Chapter 43: For us No matter who you meet, you are not allowed to leave...
The moment the silk ribbon slipped off, Wen Mu subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Wow."
The sound escaped from his lips unconsciously.
The entire living room was transformed into a sea of stars—hundreds of star-shaped lights dangled from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow in the darkness. Blue Roses covered every surface: the coffee table, the dining table, the TV stand, even a small bunch wrapped around the barrel of her telescope. The petals swayed gently in the air-conditioning breeze, making it feel like being transported to a truly underwater starry sky.
"Does it look good?" Song Xingran's voice came from behind his ear, with cautious expectation.
Wen Mu blinked slowly, his vision still blurry. Without his glasses, all the light blurred, the starlight becoming a fuzzy ball of light, the blue petals melting into a mist.
But it is this haziness that makes everything seem unreal.
"It's beautiful." She said softly, each word soaked in honey.
Song Xingran chuckled: "Not enough."
He suddenly clapped his hands.
"Woof!"
"Woof woof!"
A furry white figure rushed from the bedroom, its paws slipping twice on the floor before it finally found its balance. Before Wen Mu could react, a wet snout pressed against his knee.
"gasoline?!"
She squatted down and dug her hands into the thick hair.
The little Husky excitedly snuggled into her arms, its tail wagging like a propeller and its tongue licking her chin enthusiastically.
Song Xingran also squatted down and scratched the hair behind Jiayou's ears with his fingers.
He deliberately used a tone of grievance. "I went through a lot of hardships to come here just to see Mom and Dad."
Wen Mu cupped the puppy's face. The signature tuft of gray hair on Jiayou's left ear was still there, and the tip of his nose was a little dry from the long journey. She suddenly remembered that during their video call two weeks ago, Song Xingran had casually asked about Switzerland's pet import policy.
"You..." She looked up and met Song Xingran's sparkling eyes.
The man's mouth curled up, as if he was waiting for praise.
“How long did the quarantine procedures take?”
"Three days." He raised his eyebrows proudly. "I asked a veterinarian friend in China to expedite it."
"What about flying?"
"Fly on the same flight with me." Song Xingran pinched the gasoline paw, "There's a constant temperature cabin in the cargo hold, and this little ancestor slept soundly all the way."
Wen Mu buried her face in the petrol-haired dog's fluffy fur, inhaling the faint scent of pet shampoo. The dog's warm body rose and fell beneath her palm.
Last winter in Ningchuan's villa, in their home, Gasoline also lay at her feet like this, staying up late with her to process data.
"Do you like it?" Song Xingran leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear.
Wen Mu didn't answer, but turned his head slightly, the tip of his nose almost touching his. Song Xingran was stunned, his pupils turning amber under the light of the star lamp.
She moved forward one centimeter, and the moment their lips touched, gasoline rushed in between them with a "roar".
"Woof!" The puppy barked in dissatisfaction, scratching Wen Mu's calves with its claws.
Song Xingran covered Youjiao's eyes with one hand and clasped the back of Wen Mu's head with the other hand, deepening the kiss.
The tip of his tongue tasted of mint candy, probably from the time he secretly sucked on it.
Wen Mu grabbed his collar and heard the sound of fabric tearing.
"Um...clothes."
"No matter." Song Xingran bit her lower lip, and her breathing became obviously disordered.
He suddenly picked her up by the waist. Wen Mu subconsciously put her arms around his neck, her legs dangling in the air.
"Don't you want to eat?" she asked, curling her fingertips around the hair at the back of his neck.
Song Xingran strode towards the bedroom: "Are you hungry?"
"I saw you prepared it, it would be a shame not to eat it." Wen Mu nudged his waist with his knee.
"You made this yourself?"
"How do you know?"
"Because," she chuckled, "they're uglier than the ones sold outside."
Song Xingran paused, his eyebrows raised dangerously: "I've been busy all afternoon, and Teacher Wen is still criticizing me like this."
Wen Mu tapped his nose: "Are you a young wife? You like to act like a spoiled child so much."
"If you say I am, then I am." The man nuzzled her with the tip of his nose.
"Don't you like me being spoiled?"
"For now, it's okay."
