Chapter 36 For the stars Are you comfortable...
As soon as Wen Mu's back touched the wall of the entrance hall, Song Xingran pressed over.
He kissed her rapidly, his breath scorching. His palm clasped the back of her neck, forcing her head back. Wen Mu stood on tiptoe, but still couldn't reach his height. He could only hold her waist with one hand and lift her up, her toes barely touching the ground.
His lips were warm and soft, with the sweet taste of mint candy. His tongue pried open her teeth and went straight in, as if to snatch all the air from her lungs.
Wen Mu was dizzy from the kiss, and his fingers unconsciously grabbed his collar.
She didn't understand why Song Xingran was so keen on kissing.
Aren't they just two pieces of soft flesh? Why did he have to tear and rub them so many times, as if he wanted to suck her soul out.
The man noticed that she was distracted and bit her lower lip as a punishment.
"Hiss—" Wen Mu felt pain and snapped back to her senses. She saw him step back slightly and stare at her unhappily: "You're distracted."
"No." She retorted subconsciously.
"Hard-mouthed."
He scoffed and lowered his head to kiss her again, this time even more fiercely. He pinched her waist with one hand and tried to unbutton her coat with the other. But the buttons seemed to be deliberately resisting him and he couldn't unbutton them no matter how hard he tried.
He became anxious and kissed her harder, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
While responding to his kiss, Wen Mu groped for his hand, and then helped him unbutton the first button.
I realized only too late how ridiculous my behavior was.
The coat fell to the floor, followed by a close-fitting beige sweater, and finally a plain cotton bra.
Song Xingran's lips slid from the corner of her mouth to the side of her neck, which was hot and itchy. Wen Mu held down his restless head and said in a trembling voice, "Take a shower."
Those eyes were wet, and the cold appearance was torn open by lust, revealing the softness inside.
Song Xingran stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly picked her up and said, "Let's take a shower together."
*
Wen Mu woke up and stared at the ceiling for a long time.
My waist felt like it had been run over by a heavy truck, sore and swollen that even turning over was difficult. Memories came back in fragments: steam rising from the bathroom, blurry handprints on the mirror, her being pressed against the tiled wall, the cold touch, and then...
She suddenly closed her eyes, reached for her waist, and pounded the bed viciously: "Asshole."
"I'm an asshole, so what are you? An asshole wife?"
A laughing voice came from the door. Wen Mu turned around and saw the man leaning against the door frame. He looked refreshed and energetic, like a robot that had just been recharged.
He was wearing a loose black T-shirt with his collarbone exposed at the neckline, and his black hair was sticking up in a messy manner, making him look a little more youthful than usual.
Wen Mu rolled his eyes in his heart.
It turns out that this guy is not without pressure, but he has been storing it up and taking it out on her.
Song Xingran walked to the bedside and his eyes fell on her. The woman's hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her eyes were still sleepy, with a faint red at the corners, her lips were slightly swollen, and her whole body exuded the fatigue of being bullied.
He really loved the way she looked.
The cold outer shell was peeled off, revealing the softness and fragility inside, like a volcano under a glacier, and only he could see the splendor of the eruption.
Song Xingran lifted the quilt and lay down in it. He groped for the slightly cold hands from under the quilt, pulled them out, and played with them in his palms.
Wen Mu's hands were beautiful, slender and long, with nails trimmed short and neat, and fingertips rounded like carefully polished jade. Despite being so slender, they felt boneless when rubbed, incredibly soft.
He vaguely remembered how these hands moved last night.
His feeling was right, these hands were really suitable for holding things.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" he asked.
Wen Mu ignored him and slowed down his breathing.
Song Xingran didn't mind. He took her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips bit by bit.
Focused and pious.
Wen Mu raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Are you comfortable?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was asking, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Comfortable."
He leaned over and rubbed her cheek with the tip of his nose: "Teacher Wen, reward me like this next time, okay?"
Wen Mu: "It depends on my mood."
Song Xingran chuckled softly, his chest vibrating: "Then I will definitely serve Teacher Wen well. I will make you extremely happy."
Wen Mu glared at him.
He served her? He looked happier than she did.
