Chapter 23 For the stars Bad teacher...
Wen Mu didn't know why Song Xingran appeared here. Shouldn't he be having dinner with his parents at the Song family's old house?
She asked, "Why are you here?"
No emotion can be heard.
There was no surprise, no guilt, and no joy in seeing the man in front of her.
Song Xingran's lips curled slightly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Why is Teacher Wen here again? Didn't you say the lab was busy?"
After his lie was exposed, Wen Mu stopped explaining and just looked away calmly.
The man chuckled and leaned closer, his thin lips almost touching her ear. His voice was low and carried a malicious smile.
"Bad teacher."
Wen Mu's fingertips curled slightly, and a hint of heat rose uncontrollably in his ears.
I felt inexplicably ashamed to be called like this by a man four years younger than me.
It would be fine if he just shouted at home, but why did he shout like that outside?
Doesn't she have any face?
Wen Mu's face remained expressionless, he just turned his head slightly to avoid his hot breath.
"When did you come?"
"Just arrived."
Song Xingran stood up and leaned lazily against the bar next to him, but his eyes were fixed on her.
"What a coincidence! I just happened to hear Teacher Wen sharing her experience after marriage."
He paused, and the smile in his eyes gradually cooled.
"I didn't know Teacher Wen was so dissatisfied with me."
Wen Mu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his tone remained calm: "I'm just telling the truth."
She felt that she had not lied. He was arrogant, unreasonable, and shameless.
It's just that this man has never had any self-awareness.
Song Xingran stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Then why did you choose me?"
Caught off guard.
Wen Mu raised his eyes and met his gaze.
Song Xingran's gaze was deep, as if he wanted to see through all her disguises.
The air seemed to stagnate at this moment.
Wen Mu was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Do you really want to know?"
The man's smile faded, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes: "Speak."
Wen Mu looked at him, wondering if he should tell the truth now, but he quickly dismissed the idea.
If anyone dares to give her the cold shoulder, she will definitely give him some time.
"You're very beautiful, and..."
After a pause, her gaze slowly moved down and back to his eyes.
"It looks good."
The man stared at her, a sarcastic curve at the corner of his lips.
"So, Mr. Wen chose me just because I'm the most comfortable to use?"
Wen Mu did not answer, but silence was the best answer.
She believed that Song Xingran should have this basic judgment ability. They got married after only meeting once, without any emotional foundation at all.
If she didn't choose him because of their future suitability, could it be because she fell in love with him at first sight that day?
This is unreliable and unrealistic.
Song Xingran chuckled softly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Wenmu."
He called her by her full name again, his voice low and filled with suppressed anger.
"What do you take me for?"
"Was the massage/good?"
Wen Mu raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "How could it be?"
"You're still my mascot."
This statement is sincere.
She was grateful to the Song family from the bottom of her heart.
"I thought you would figure it out from the start."
"Besides," she turned her head away, her voice a little weaker, "I see you're quite happy in bed too."
This can't be a lie. They did it twice and it took so many days. He must have been satisfied each time.
Several times, she had already given in and begged him, but he still refused to listen.
She still felt that she was wronged.
Song Xingran's eyes darkened, and he reached out and grabbed her wrist with such force that it almost hurt her.
"Then why have you been angry these days? Why don't you come to see me?"
Wenmu was startled.
Is she angry?
She clearly...didn't.
The man stared at her expression, slowly approached her, and lowered his voice to a very low level with a vicious provocation.
"Teacher Wen, are you..."
"Are you starting to care about me?"
Wen Mu laughed, then spoke calmly:
"You're overthinking it."
"I just don't like wasting time talking to a childish man."
Song Xingran stared at her for a few seconds, let go of her hand, took a step back, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.
"OK."
"Since Teacher Wen is so clear-headed."
"Then it's best to stay awake."
After saying that, he turned and left, his back looking cold and distant.
Wen Mu stood where he was.