“When is it not possible?”
"On the bed."
Song Xingran immediately turned around and rushed to the bedroom, but the gasoline was stuck on his trouser leg.
"Woof!" the puppy protested, its tail slapping the floor.
Wen Mu laughed out loud: "Gasoline doesn't agree."
She touched the tip of the man's ear, which was burning: "Eat first."
After a half-second pause, he lowered his voice again: "Wait until I'm full, then you can eat. Okay?"
Song Xingran's eyes darkened instantly. His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he suddenly buried his face in her shoulder and took a deep breath before reluctantly walking towards the counter.
"Then you have to eat more." He put Wen Mu on the high chair, and his fingertips brushed across the inside of her thigh intentionally or unintentionally.
"I'm hard to feed."
Wen Mu chuckled: "I know, you greedy boy."
A candlelit dinner was served on the open kitchen island—if that could be called “dinner.”
The steak was a little burnt around the edges, the cream of mushroom soup was thick as paste, and the only decent thing was the salad, which only required chopping and mixing.
Wen Mu poked the object that looked like steak with a fork, and the metal and the burnt shell made a crisp sound.
"Three Michelin stars." Song Xingran poured himself a glass of red wine without hesitation. "Song's exclusive recipe."
Wen Mu cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth, and was surprised to find that it was a perfect medium-rare. Although the sauce looked terrible, the combination of black pepper and red wine was very authentic.
"How is it?" Song Xingran supported his chin and looked at her, the candlelight dancing on her pretty face.
"It's edible." Wen Mu said deliberately, and took away another piece of mushroom from his plate.
The man stood up and kissed the sauce off her lips across the table. "Teacher Wen is really picky."
He licked the corner of his mouth, the action was indescribably bitter, "But I like it."
The meal was a complete mess.
Gasoline swirled around his feet, occasionally catching pieces of meat thrown from the air.
When Song Xingran drank the third glass of red wine, he suddenly put down the glass.
"Gasoline," he snapped his fingers, "let's put on a show for Mom."
Wen Mu raised an eyebrow: "Have you rehearsed?"
"Talent, understand?" The man took out a guitar from behind the sofa.
Wen Mu had seen this guitar in the villa in Xinghewan. She once thought that this was just a way for Song Xingran to prove that he was not a rough guy, but she didn't expect that he could actually play it!
He sat cross-legged on the carpet, and Gasoline immediately squatted at his feet, slapping the ground regularly with its tail.
When the prelude sounded, Wen Mu almost didn't recognize it was "Perfect".
Song Xingran played the piano without any method, forgetting the chords by the third measure and simply making up his own. His singing was surprisingly bad, with every note off the mark, but his expression was as serious as if he were at the World Cup final.
"Baby, I'm dancing in the dark..." He sang, staring into Wen Mu's eyes, his fingers moving clumsily on the strings.
Gasoline suddenly let out a "woosh" and began spinning in circles. This wasn't a trained performance; it was simply the puppy's natural reaction to the music. But Song Xingran immediately adjusted the tempo, improvising the off-key song into a melody suitable for a dog's bouncing.
Wen Mu held his chin and looked quietly at the man and the dog in front of him.
The collar of the man's black sweater slid to one side, revealing the teeth marks on his collarbone where she had bitten him last night; the gasoline's white claws pattered on his pants as they "danced", leaving a few gray plum blossoms.
The image was both absurd and heartwarming, and it made her chest swell.
When the last note ended, Gasoline was so tired that he just lay down and stuck out his tongue.
Song Xingran threw the guitar aside and looked at Wen Mu with sparkling eyes: "How is it?"
"It's so ugly." Wen Mu said, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Song Xingran rushed over and hugged her, with the scent of red wine and leather: "But you are obviously smiling."
“Because gasoline is cute.”
"What about me?" the man asked her, licking his eyes.
"you……"
“That’s cute too.”
The next second, Wen Mu was kissed. Song Xingran's tongue still had the astringent taste of Cabernet Sauvignon, and his palm had already reached under the hem of her sweater.
Gasoline wisely ran off with the toy in his mouth. He took the opportunity to carry her to the island counter, and the plate was swept aside with a crisp sound. The kiss spread from the corner of her lips to the side of her neck, and he increased the pressure on the place where the kiss mark was left.
