Chapter 22 For the stars Big deal...
Wen Mu supported himself on his chest and tried to stand up, but was held down even tighter.
Through the thin fabric, my heartbeat beneath my palm was heavy and rapid.
He is emotionally unstable, so it is more important to comfort him first.
"I had kept it in my room before, but I forgot to take it with me when I moved." Wen Mu chose to speak the truth. "Then I was busy in the lab, so I..."
"I don't recall."
Song Xingran tightened the shackles around his waist and the ring turned around on his finger.
"So busy that you can't even think about it for a month?"
"Wen Mu, am I not as important as a brick in the lab in your heart?"
Wen Mu was confused by his question: "Aren't we talking about the ring? Why are we bringing you into this?"
He is he, and the ring is the ring.
She just forgot to bring the ring to her new home, which doesn't mean anything.
The man looked at her steadily, his eyes gloomy.
"Okay, let's talk about the ring."
"Why, you could leave your ring here and not remember to come back for it for a month?"
"Didn't you say you liked it? Didn't you take a picture and post it on your Moments? What do you mean now? Do you dislike it so soon?"
Wen Mu didn't like Song Xingran's aggressiveness. His facial features were sharp to begin with, and speaking with such a cold face made him look even more oppressive.
She didn't think she should be suppressed by him, nor did she think he should suppress her with this attitude.
"Song Xingran, can you calm down a little?"
"Everyone has busy times. I don't believe you've ever forgotten to do this or that because you were busy training."
"First, I recognize my mistake. Second, I apologized to you, and my attitude was very sincere. There's no need for you to hold on to it."
"Because that's our wedding ring!"
The man practically roared.
"That's the style I picked out overnight. I bought it for you and put it on you myself!"
Song Xingran loosened the grip on Wen Mu's waist, and he was finally able to stand up. Water droplets from the ends of his hair dripped onto the bed sheet between them, leaving dark dots.
So, he was still angry about his bruised self-esteem.
Wen Mu forced himself to calm down, telling himself over and over again that he was stupid and not to bother with him.
"It's just a ring. I just forgot it, not lost it."
She paused, then added, "I can too..."
"What else can I do?"
The man stood up, and his shadow completely enveloped her.
"Buy another one to fool me?"
His jawline was tense, and the veins in his neck stretched all the way down to his collarbone.
He was really angry.
"So?" Wen Mu's voice was calm and cold.
"Do you want me to hold a press conference to apologize?"
"Master Song."
She emphasized her pronunciation.
She was just being sarcastic.
The air froze instantly.
The man's eyes were like the sea before a storm. He slowly put the ring chain into his trouser pocket, turned around, lifted the quilt and lay down, leaving Wen Mu with only his silent back.
Wen Mu stood there, his wet hair sticking to the back of his neck, and a chill crawling up his spine.
She suddenly didn't want to sleep anymore.
I mechanically took out my notebook and sat at the desk. The numbers on the document became blurry from clear.
When Wen Mu turned around for the third time, Song Xingran still maintained the same posture, with only her hair rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
The doll on the bay window had been moved between the two of them at some point, and it was smiling foolishly, creating a barrier between them.
When I closed the computer, it was already one in the morning.
Wen Mu tiptoed to the wardrobe and pulled out a spare quilt from the top shelf. The quilt cover was the lavender she'd worn in her teenage years, with a faded constellation pattern printed on it.
She stood there, looking at the man with his eyes closed on the bed.
After a long time, I chose to leave.
The door hinges creaked very softly.
In the darkness, Song Xingran opened his eyes.
*
After Wen Mu was the first to arrive at the lab for five consecutive days and ate a whole Shandong pancake every morning, Yu Mo finally couldn't help it and stopped her after work on Friday.
"Tell the truth." Yu Mo had dragged a swivel chair and sat next to her at some point, her round face full of detective-like sharpness.
"Did he cheat on you or do you no longer love him?"
What does it mean to not love anymore?
She obviously has never loved, okay?
"Stop it." She pushed her glasses up and continued stuffing her notepad into her bag.
Yu Mo directly took her bag away: "I'm not making a fuss."