It would be better to explain it clearly.
Maybe this way, he wouldn't say those weird things or do those weird things.
In the distance, Yu Mo looked over worriedly and shook her head to indicate that she was fine.
The party continues.
The electronic music took on a more intense rhythm, and someone urged Wu Nan to perform. The bride, however, smiled and pointed at Wen Mu: "Sister Amu was a bassist in college, let her do it!"
Everyone looked at him.
Wen Mu wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Song Xingran leaning against the bar, looking at them coldly. Impulsively, she put down her glass and walked towards the small stage.
"It's been a while," she whispered, taking the bass that was handed to her.
The black suspender skirt formed a sharp contrast with the dark red bass. Wen Mu's slender fingers stroked the strings and tried a few notes.
The audience gradually quieted down, and everyone was waiting to see another side of this usually aloof and reserved doctor of astronomy.
As the prelude began, Wen Mu's entire demeanor changed. She lowered her head slightly, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, her fingertips dancing nimbly across the strings. It was a rock version of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," a rebellious yet soulful arrangement.
She had casually modified a song in high school, but she never expected it would come in handy ten years later.
Song Xingran's wine glass stopped in mid-air.
He had never seen Wen Mu like this before. Confident and outspoken, with a star-like glint in his eyes.
The bass strings seemed to come alive in her hands, and every note was precisely timed to his heartbeat.
The song ended with thunderous applause.
A thin layer of sweat oozed from Wen Mu's forehead, and her chest rose and fell slightly. She raised her eyes and met the man's gaze.
The two looked at each other for a second, then turned away at the same time.
"Oh my god, Amu!" Yu Mo rushed over and hugged her, "How come you still play so well!"
Wen Mu smiled lightly: "The song is simple, I almost played it wrong just now."
"Miss Wen?" A man in a suit approached with a glass of champagne and a warm smile. "Long time no see."
Wen Mu raised his eyes and recognized that the other person was his senior from college, Lin Jinye.
"Senior Lin."
Lin Jinye handed over a glass of juice: "I heard you got married?"
Wen Mu took the cup and took a sip politely: "Hmm."
"it's a pity."
Lin Jinye half-jokingly said, "If I had persisted a little longer, maybe the person standing next to you now wouldn't be that crazy Young Master Song."
"Wen Mu, why don't you consider it and choose me?"
This question is bold and true.
Frankly speaking, Lin Jinye met Wen Mu's criteria for a partner. But there are no ifs in the world. They took different paths, and naturally had different endings.
Wen Mu didn't expect that Lin Jinye still hadn't gotten over her rejection. She felt the need to emphasize the fact that she was married again.
Even if I don't love you, I will not betray you, and I will not let others say such offensive words.
Wen Mu pulled away a little and said calmly, "Senior Lin, I think there is no difference between then and now."
"My choice has always been the same and it won't change."
"I don't want to hear such words again in the future."
"You have no respect for me and you have no respect for my husband."
Lin Jinye laughed when he heard this, knowing that he was being rude: "Sorry. I said the wrong thing."
Wen Mu nodded and said goodbye, then walked to the sofa and sat down.
What did she just do?
Is she protecting Song Xingran?
She must be crazy.
His eyes unconsciously looked towards the bar.
The man was no longer there, only an empty wine glass reflecting the cold light.
Forget it, just think of it as being for Song Mingshen and Shen Sui.
As the party was coming to an end, Wu Nan suggested that his core friends move on.
Wen Mu wanted to refuse, but Yu Mo agreed on her behalf: "Of course Amu will go! She's the MVP today!"
The second show was scheduled for a private room in the club. When Wen Mu walked in, he found Song Xingran already sitting in a corner, fiddling with a lighter. The flame flickered between his fingers, illuminating the tense line of his jaw.
"Let's play the King game!" someone suggested, and the response was immediate.
Wen Mu was placed in the middle of the sofa, with Yu Mo on his left, and the empty seat on the right was soon occupied by Song Xingran.