The two of them lay there quietly. Wen Mu rested with her eyes half closed, while Song Xingran rubbed her hand while staring at her, his eyes so hot that they seemed to burn a hole in her face.
After a long time, Wen Mu felt a little more conscious and spoke: "What time is it?"
Song Xingran: "Four o'clock in the afternoon."
Is it another record-breaking one?
The man seemed to see through her thoughts and said innocently, "It's just one more time than last time."
Wen Mu: "..."
Is this just a matter of viewing times? Is it also a matter of time?
"Still want to sleep?" he asked.
"What's up?"
"Mom and Dad have reserved a table. Let's have dinner together as a family tonight."
Wen Mu sighed: "Lie down for a while."
"good."
Song Xingran responded, but his hands touched her waist.
Wen Mu subconsciously dodged: "Don't."
"I won't do it," he said softly, "I'll help you massage it."
Wen Mu didn't say anything else.
The man's palms were warm, with just the right amount of strength. He massaged her waistline, his fingertips occasionally brushing against her spine, causing a subtle shiver. Wen Mu closed her eyes, feeling his movements, her sore muscles slowly relaxing under his soothing caress.
Last night he had put his arm around her waist, which was enough to keep her steady. She didn't fall, but her waist was broken.
He frowned: "Why is it thinner again? Didn't you eat well?"
Not only the waist, but that part is also smaller.
Wen Mu asked listlessly, "Don't you like it?"
Song Xingran was stunned by the question.
What could he say? He did. But he also liked her the way she was before.
"I like it." He bent down and kissed the top of her head. "I like you no matter what you are like."
The two stopped talking. Song Xingran looked at her while rubbing her waist carefully, his eyes incredibly gentle.
Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden streak across the floor. The room was so quiet that only the sounds of their breathing and the gentle patter of their hands brushing against their skin could be heard.
Wen Mu fell drowsy under his kneading.
In a trance, she thought that this was probably the truest appearance after marriage.
There is madness, tenderness, his tireless demands, and also his careful care at this moment.
She didn't seem to hate it.
*
Wen Mu stumbled into the car led by Song Xingran.
Her whole body ached, her steps felt shaky, like she was treading on cotton. She was still immersed in the state of emptiness that came from excessive exhaustion. Song Xingran, on the other hand, was in high spirits. He held her steady with one hand and opened the car door for her with the other, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid to break anything fragile.
Wen Mu slumped in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window.
She said that doing that kind of thing is not free.
After doing it, I just want to lie in bed all day and don’t want to go anywhere.
But Song Xingran obviously didn't think so.
As he drove, he would turn his head to look at her from time to time, his eyes burning as if he wanted to stare a hole through her.
Wen Mu was too lazy to pay attention to him and simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but those beautiful scenes involuntarily emerged in his mind.
She suddenly opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and glared at the culprit fiercely.
Song Xingran noticed her gaze and a sly smile appeared on his lips: "What's wrong, Teacher Wen?"
Wen Mu didn't say anything, but just turned his face to the window silently.
The car finally stopped in front of a five-star hotel.
The manager had been waiting outside the door. When he saw them get out of the car, he immediately came over and said respectfully, "Mr. Song, Miss Wen, this way."
Wen Mu was led by Song Xingran through the magnificent lobby and took the elevator to the top floor. Her mind was still groggy until the manager opened the door to the private room for them.
“Surprise!”
Wen Mu woke up instantly.
In the private room, the two families sat in a neat circle. Everyone's eyes fell on her and Song Xingran, especially their interlocked hands.
Wen Mu subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Song Xingran held it even tighter, his knuckles turning slightly white, as if he was afraid that she would run away.
"Mom and Dad, we're here." Song Xingran greeted them with a smile, his tone so natural as if they were only a little late.
Shen Sui smiled and joked: "Oh, the couple has a really good relationship."
Qin Yi also laughed: "Aran is good at taking care of people, and Zhizhi looks like a younger sister next to him."
Wen Mu: "..."
Sister?! Are you kidding me? No matter what, her temperament is different, right? Isn't she much more mature than that brat Song Xingran?
She couldn't help but glance at Song Xingran, who was raising his eyebrows at her proudly, with an expression that said, "See, I told you I'm more mature than you."