"What's wrong with you and your little husband?"
Wen Mu knew that nothing could be hidden from this "little Conan".
The camphor tree outside the window rustled, and a leaf stuck to the glass.
She stared at the withered yellow leaf veins for a long while before she said, "We had a fight."
"I knew it!" Yu Mo slammed the table, causing the computer on the table to shake three times.
"Did that boy make you angry?" Seeing Wen Mu didn't say anything, she took out her cell phone.
Wen Mu: "What?"
Yu Mo: "I called for help. If one person can't beat him, how can ten people beat him? My cousin practices Muay Thai and is quite good at fighting—"
Wen Mu held her down: "No."
"What?"
"It's not him who makes me angry."
Yu Mo: "If he didn't make you angry, then why else could it be..."
She didn't continue speaking, she understood, but soon didn't understand again.
Yu Mo: "You have such a good personality, how could you make anyone angry?"
Wen Mu didn't look up and said calmly, "I forgot my ring at my parents' house."
"I haven't thought of picking it up for a month."
"He gave it to me."
Yu Mo's mouth opened into an O shape.
If he marries you but doesn't give you a ring, he's asking for trouble!
Of course, such vulgar words should not be said in front of good friends.
Yu Mo: "Are you angry about this?"
Wen Mu nodded: "Yeah."
"I don't understand him either."
"I wanted us to calm down, so I went to sleep in the guest room that night. After that, I never went back to Galaxy Bay."
These five days were like an absurd pantomime.
Song Xingran didn't call or send messages, and he didn't even ask for gasoline.
Yesterday afternoon, Wen Mu, carrying gasoline, had already reached the gate of the villa. She peeked through the fence and saw that the lounge chairs by the pool were empty, where usually there would be a few racing magazines he had read halfway.
She stood under the sycamore tree until her legs became numb, and finally, she turned around and left.
She had already apologized for the ring incident, and Song Xingran should also apologize for his attitude. Otherwise, she would never have said a word.
Dogs must be punished if they do something wrong, and punished severely.
Anyway, he has hands and feet, and he can survive without her.
"Amu?"
"Amu?"
Yu Mo waved her hand in front of her eyes, "Are you listening?"
Wen Mu came back to his senses: "I'm fine, I just got mad at him."
"Don't mention him, okay?"
Yu Mo sighed: "You."
"Aren't we going to a party the day after tomorrow?" Wen Mu suddenly said, "Let's go shopping."
"Now?" Yu Mo widened her eyes.
You should know that the last time this sister went shopping was three years ago when she was dragged by herself to buy a down jacket. In the end, she chose a basic beige style that was the same as her laboratory white coat.
Wen Mu had already stood up: "I checked, Plaza 66 closes at 10:30."
Yu Mo knew that she was trying to change the subject, but looking at her friend's pale face and the faint blueness under her eyes, she didn't ask any more questions.
"Let's go, Teacher Wen."
Wen Mu frowned slightly: "Why are you shouting along with him?"
Yu Mo was stunned, then her expression became serious.
"Amu."
"Many people have called me this. Xu Yuesheng, Wu Tong, Meng Meng, and me,"
She gently poked Wen Mu's shoulder.
"Song Xingran is not the only one."
Something exploded softly in my chest.
Wen Mu stood up and continued to pack his backpack, but his movements were a little slower than usual.
"Let's go." She still had the same expression, no emotion could be seen.
The lights in Hang Lung Plaza are dazzling.
Yu Mo went in and out of the fitting room, and finally chose a backless champagne-colored fishtail skirt. When she turned around, the hem of the skirt looked like a blooming tulip.
"It's your turn." She pushed Wen Mu into the fitting room without saying anything and stuffed a black suspender skirt in. "Don't say no, I'll watch you change."
Wen Mu touched the sequins on the skirt and thought of the nightgown that was torn by the man.
The woman in the mirror had distinct collarbones, and her waistline looked exceptionally slender against the black fabric. Her skirt hem barely reached the base of her thighs, revealing her plump thighs, dazzlingly white.
"Oh my god!" Yu Mo's scream attracted the attention of the store clerk. "I should have taken you shopping every day!"