When he sat down, he brought with him a gust of wind, a mixture of the scent of tequila and mint.
In the first round of the draw, the king was Wu Nan.
"Number 3 and Number 7 look at each other for ten seconds!" she announced excitedly.
Wen Mu turned over his card - number 3.
And number 7 was actually Lin Jinye.
"Wow!" everyone cheered.
Everyone in Ningda knew that Lin Jinye had pursued Wen Mu.
They were the school hunk and the school belle, a talented man and a beautiful woman, and everyone was waiting for the beginning of a wonderful story. But who knew that Lin Jinye pursued Wen Mu for a year, and Wen Mu rejected him for a year.
Wen Mu hesitated for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man crush the beer can.
"It's just a game."
"Don't take it too seriously."
She said softly, not knowing whether she was talking to herself or someone else.
Lin Jinye walked up to her with a smile in his eyes. Wen Mu met his gaze calmly, but her heart was counting down.
Five seconds later, the sound of a lighter lid opening and closing came from beside me.
Eight seconds later, Song Xingran suddenly stood up to get the wine and accidentally bumped into Lin Jinye's shoulder.
"Time's up!" Wu Nan announced, "Next round!"
In the second round, the king was replaced by Yu Mo.
"Number 1 and Number 5—" she drawled, "kiss for ten seconds!"
Wen Mu inexplicably had a bad feeling.
When she turned over the card, she almost suffocated - number 5.
So number 1 is...
"It's me."
Song Xingran showed his cards and spoke in a hoarse voice.
The box exploded instantly.
Wen Mu's fingertips felt cold, and she wanted to withdraw. Even if they were husband and wife, kissing in front of their friends was too much.
Turning around, I saw Song Xingran's provocative eyes.
The spirit of not admitting defeat came up, and she raised her chin slightly: "Master Song, can't you afford to play?"
Song Xingran's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
The kiss came quickly and urgently, carrying the spicy flavor of tequila and the anger that had been suppressed for many days. Wen Mu subconsciously grabbed the front of his shirt, his knuckles turning white.
The man's lips were softer than she had imagined, but he kissed her fiercely, as if asserting his sovereignty.
"Time's up!" Yu Mo's voice seemed to come from far away.
When Song Xingran stepped back, her lipstick was still on the corner of his lips.
He licked it off nastily and whispered, "How's your husband's kissing skills, Teacher Wen?"
“It sucks.”
Wen Mu remained calm and reached out to touch the tips of his burning ears.
How could he kiss her so hard in front of so many people?
fierce.
shameless.
The game continued, but Wen Mu became more and more irritable. Her throat was dry and hot, and she urgently needed some liquid to moisten it.
She casually picked up the glass in front of her and took a sip, immediately choking. It was whiskey, so strong it burned her throat.
Wen Mu was a little panicked and subconsciously glanced at the man next to him. I don’t know what he was thinking in his dark eyes.
Still angry, young men are trouble.
I don’t know how her colleague can be so sweet with a man who is 6 years younger than her.
After thinking for a moment, she took another sip.
Get drunk. What a drunk says doesn’t count.
Ten minutes later, Wen Mu was already feeling groggy, her cheeks flushed unnaturally. She leaned back on the sofa, her eyes hazy, and her usually meticulously combed hair was scattered across her forehead.
Song Xingran noticed something was wrong with her: "What's wrong?"
Yu Mo also came over and keenly smelled the alcohol on her body: "She drank?!"
Song Xingran's face was gloomy.
Didn't she know that she couldn't drink? Why did she still drink, and in front of so many people, in front of that Lin?
The man frowned, snatched the cup from her hand and looked at it, dumbfounded.
"She drank my wine."
Yu Mo paused.
Song Xingran came forward and shook the cup in front of Wen Mu: "Why are you drinking my wine?"
The tone was cold and hard.