Wen Mu rolled his eyes silently.
Song Xingran took her to a seat, and Chen Sui asked with concern: "Amu doesn't look well. Is he tired from getting up early to pick up Aran?"
"Cough cough cough——" Song Mingli suddenly started coughing violently, as if he was choked by water.
Shen Sui frowned: "This kid can even choke himself when drinking water."
Song Mingli wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled politely: "Sorry."
Then he made eye contact with Song Xingran, who gave him a warning look.
Song Mingli recalled the experience of being forced to change his younger brother's flight ticket and being threatened not to tell his parents and elder brother, and secretly decided that he must make a killing from him tonight.
Wen Mu was too embarrassed to say it was because of all the fooling around all night, so he just said vaguely: "Maybe, I'm a little tired lately."
The dishes were served quickly and everyone raised their glasses to celebrate.
"Come, let's toast to the happy event of our two families!" Song Mingshen suggested with a smile.
Everyone clinked their glasses, and Wen Mu took a sip of red wine. The sweet liquid slid down her throat, finally making her completely sober.
The conversation naturally turned to wedding preparations.
"Amu, do you have any ideas?" Chen Sui asked gently, "Where do you want to hold it? What kind of event do you want? How big do you want it to be?"
Wen Mu was stunned for a moment.
She hadn't really thought about it. At the beginning of the marriage, she had viewed it as a mere transaction, the wedding a mere formality. But now, looking at the expectant gazes of both families, she suddenly realized that this wedding was far more important than she had imagined.
"I..." She hesitated, "It's just for everyone's convenience."
Song Xingran suddenly squeezed her hand.
Wen Mu turned to look at him. The man's deep eyes stared at her without blinking, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but revealing a seriousness that could not be refused.
"Say whatever you think," he murmured, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. "You're the bride."
His voice was very soft, but it seemed to carry some kind of magic that made Wen Mu's heart skip a beat.
The light from the box fell on the side of his face, outlining a sharp outline, but his eyes were incredibly soft, as if filled with starlight.
Wen Mu took a deep breath and put his worries aside.
"I want to go somewhere where I can see the Northern Lights," she said softly. "I don't want something too big. I'm really not good at socializing, and I'm afraid of causing trouble for my parents. Something Western-style is fine, something simple."
She paused and added, "I want to wear a cheongsam when I toast."
Qin Yi's eyes lit up: "Is it the one we picked for you?"
Wen Mu nodded.
Chen Sui smiled and clapped his hands: "The aurora is great! It's so romantic! When Ah Ran was little, she said that she would take the person she loved to see the aurora in the future."
Song Xingran's ears turned slightly red, and he coughed lightly: "Mom!"
Wen Mu looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that he still had such a romantic obsession.
The discussion then became heated, with the two families discussing everything from the wedding venue to the guest list, from the wedding dress style to the honeymoon itinerary.
Wen Mu answered one by one, and Song Xingran sat beside her the whole time, listening carefully, and occasionally interjecting "She likes this" or "She is not used to that", with such meticulousness that it seemed as if he had already engraved her preferences into his bones.
Finally, when all the details were finalized, Wen Mu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the Coke in front of him and drank it all.
Song Xingran turned his head to look at her, and suddenly smiled mischievously: "Teacher Wen, are you nervous?"
Wen Mu pushed his glasses and said calmly, "No."
"Oh?" He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her earlobe, "Then why are your ears red?"
Wen Mu: "..."
*
Yu Mo bit her milk tea straw and asked vaguely, "Your husband won't accompany you when you choose a wedding dress? You're not qualified!"
Wen Mu calmly flipped through the wedding magazine in her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the design of a dark blue starry sky skirt. "Something happened suddenly. It seems to be a company matter. I'm not sure."
"Didn't he refuse to inherit the family business?" Yu Mo raised her eyebrows.
"I don't know." Wen Mu closed the magazine and added lightly, "Even though he didn't inherit it, he's still rich."
She told Yu Mo the general arrangements for the wedding - the aurora, a small private ceremony, and a Western-style process.