She circled around Wen Mu and suddenly lowered her voice, "Honestly, if you wear this to a party, I guarantee all the men will bang their heads against the wall for you!"
"By then, Song Xingran, Yuan Xingran, and others will all become your slaves."
Wen Mu was amused by her exaggerated tone.
"I'll buy it."
She turned directly to the clerk and handed over her credit card to Yu Mo's look of as if she had seen a ghost.
On the way back, Yu Mo kept glancing at the shopping bag in the passenger seat: "So, where are we going back to?"
Neon lights in the night flow on the car windows.
Wen Mu looked at the traffic flashing outside the window and said: "Let's go back to my parents' place."
"Okay, okay." Yu Mo turned the steering wheel, "But Amu, have you ever thought about..."
She hesitated to speak, "Forget it, wait until you calm down."
Ten minutes later.
At the gate of the old house, Gasoline was clinging to the iron gate and wagging its tail wildly.
Wen Mu got out of the car carrying a shopping bag. The night wind blew up the hem of her shirt, revealing a small piece of skin around her waist.
Yu Mo rolled down the car window and shouted, "I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow for styling! Remember to wear your new dress!"
Wen Mu waved his hand and watched the taillights of his friend's car disappear around the corner.
The blue snow flower seedlings in the yard have grown a little taller, and their tender leaves are silver-blue in the moonlight.
*
At 12:17 AM, Wen Mu finished saving the last piece of data and bumped into the corner of the bed as she stood up. She gasped, and a purple bruise appeared on her fair skin.
She bent down and rubbed the injured area. The pain in her knee reminded her of the time when she bumped into the iron frame of the observatory when she was a child.
It was also a summer night like this, and I was alone.
There was a rustling sound downstairs. Wen Mu tiptoed down the stairs. Gasoline was lying in the hallway chewing on a teething stick.
The puppy's ears perked up immediately when he saw her, and his blue eyes sparkled in the darkness.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" She squatted down and touched its wet nose.
The gasoline made a whimpering sound and its tail made a small sound as it swept across the floor.
Wen Mu hesitated for a moment: "Are you thinking about him?"
The puppy's tongue immediately licked the back of her hand.
What a heartless little thing, he only wants his father but not his mother.
Wen Mu sighed and held the fur ball on his lap.
When she came back tonight, Qin Yi asked her if she was free on Sunday: "Your aunt Shen called and wanted you to go to dinner."
She understood at that time that this was a family gathering in disguise and Song Xingran must be present.
It must be difficult to change from a cold war state to a peaceful state in front of so many elders.
After much thought, I finally refused.
Of course, she didn't say she was going to the party, she just said she was busy with lab work.
"Woof!" Gasoline suddenly jumped on her knee and its hind paw stepped on the bruise.
The pain brought Wen Mu back to her senses. She opened WeChat and tried to divert her attention by checking her Moments.
The third post on Moments was made by Song Xingran three hours ago. A solitary champagne glass sat next to a Louis XIII crystal bottle, with the caption being a single emoji wine glass.
She hummed softly, but her fingers uncontrollably clicked on the large picture.
The background looks like a private club, with half the edge of a racing magazine in the corner.
You little bastard, you’re drinking too.
It's a beautiful life.
Wen Mu didn't read the comments below and went straight to Yu Mo's post. In the photo, the Husky Jasmine was biting a dinosaur doll.
She turned the screen towards Gasoline: “Look, this is your sister.”
The puppy's paws slapped on the screen, leaving a few wet marks.
Wen Mu vaguely remembered how Song Xingran taught it to high-five at home.
The man squatted on the ground, his black T-shirt stretching out the lines of his shoulders and back, and he kept repeating "give me five" over and over again.
She was reading some documents on the coffee table, and the two of them were lying on the carpet nearby. She didn't feel disturbed, but was surprised that Song Xingran had such patience.
After repeating it countless times, the man suddenly rushed over to her with gasoline in his arms and said excitedly, "I've learned how to do it!"
Then he excitedly took out his cell phone and said he wanted to take a photo as a commemoration.