Wen Mu blinked dully, then suddenly reached out and poked him in the cheek: "Why are you so fierce?"
"Bad puppy."
The box suddenly became quiet.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see Young Master Song lose his temper.
Unexpectedly, Song Xingran just looked away, remained silent for a moment, then stood up and carried Wen Mu horizontally.
"I'll take her back first."
He spoke to the stunned crowd, his voice filled with helplessness that could not be concealed.
The night breeze blew across his cheeks, and Wen Mu became a little more awake.
She found herself in Song Xingran's arms. The warmth of the man's chest could be felt through his shirt, and his heartbeat was steady and strong.
"Put me down." She struggled, but her voice was unnaturally soft.
"Don't move." Song Xingran tightened his arms, "You'll be in trouble if you fall."
The parking lot was dimly lit. Song Xingran carefully placed her in the passenger seat. As he leaned over to fasten her seat belt, his hair brushed against the tip of her nose.
Wen Mu vaguely smelled the shampoo he often used, a refreshing mint scent.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" he asked in a low voice, gently brushing away the strands of hair on her forehead with his fingers.
This action was too gentle, completely different from his usual harshness.
Wen Mu stared blankly at his eyes and eyebrows so close to him, and suddenly felt his chest swelling.
"Song Xingran." She murmured.
"Um?"
"You're annoying."
The man paused, then smiled bitterly: "I know."
The engine started and Wen Mu was already drowsy.
In a daze, she felt someone covering her with a coat, and his fingertips lingered in her hair for a moment, very lightly.
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At the entrance of Xinghewan, Song Xingran held Wen Mu in one hand and struggled to reach for the fingerprint lock with the other hand.
The person in his arms twisted restlessly, and the straps of her black suspender dress slipped down to her arms, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.
"Don't move," he gritted out, breathing heavier than after a rally.
Wen Mu murmured "hmm" in a daze, and rubbed her hot cheeks against his neck gently, like a coquettish cat.
She was a mixture of the sweetness of champagne and the strength of his whiskey. Her breath sprayed on his Adam's apple, causing him to shudder.
"Ding——" the door finally opened.
Song Xingran strode towards the bedroom and pushed the half-closed door open with his knee. The bedroom was still as tidy as ever, the sheets smooth and wrinkle-free, as if silently accusing their owner of being absent these days.
He carefully placed her on the edge of the bed and squatted down to untie her thin-strap high heels. The metal buckle was a little tangled, so he had to move gently for fear of hurting her.
"It hurts." Wen Mu suddenly groaned softly, and his ankle subconsciously retracted.
Song Xingran frowned. Under the light, two glaring red marks had been rubbed onto her fair heels, one of which had even broken the skin.
He had noticed that she had been twisting her ankle uncomfortably throughout the party.
“Serves you right.”
The man spoke harshly, but his hands were even lighter. "How dare you stand there for so long wearing shoes like that?"
Wen Mu seemed to understand the rebuke and pouted in grievance: "How dare you be so mean to me."
Her voice was unusually soft when she was drunk, with a long tail tone, completely different from her usual cold voice.
Wen Mu yelled again: "My eyes hurt."
She rarely wore colored contact lenses before, but she wore them for a long time today and felt uncomfortable.
Song Xingran walked over, helped the person up, and carefully helped her take out her colored contact lenses.
Wen Mu stared at him in surprise: "Song Xingran, you are so amazing."
He was not surprised: "Humph, I can't stand it."
When the man looked up, he met her hazy eyes. Those eyes, always calm and peaceful, were now wet, reflecting the fragmented light from the ceiling lamp.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he forced himself to look away: "Change your clothes."
She grabbed one of his old T-shirts from the closet, and when she turned around, she saw Wen Mu trying to unzip her skirt herself.
The alcohol made her movements clumsy and cute. The zipper was stuck halfway up her waist and wouldn't move at all. She was so anxious that the tip of her nose turned red.
