Chapter 4 For the stars She really...
Wen Mu stood at the entrance of the base, looking down at his phone.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up.
Song Xingran changed his clothes. His white T-shirt was loosely draped over his body, and his ripped jeans wrapped around his slender legs. His hair was still damp, with water droplets dripping down his neck and into his collar.
Wen Mu smelled the faint scent of shower gel on his body, mixed with mint aftershave, which was refreshing and not greasy.
"Go home, your family is worried about you." She put away her phone and spoke calmly.
"Do you know that you look like my mother?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to have a son like you."
Song Xingran was choked, glared at her, and strode towards the door. After taking a few steps, he found that Wen Mu had not caught up. He turned around and saw that she was still standing there, looking up and around.
"What are you standing there for?" He frowned.
Wen Mu retracted his gaze and said, "See if there is a bus stop nearby."
"You go back first."
The man stood there motionless, with a complicated expression.
"What do you think?"
"If I leave you here alone and go back, what will I become?"
Asshole, that's what you are anyway.
Wen Mu complained in his heart, but didn't show it on his face: "I'm carsick."
Song Xingran was silent for a moment: "Will it open?"
"It's not been opened many times." Wen Mu answered truthfully.
A silver arc was drawn in the air, and Wen Mu subconsciously caught it, feeling the coolness of the metal against his palm.
"You drive." He turned and left.
Wen Mu raised his eyebrows: "You think I'm your driver?"
Song Xingran didn't even turn around: "Or do you want to vomit in my car?"
Now that things have come to this, Wen Mu can only follow.
Passing several buildings, a liquid metallic red Ferrari parked in its designated parking space, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Its streamlined shape resembled a beast poised for action, flamboyant and menacing.
Song Xingran opened the passenger door and got in. Wen Mu took a deep breath and sat in the driver's seat.
The space inside the car was more spacious than she had imagined. The black leather seats exuded a light leather scent, mixed with the freshness of citrus and mint, which unexpectedly made her chest feel less oppressed.
She adjusted the seat and rearview mirror, tapped her fingers on the steering wheel twice, and confirmed again: "Are you sure you want me to drive?"
"If we die, we die together. We can even take someone with us." Song Xingran fastened his seat belt and looked straight ahead.
The engine ignited with warm wood, and a low roar escaped. Slender fingers gripped the steering wheel, their joints distinct, and pale blue veins faintly visible beneath the fair skin.
She was extremely focused while driving, her lips slightly pursed, and her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses staring straight ahead without blinking.
Song Xingran inadvertently glanced at her left wrist - there was a string of Latin letters there, which was particularly eye-catching against her cold white skin.
He couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Wen Mu noticed the man's gaze, but ignored it, concentrating on driving the beast. The car smoothly drove out of the base and merged into the city traffic.
"Where are we going back to?" she asked at a red light.
Song Xingran looked out the window and said, "Let's go back to your house first."
Silence fell once more in the car. Wen Mu barely spoke as he drove, only occasionally pushing his glasses up slightly or frowning slightly at a sudden lane change.
Her driving style is just like her—calm, precise, and efficient.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the villa complex where Wen Mu lived. Wen Mu turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and Song Xingran opened the door and got out.
The two looked at each other across the car.
After a while, Wen Mu weighed the car keys and threw them to the opposite side.
The key drew a graceful arc in the air and was caught steadily by the man.
"Actually," she began slowly, her voice calm, "if you really don't want to, then forget it."
"I know you have no shortage of suitors."
She paused, "Me too."
Song Xingran stared at the woman in front of him, his brows gradually furrowed.
"If I lose, I will marry you." He stared at her without blinking, his voice low, "I will keep my word and I won't regret it."
"But you'd better deal with your peach blossoms."
"I'm not a backup."
"I won't be a mistress either."
Wen Mu suppressed the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly: "Thank you."
The man stood still, his eyes following the figure. The night wind blew the woman's long hair, revealing the slender lines of her neck.
She took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and tilted her head. She had a high nose bridge and cherry-colored lips.
He raised the letter in his hand and said with a faint smile:
"I left the letter."