Perhaps it was at that time that Gasoline understood the word "take a photo".
"Want to take a picture?"
The gasoline hummed twice.
Wen Mu adjusted her posture so that Gasoline was lying on her knees. The camera only captured the puppy and her legs, and the bruise was particularly conspicuous.
Click and send.
Caption: Both gasoline and mom are suffering from insomnia.
Momo chirps: [You haven't slept yet]
Jupiter: [I can't sleep.]
The other party sent an emoticon of patting the head.
The night flowed in silence. Wen Mu scratched his chin intermittently, his thoughts drifting to the study in Xinghewan.
Song Xingran always liked to suddenly appear when she was working, under the pretext of "supervising Teacher Wen to rest on time", but it often ended up with her being pressed into the sofa and kissed until she suffocated.
So that's what an asshole is.
He can call you his wife affectionately one second, and then go into a five-day cold war with you over a trivial matter the next.
Wen Mu advised himself to be more open-minded and not to get angry over irrelevant people.
At worst, we can get divorced after two years. No one can live without each other.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Wen Mu put the gasoline on the sofa, moved slowly to the door, and looked out through the peephole.
The corners of his lips curled up, but were quickly suppressed.
She waited a minute, then opened the door.
The man stood under the corridor light, the collar of his black windbreaker turned up, and there was a faint blue color under his eyes.
Wen Mu leaned lazily against the door frame, his pajamas collar loosened, revealing a large area of porcelain-white skin: "What's going on?"
Song Xingran: "Yeah."
Wen Mu: "What's the matter?"
The man's gaze slid from her red eyes to her right knee, frowned slightly, and then turned his head away: "I want gasoline."
Wen Mu almost laughed out of anger.
Knocking on the door at 12:30 in the morning, just for this?
What if she fell asleep? What would he do? Climb over the wall or wait outside all night?
She stepped aside to make way: "It's not asleep yet."
Song Xingran walked straight to the sofa, and Gasoline immediately jumped into his arms, its tail wagging, leaving an afterimage.
"Okay, okay," he rubbed the puppy's ears, his voice an octave softer than usual, "Daddy's here to see you, huh?"
Wen Mu turned around and went to the kitchen to pour water. His right leg seemed to be hit quite seriously, and he gasped in pain every time he moved.
When she moved back to the living room with the cup of water, Song Xingran was holding up Gasoline's front paws and teaching it to bow.
She placed the glass on the coffee table, deliberately avoiding the man's outstretched hand.
Silence spread like a spider web.
After a long while, he spoke first: "What's wrong with your legs?"
Wen Mu looked up, and Song Xingran's gaze fell directly on her right knee.
Just noticed now?
A heartless guy.
As expected, the daughter takes after her father.
She secretly complained, but did not show it on her face, and said lightly: "I bumped into you."
"Where did you hit?"
"The corner of the bed."
The man laughed disdainfully, his fangs faintly visible between his lips.
"Is Teacher Wen ever so stupid sometimes?"
Wen Mu clutched the edge of the pillow, his voice cold: "I'm stupid, not you. Why are you angry?"
"I'm not angry." Song Xingran curled his lips and smiled, "I'm so happy that I can't contain myself."
Wen Mu really didn't want to listen to him anymore. A dog can't spit out ivory.
I knew he was bad, but I didn't expect him to be so mean as to rub salt into other people's wounds.
"Take the gasoline with you." She ordered them to leave.
The man's smile froze. "You don't want it anymore? You were the one who wanted to raise it in the first place."
"Don't you miss it?" Wen Mu picked up the puppy and stuffed it into his arms. "It's nice for father and daughter to be reunited, isn't it?"
Song Xingran looked at her deeply, and when he stood up, his jacket brushed against her hair: "Okay, why not?"
Gasoline twisted restlessly in his arms. He held the puppy's head down and said, "Teacher Wen is so generous. Of course it's good."
At the entrance, he suddenly turned around and said, "Why don't you go home for dinner tomorrow night?"
The bruise on my knee ached slightly.
Wen Mu lied casually: "The lab is busy."
"Teacher Wen."
Song Xingran's voice became deeper.