"How stupid." Song Xingran walked over and slapped her hand away, "I'll do it."
The moment his fingertips touched the zipper, his breathing suddenly became heavier. The back of this damn skirt was almost completely bare, with only two thin straps crossing to maintain the last bit of decency.
The greedy gazes of the men at the party flashed back to my mind.
Did they also see this snow-white skin?
Are you also imagining the feeling of having your arms around this slender waist?
Are you looking for death?
Song Xingran could hardly control the violent nature in his heart.
"Turn around." His voice was very hoarse.
Wen Mu turned around obediently, his black hair sliding to one side with the movement, revealing his entire back.
The man's pupils suddenly contracted.
She wasn't wearing any bra! She was just using breast stickers.
The further down the zipper he went, the more furious he became. When the skirt fell to her thighs, he saw more "evidence" of her guilt: bruises on her knees, red marks on her inner thighs from the lace hem of the skirt...
He ripped off the skirt and threw it on the ground.
"You're just ruining yourself like that?"
Wen Mu was frightened by his sudden anger and flinched.
"Again fierce."
Song Xingran was instantly deflated.
Wen Mu pinched his nose: "I am your sister, you are not allowed to be mean to me."
The man snorted coldly.
From the very beginning, she was only his wife.
But Wen Mu obviously didn't have this awareness, and always tried to use the age difference to control him, but he didn't know that this would only further stimulate his inner dissatisfaction.
Song Xingran couldn't understand it.
It was clearly she who wanted to get married, and she was the one who called him "husband" first. How come after getting married, she no longer considered him her husband?
He sat on the edge of the bed, sulking, and recalled what the woman had said to him.
He suddenly understood the reason.
She doesn't love him.
She only wanted to sleep with him.
From the beginning to now.
It's that simple.
Tsk, we’re legal spouses, just sleep together.
He doesn't suffer any loss.
Song Xingran took a deep breath and put the T-shirt over her head.
"Raise your hand."
Wen Mu did as he was told. His hair was messy when it came out from his collar, and the loose hem of his T-shirt just covered his legs.
This is a million times cuter than wearing that damn skirt.
"Want to take a shower?" the man asked, his voice much softer.
Wen Mu tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Help me."
Song Xingran almost bit his tongue. Their eyes met in silence.
a long time.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
"I know." She smiled innocently and charmingly, her fingers climbing up along the buttons of his shirt.
"Husband helps his wife take a bath..."
“It’s only natural.”
The last four words sat on her tongue like melted taffy.
Song Xingran suddenly grabbed her rebellious hand, his eyes dark and frightening.
"Then promise me that if you remember what happened tomorrow, you won't get angry with me."
Wen Mu tilted his head and looked at him, as if he didn't understand why he said that.
After a moment, the man let go of his hand and lowered his head.
"It's okay to lose your temper."
"Don't ignore me."
The lighting in the bathroom is much softer than in the bedroom.
Song Xingran rolled up his shirt sleeves, his back already soaking wet as he adjusted the water temperature. Wen Mu sat on a small stool, the hem of his T-shirt soaked and sticking to his thighs, making his porcelain-white skin even more lustrous and radiant, incredibly alluring.
"Take it off yourself."
He handed over the bath ball and deliberately avoided her sight.
There was a rustling sound behind me, and then the T-shirt was thrown into the laundry basket.
Song Xingran turned around with a stiff neck and wrapped the bath towel around her shoulders like a diligent nurse.
"Turn around."
Wen Mu didn't move, staring at him with wet eyes.
"Are you angry?"
In the mist, her voice was unusually clear.
The man paused, not expecting her to bring this up at this time.
"Because of the ring?" she continued, her drunken logic surprisingly coherent.
"Or is it because..."
"I said I chose you because I wanted to sleep with you?"
The sound of the shower water became the best white noise.
Song Xingran squeezed some shower gel into his palm and silently rubbed it on her shoulders. The foam spread under his fingertips, and he felt the warmth of her skin and spoke softly:
“Both.”