"I'll give it back to you on the day we get married."
The thin figure gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally, it completely disappeared on the tree-lined avenue of the villa area.
Song Xingran turned around and got into the car.
There was still a faint fragrance in the air inside the car. It was not perfume, but more like the smell of some kind of cleaning agent commonly used in laboratories, clean and cold.
Just like that woman.
*
As soon as Wen Mu stepped into the house, Qin Yi came to greet him.
"Zhizhi, how's it going? Did you see Ah Ran?"
Wen Mu nodded and changed his shoes at the entrance: "I saw it."
Wen Zhiyuan stood up from the sofa, frowning slightly: "That child...didn't give you any trouble?"
"No." Wen Mu said lightly, "He agreed to get married."
Qin Yi and Wen Zhiyuan looked at each other with complicated expressions.
"Zhizhi," Qin Yi pulled her daughter to sit down, her tone worried, "Mom thinks the child is a bit wild. If you feel it's too much..."
"Don't force it." Wen Mu interrupted her in a calm voice.
"I won't regret my choice."
Wen Zhiyuan sighed, "That kid from the Song family is indeed excellent, but he's just too unruly. Dad's worried you'll suffer in the future."
Wen Mu shook his head: "No."
She had raised a dog before, so dealing with a man like Song Xingran was no different from dealing with a dog.
The couple looked at each other and sighed.
In fact, the marriage between the two families was no accident. The Wen family's mining group and the Song family's new energy industry have a deep partnership. The Wen family provides rare metal raw materials, while the Song family is responsible for the development of high-energy battery technology. This cooperation has lasted for five years and has benefited both parties greatly.
Song Xingran, despite his personality, is truly a leader among his peers. He became an F1 champion at a young age, possesses extremely high commercial value, and possesses impeccable looks and abilities.
The most important thing is that Shen Sui particularly likes Wen Mu.
Qin Yi and Shen Sui became friends through tea art and often met to taste tea together. During a casual chat, Qin Yi mentioned that she was worried about her daughter's marriage, but Shen Sui took it to heart.
"The Song family suddenly came to propose marriage that day. Your father and I were shocked." Qin Yi recalled, "The Zhang family had just proposed the day before."
The Zhang family was in the real estate business, and their son had just returned from studying in the UK, so he was well off. Furthermore, they were somewhat related to the Song family.
However, the Song family's attitude was exceptionally sincere. Not only did they personally visit Wen Mu, they also pledged their full support for his research. This respect impressed Wen Mu's parents, and the final decision was left to Wen Mu himself.
"Although he has a bad temper, he is not a bad person by nature." Wen Mu said softly, "I believe in my choice."
Seeing their daughter's firm attitude, the couple didn't say anything more.
After going upstairs to wash up, Wen Mu walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair, and the phone on the table vibrated.
"Lgnis has accepted your friend request."
Wen Mu picked up the phone.
On the screen, the prompt "The other party is typing" lasted for a full five minutes, and finally a message popped up.
Lgnis: [How do you have my WeChat? ]
Wenmu: "..."
If he has a bad temper, his IQ must be low.
Jupiter: [Auntie Shen gave it to me.]
The other party replied immediately.
Lgnis: [She gave it to you and you added it? You're not reserved at all at your age.]
Wen Mu stared at the screen, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Is this person sick?
Jupiter: [Then why do you accept friend requests? ]
No sound.
Wen Mu waited for two minutes. Seeing that the other party had completely calmed down, he put his phone aside, turned on his computer and continued reading the documents.
The light from the screen reflected on her face, and her eyes behind the lenses were as calm as water.
Anyway, the marriage is settled.
As for the childish behavior of this "fiancé", let him be.
*
Song Xingran leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the screen of his mobile phone.
It took him less than three minutes to finish scrolling through Wen Mu's circle of friends, which was almost entirely filled with incomprehensible English information and photos of the starry sky.
The WeChat avatar was a planet. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but couldn't recognize what the planet was.
The sorrow of a poor student.
He couldn't even recognize all eight planets, so he had to open the browser and search for "planet pictures". After comparing them with the phone screen for a long time, he finally confirmed it with some difficulty.