"If you don't want to see me, just say so. Don't keep giving me excuses. I'm getting calluses from hearing them all the time."
"You know and you ask."
Wen Mu almost subconsciously said what was in her heart, but immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing.
This wasn't something she would normally say; it was too blunt and emotional.
It leaves no room for maneuver.
The man's back froze at the door.
"Yes, I know and I'm still asking." He chuckled at himself.
"I owe it."
The door closed softly, accompanied by a gentle sigh.
What a hassle.
*
8pm, on the top floor of Paris Garden.
Crystal chandeliers reflected light like diamonds, the dim lights intertwined with the beats of electronic music, and the entire rooftop terrace was filled with the gurgling of champagne bubbles and laughter. Waiters in shirts and vests shuttled around, and the cocktail glasses on the trays reflected neon colors.
The door was opened.
Yu Mo walked in holding Wen Mu's arm.
In an instant, the eyes of the people around gathered around him.
Wen Mu didn't wear glasses tonight. Her light brown contact lenses made her eyes look as clear as amber. Her black suspender skirt outlined her slender waist and long legs. Her high heels made her figure more upright. She looked like a cold cedar, cool and noble.
Yu Mo wore a champagne-colored fishtail dress, with red lips and a bright and charming smile.
Wu Nan, the protagonist of the party, was wearing a white miniskirt and standing in the middle of the crowd with a bright smile. Her fiancé was standing beside her, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit. He was gentle and elegant. From time to time, he lowered his head to tidy up the hair around her ears, his eyes were unspeakably gentle.
Wen Mu subconsciously felt that he would be a good husband.
Not like someone.
Seeing them, Wu Nan's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran over with her skirt lifted up: "Cousin! Sister Amu! You are finally here!"
Wen Mu handed over a gift, which was an exquisite figurine box, containing the limited edition "Star Trek" collector's item that Wu Nan had always wanted.
"Happy wedding, Xiaonan."
Wu Nan took it with surprise, his eyes widening: "Sister Amu, this is too valuable!"
Wen Mu smiled faintly: "If it can represent my feelings, that would be the best."
Wu Nan hugged her moved and then pulled them inside.
Yu Mo winked at Wen Mu.
Wen Mu understood and walked towards Yu Mo's parents.
"Uncle Yu, Aunt Wu." She nodded slightly.
When Yu's father and mother saw her, they immediately took her hand warmly and said, "Hey, Amu is here! How are you doing lately? I heard that you and Xingran are doing well."
Wen Mu pursed his lips, his expression calm, but there was a hint of weariness in his tone: "It's okay, it's just..."
She paused, as if weighing her words, and then slowly said, "Married life is more complicated than you might imagine."
Yu's mother immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is Xingran treating you badly?"
Wen Mu shook his head and said indifferently: "It's not bad, it's just..."
She sighed softly, her eyes drooping slightly, as if she was helpless and tired.
"He has a bad temper and is difficult to communicate with."
Father Yu frowned: "Did he bully you? Tell your uncle, and he will go find your Uncle Song and make a decision for you."
Wen Mu shook his head: "It's not bullying."
She paused, as if thinking about how to describe it.
"He's too self-absorbed and sometimes doesn't consider other people's feelings at all."
Yu's mother patted her hands distressedly: "Oh, how could this child be like this. Amu, don't worry, Xingran is a few years younger than you after all. Most young men are immature. Teach him slowly, he will get better, ah."
Wen Mu lowered his eyes and said softly, "Uncle and aunt, there's no rush to get married. If Momo meets someone she likes, she'll definitely take the initiative. Don't be too anxious, you two."
"If you don't meet the right person, wouldn't that be a waste of your precious time?"
Upon hearing this, Yu's father and mother nodded.
The mission had been completed, so Wen Mu found an empty corner and sat there in a daze.
"Teacher Wen."
A deep and familiar voice came from behind, with a hint of playful smile.
Wen Mu's back stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly turned around.
Song Xingran stood behind her with one hand in his pocket and the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing his sturdy forearms.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but his eyes were filled with danger.
"So in your heart, I am a 'not a good person'?"
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