Wen Mu let out a soft "hmm" and leaned back into his hand.
The man didn't say anything. She seemed unhappy. She raised her head and looked at him with a pair of misty eyes, as if encouraging him to continue.
"I spent a really long time choosing that ring."
His voice was muffled, his fingers unconsciously rubbing circles on her collarbone.
"The night I returned from your house, I called someone over overnight. I even specially changed the star pattern on the ring."
A drop of water slid down Wen Mu's spine. Song Xingran followed the drop of water and watched it disappear at the edge of the bath towel.
He suddenly wanted to bite her.
Leave a mark in this place, let everyone know that she has a husband, let everyone know that she is his.
"But I said, I like it very much." Wen Mu turned around, and the foam slid down with the movement.
"I took a photo specially, posted it on WeChat Moments, and @ed you."
She never posted anything on her Moments that wasn’t about astronomy before.
This man is clearly the first exception.
Song Xingran looked at her: "Then I forgot it at my parents' house for a month and couldn't remember to look for it."
Wen Mu lowered his eyes: "I apologized to you."
The sound is very soft.
Song Xingran wiped her body gently.
"Do you know where I put the ring?"
Wen Mu looked up.
"I always wear it on my hand after you go out."
"When you come back, I'll put it in my treasure chest."
He didn't say anything else, but his hands stopped moving.
He felt unhappy simply because he could not accept such an unbalanced state and did not like the atmosphere of being ignored and neglected.
That's all.
Wen Mu didn't know whether he should be surprised that he wore a ring every day, or that such a "cynical" young master actually had a treasure chest.
She suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled.
The man was obviously angry and reached out to pinch her cheek, but not hard.
"You're still laughing at me."
"Teacher Wen, even if our marriage is just a transaction, please treat this relationship with the same attitude as I do."
"Otherwise, wouldn't it be too unfair?"
Wen Mu blinked and suddenly reached out to hold his face.
The foam stuck to his eyelashes and she blew gently.
"I was wrong."
She spoke slowly.
"Hubby, I was wrong."
She leaned in close, her nose almost touching his, "But you're also wrong."
Song Xingran raised an eyebrow: "Me?"
"You were mean to me," Wen Mu accused, poking his chest with his fingertips. "You even gave me the cold shoulder and didn't even talk to me for five days."
"Do you know that I've been eating Shandong pancakes for five days?"
“I’m almost stuffed to death!”
The moisture made her eyes brighter. She rarely looked so coquettish, at least not in front of him.
Song Xingran felt as if the entire nebula was contained inside.
He grabbed her rebellious hand and said, "You're so full that you're dying. Don't you know not to eat?"
"Teacher Wen, are you stupid?"
Wen Mu shook his head.
"You're dumber than me."
"so."
"Why don't you come to me?"
Song Xingran laughed: "Can't you just come to me?"
Wen Mu: “No.”
“Because I’m busy.”
She wrapped her arms around the man and occasionally pulled at his collar for fun.
"So, no matter what time it is, you must come to me."
Song Xingran chuckled: "Okay, I'll find you."
"You are bullying me just because you are older."
"Hook me in bed and scold me outside of bed."
Wen Mu smiled: "Do you hate this?"
The man's thumb rubbed her wrist for a long moment before he replied:
"I don't mind."
He looked into her eyes, as if he were going to fall into them.
"Wen Mu, we are already married."
"I know that nothing is more important to you than research, but can you please focus on me in your life outside of research?"
"Just like I'm focused on you."
Wen Mu was stunned, and seemed to sober up a little.
She had never heard Song Xingran express himself so bluntly before - this man who was as bad as a naughty boy, at this moment, had such a serious look in his eyes that made her heart tremble.
The bathroom suddenly became too hot.
A familiar impulse surged up, Wen Mu hooked his neck and bit his ear.
"Prove it to me."
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