Yu Mo's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she nodded repeatedly: "Great, great, I love this wedding! It's romantic and unconventional, as expected of an astronomy major!"
Wen Mu smiled and said, "I've reserved a seat for your Xiao Ning as well."
Yu Mo's expression changed instantly, and the milk tea straw was bitten flat by her: "Why did you save a seat for him?"
"Were you having a fight?"
"We broke up."
Wen Mu frowned.
Yu Mo waved her hands and smiled casually: "Oh, it's no big deal, isn't it just a breakup? I'm a doctor, beautiful and rich, and I have plenty of men."
Wen Mu didn't respond.
She knew Yu Mo too well. From their seemingly casual chats, she had long noticed that Ning Yuanxi was different to Yu Mo.
But if Yu Mo didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't ask. Between friends, some wounds need to heal on their own.
The car stopped in front of the Vera Wang bridal shop.
It was a pure white building, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the fragmented light reflected by the crystal chandeliers inside. The door was covered with a dark blue carpet, like the sky at the last moment before nightfall.
Wen Mu stood in front of the door and suddenly felt a sense of unreality - she was actually going to wear a wedding dress.
The door opened, and a delicate scent of irises filled the air. The space was dominated by ivory and champagne gold. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the couture wedding gowns displayed in the center. Each dress resembled a work of art kissed by starlight, its lace, tulle, and pearls shimmering delicately under the light.
A female manager in a beige suit came up to us with a polite smile: "Excuse me, are you Miss Wen and Miss Yu?"
They nodded.
"Mr. Song has already called. Please come this way."
The manager led them through the main exhibition hall and pushed open a carved glass door. Inside was a more private space. A mixed-race girl sat on a sofa, looking down at a design. She looked up at the noise.
Yu Mo took a deep breath and subconsciously looked at Wen Mu.
Wen Mu was also stunned.
The girl was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with slightly curly black hair, light brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small mole at the corner of her lip.
The girl stood up, smiled and extended her hand: "Hello, I'm Mingying, responsible for designing Miss Wen's wedding dress."
Bright cherry.
Wen Mu's fingertips trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
She nodded slightly: "Hello."
The manager silently poured tea, his eyes shifting subtly between the three people.
Mingying touched her face, a little confused: "Is there something on my face?"
"Sorry." Wen Mu said softly, "You look a bit like someone I know."
Mingying smiled, her eyes curved into crescents: "Really? It seems we are destined to be together. Please take a seat."
In the next two hours, Mingying communicated with Wen Mu professionally and patiently about the design of the wedding dress.
Wen Mu liked the color dark blue and wanted a starry sky element. The hem of the skirt had to have a flowing nebula feel, but the overall tailoring had to be simple and elegant. Ming Ying listened while quickly sketching and occasionally offering suggestions. The communication between the two was surprisingly smooth.
"You can use silver thread embroidery here to simulate the halo of a star." Mingying pointed to the hem of the skirt. "The neckline can be made asymmetrical, like a star trail distorted by gravity."
Wen Mu nodded: "Very professional."
Mingying winked playfully: "My brother is an astronomy enthusiast, and I've been influenced by him since I was a child."
Wen Mu paused in drinking water, then quickly continued.
Before leaving, they exchanged contact information. Mingying walked them to the door with a bright smile: "Looking forward to seeing you next time, Miss Wen."
After leaving the bridal shop, Yu Mo finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Wen Mu opened the car door and said calmly, "I don't know."
"What if it's really such a coincidence?"
"That won't matter."
*
Song Group headquarters, top floor conference room.
Song Xingran leaned back in his chair, listening absentmindedly to his father and several shareholders discussing the quarterly financial report.
The phone screen lights up, and I pick it up and see:
[Mr. Song, his wife, and Miss Yu have already gone back.]
Just as he was about to lock the screen, another message popped up:
【There is a situation that I don’t know whether I should talk about.】
Song Xingran frowned and dialed the number directly.
"explain."
The manager lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Song, my wife came today and saw the wedding dress designer. She stared at her for a long time."
"And—"
"say what."
"The designer looks like someone she knows."
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The author has something to say: Sweet and sweet wedding preparations
Also, it will take some time for the second male lead to appear [spread hands]
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