was very enjoyable."
"You!" Song Mingshen stood up suddenly, his forehead veins throbbing with anger.
Shen Sui stopped him and gave him a look to shut up. She knew her son best. He was soft-hearted and not hard-headed. A head-on confrontation would only backfire.
"Son," Chen Sui walked over, took Song Xingran's arm, frowned, and said, "What's wrong with your arm?"
Song Xingran looked down and saw a long scratch on his arm, probably caused by an accident during the fight just now.
He shrugged nonchalantly and pulled his hand back: "It was just an accidental scratch, it's no big deal."
Chen Sui sighed: "You are the one who worries us the most."
Song Xingran: "Yes, yes, my elder brother and second brother don't want you to worry about it, so go and find them a date, don't worry about me, I won't bother you."
Shen Sui grabbed him and forced him to sit on the sofa: "What are you talking about? You three are all my sons, how can I be partial?"
Song Xingran snorted lightly: "Maybe."
Shen Sui was helpless and went straight to the point: "Son, have you seen the information and photos that Mom gave you? You don't know how lovable Xiaomu is."
Song Xingran rolled his eyes: "If you like her, then marry her."
Shen Sui was so angry that he raised his hand and hit him on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid!"
She began to introduce Wen Mu in a rambling manner - saying that she was beautiful, had a good figure, a good temper, and a high level of education, and was one of the most beautiful ladies in Ningchuan.
Song Xingran crossed his legs and listened with one ear and out the other.
"He's just a few years older than you. He's still studying and has a PhD in astronomy."
"What?!"
The man instantly exploded.
He had never been a good student since he was young, and the Song family was a family of scholars. He was often beaten for studying. Over time, he developed a deep hatred for those nerds who only knew how to study.
An image immediately emerged in Song Xingran's mind - a boring woman wearing thick glasses, with an expressionless face, and speaking academic terms all the time.
You want him to marry such a boring woman and spend his whole life with her?
He would rather die than do it!
"Are you crazy?" Song Xingran stood up suddenly, his voice rising, "I don't even know what she looks like, and you want me to marry her?"
Song Mingshen sneered: "Didn't I show you the photos?"
Song Xingran: "Who wants to marry a nerd?! Can you please stop interfering in my life? I hate being controlled the most!"
"Care about you? Can I care about you?" Song Mingshen slammed the coffee table. "Look at you. All you do is race cars and fight all day long. Now you've injured yourself, and you still don't behave yourself! Wen Mu is so outstanding. You're not worthy of him!"
"Excellent? Haha, then let her be paired with the eldest and second brothers!"
"you--"
The father and son quarreled more and more fiercely. Song Xingran was so angry that he turned around and went upstairs, slamming the door with a loud bang.
Song Mingshen roared downstairs: "Song Xingran, I'm telling you, if you dare to run away from dinner again next time, I will scratch your cars one by one. I mean what I say!"
Song Xingran ignored her and kicked open the bedroom door. His eyes fell on the information on the desk, which he guessed was the woman's personal introduction.
He sneered, grabbed it, tore it into pieces in a few seconds, and threw it into the trash can.
Want him to marry this nerd?
dream!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he kicked the wall in the corner.
"Depend on!"
The next second, the man gasped, bent over in pain, and hugged his foot, panting: "It hurts."
*
The second dinner was soon scheduled for next Saturday night.
Wen Mu agreed readily, which surprised Shen Sui.
"Xiao Mu, weren't you angry that A Ran didn't come last time?" Chen Sui held her hand, his tone apologetic.
Wen Mu smiled slightly: "Auntie, I was delayed that day, please don't take it to heart. Things like fate can't be rushed, but since both families have this intention, we can eventually become a family."
Her words were flawless, giving the Song family a way out while also hinting that she was not opposed to an arranged marriage. Shen Sui was overjoyed to hear this and was extremely pleased.
night.
Wen Mu was browsing the latest astrophysics journal in his study when his phone vibrated and a message from Shen Sui popped up on the screen: "Xiao Mu, this is A Ran's WeChat. You young people, chat first."
She stared at the message and thought for a moment, then decided to add it.
She has never liked to be pretentious. Since she has decided to get married, there is no need to be shy.
Song Xingran’s WeChat avatar is a burning flame.
Lgnis, in Latin, means flame.
The signature only has one sentence - My talent is inexhaustible.
He is very similar to him.
Arrogant, proud, and stupid.
*
Soon the day for the two families to meet arrived.
Wen Mu dressed up for once.
She rarely wears makeup, not because she doesn't want to, but because her hands are clumsy. She can draw a celestial movement diagram, but she can't draw eyeliner.
Yu Mo once mercilessly mocked her makeup skills, saying that she could turn beautiful women into "magnesium and aluminum".
Wen Mu was confused: "What do you mean?"
Yu Mo: "It means to confuse you."
From then on, Wen Mu completely gave up trying, and today he just drew his eyebrows and put on lipstick to the best of his ability.
She wore a black shirt with two buttons undone, revealing her collarbone and skin as white as snow. Her long black hair was left down, bare except for a string of Latin tattoos on her wrist.
As soon as the family arrived at the hotel lobby, they saw the Song family already sitting there waiting. Even Song Xingran’s two brothers, Song Yingzhuo and Song Mingli, were there.
But Song Xingran was missing.
When Shen Sui saw Wen Mu, she immediately stepped forward and held her hand tightly, her eyes slightly red: "Xiao Mu, I'm sorry for you. I have something to ask of you."
Wen Mu was startled, but quickly calmed down: "Aunt Shen, go ahead."
Shen Sui took out a letter from his bag: "A Ran, he ran away from home."
Wenmu: "...?"
What era is this still happening?
Shen Sui stuffed the letter into her hand: "He left this behind, saying it's... for you."
Wen Mu lowered his head and opened the envelope.
There were only three lines of words in it, written in a flamboyant and arrogant style:
"Want to get married? Sure."
"Come find me yourself."
"Win, I marry you; lose, get out."
The author has something to say:
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Master Song: Is there a possibility that I am seducing my wife?
Sister Bao: Man, you have successfully attracted my attention
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