Jupiter.
Song Xingran sneered: "This woman must have become crazy from looking at the stars."
Their chat history still stopped at the sentence "Then why did you submit a friend request?", and Wen Mu never sent another message after that.
I really can't chat.
I added him on WeChat but I didn’t know how to chat with him more.
She's useless even if you give her a chance.
He was thinking about what to do next when there was a light knock on the door.
"Son, can I come in?" Shen Sui's voice came from outside the door.
Song Xingran quickly put his phone upside down on the bed, got up and opened the door.
"mom."
Shen Sui stood at the door, her eyes slightly red: "I'm sorry, son, Mom was too excited just now, I apologize to you."
Half an hour ago, Song Xingran had just stepped into the house when a pillow flew towards him and hit him hard in the face.
"Song Xingran! You still have the nerve to come back?!" Chen Sui's voice was shaking with anger. "Do you know what you did today? What do you think of the Wen family about our Song family?!"
The man stood still.
"Normally, you can make all the noise you want, but this time, it concerns the reputation of both families!" Chen Sui grew increasingly angry as he spoke. "Do you know how outstanding Xiaomu is? Do you know how many families are lining up to marry her? And yet you leave her alone and run away from home?!"
Song Xingran lowered his head and said nothing.
Of her three sons, Shen Sui worried about him the most. When she was pregnant with him, he was so fussy in her belly that she vomited throughout the pregnancy. Who knew he would be even more troublesome after birth, causing trouble from childhood to adulthood?
Seeing his mother shaking with anger, Song Xingran felt a little regretful.
"Mom." His voice lowered a little, "I know I was wrong."
Shen Sui glared at him with red eyes: "Don't apologize to me! Go apologize to your Uncle Wen and Aunt Qin! Go apologize to Xiaomu!"
Song Xingran pursed her lips and said nothing.
Shen Sui pinched his ear directly: "Did you hear that, you little brat?!"
"I heard it!" Song Xingran shouted while hiding.
"I'll marry her! Why can't I marry her?"
Shen Sui was stunned, his hand stopped in mid-air: "What did you say?"
Song Xingran turned his face away, his ears burning.
"Mom," he said in a muffled voice, "I know I was wrong. I will go and apologize to her."
"I've made up my mind. I'm going to marry her."
Shen Sui finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone softened: "Well, let's go together. This matter is our family's fault."
She sighed and couldn't help but mutter, "Ah, Mom really likes Xiaomu. He has no faults with his looks and personality."
After a pause, he seemed to be talking to himself: "If I hadn't heard that the Zhang family was proposing marriage, I wouldn't be so anxious..."
The man keenly caught the words "Zhang family" and looked up suddenly: "What did you just say?"
Shen Sui was stunned: "Huh?"
"Zhang family?"
"It's your cousin's house," Shen Sui said, confused. "Their son just came back from England. I heard he likes Xiao Mu very much."
Song Xingran's face turned dark in an instant.
So when the woman said, “I don’t lack suitors either,” is that true?
Did she really treat him as a backup?!
"Son?" Shen Sui wanted to say something, but Song Xingran had already pushed her out of the door.
"I'm going to sleep."
The door slammed shut.
*
The next day, 8 a.m., Ningchuan University.
As soon as Wen Mu arrived at the school gate, she met Xu Yuesheng, a direct junior of her and Yu Mo, and also a member of the current project team.
The two stood under the shade of a tree and chatted for a while, and she suggested going to the snack street to buy breakfast.
"It's my treat." She smiled faintly.
Xu Yuesheng scratched his head: "Teacher Wen is so generous, then I won't be polite."
He was standing there waiting for the temperature to warm up, looking down at his phone when a pair of limited edition Off-White x Nike sneakers suddenly caught his sight.
Xu Yuesheng looked up and met a pair of cold peach blossom eyes.
The man put one hand in his pocket and dangled his car keys with the other. The snake-shaped tattoo on his arm glowed dimly in the sunlight.
He glanced down at Xu Yuesheng and suddenly laughed.
"Which one are you?"
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