"Song Xingran."
Amid the creaking sound of fabric rubbing against each other, Wen Mu gently pressed down his impatient hand.
"Why did you bring the gasoline today?"
The man paused for a moment and continued to bury his head in her collarbone: "I want to make you happy."
“Am I usually unhappy?”
"It's different." Song Xingran looked up, with an emotion in his eyes that Wen Mu couldn't read, "Today is the day we tie each other up."
He stroked the wedding ring on her ring finger, "I want you to remember this feeling."
Tie each other up.
Wen Mu wanted to laugh. To be more precise, she must have kidnapped him.
But now it seems that the only time in his life that Dr. Wen, who was always calm and polite, acted too overbearingly, the result was not bad.
She was about to speak, but the man silenced her with a kiss.
The muscles in his arms were tense, holding her tightly in his arms, as if she would disappear if he let go.
Everything that happened after that was a blur. I only remember the messy path from the island to the sofa and then to the bedroom.
Song Xingran was unusually silent tonight, expressing his possessiveness only through his actions. Wen Mu floated in waves of pleasure, his fingertips scratching red marks on his back.
In a trance, she heard the man say in a hoarse voice:
"Don't leave me."
Wen Mu's consciousness was scattered, and he could only respond with vague nasal sounds.
Song Xingran bit her earlobe and spoke word by word:
"No matter who you meet, don't leave me."
Outside the window, the Zurich night sky was dotted with stars. Gasoline had fallen asleep by the door, the battered toy still clutched in his paws.
In the bedroom, he hugged the sleeping person tighter.
*
Wen Mu has been receiving flowers recently.
A simple bouquet of white roses was placed on her workstation. There was no signature, only a card that read: [To Luna].
She thought it was a gift from Song Xingran, after all, he would occasionally do this kind of romantic thing.
Well, not occasionally, he's quite the romantic.
When she took a photo and sent it to him with the message: [Thank you, Master Song, for the flowers], Song Xingran replied immediately:
Mars Brother: [? ]
Mars Brother: [Not me]
Wen Mu raised an eyebrow.
Jupiter: [Maybe someone in the group gave it to you?]
The man directly popped up a video, his brows furrowed so tightly that he could kill a fly.
"Who sent you flowers?"
The tone of voice made it feel like it was about to come through the network cable in the next second.
Wen Mu found it amusing, leaned back in his chair, and slowly pushed his glasses up.
"I don't know, maybe an admirer?"
Song Xingran narrowed his eyes: "Wen Mu."
"You'd better not let me find out who it is."
Wen Mu chuckled: "Why, Master Song wants to beat someone up?"
He sneered, "I want him to know that between giving flowers and giving his life, he can only choose one."
Wen Mu: "..."
Later, flowers continued to appear every now and then, sometimes roses, sometimes tulips, and once even a bunch of baby's breath with bluebells, which happened to be her favorite flowers.
Wen Mu asked everyone in her group, but no one admitted it. She simply gave up on it and assumed it was a gift from a shy colleague, perfect for decorating the conference room.
Over the years, she has met all kinds of suitors, but as long as they didn't affect her normal life, she didn't care.
Anyway, Song Xingran is far away and has no time to care about these trivial matters.
But gradually, in addition to flowers, there was also a cup of coffee.
Wen Mu tried it and found it was not poisonous.
So, which little angel fed it?
Why do good deeds without leaving your name?
"Luna, do you have a secret admirer?" Sarah winked.
Wen Mu calmly took a sip of coffee: "Maybe."
She actually didn't care much. The flowers and coffee were to her liking anyway, so she just regarded them as little surprises in life.
Of course, the main purpose is to anger Song Xingran.
*
One Wednesday afternoon, Schmidt stopped her.
"Luna, I have a favor to ask of you." The old professor pushed his glasses and said gently, "I have a very outstanding student who just returned to Switzerland. I would like him to study with me for a while. Can you help me guide him?"
Wen Mu nodded: "No problem, Professor."
"He studied at ETH before and is very knowledgeable about astrophysics. He should be able to help."
"I see."
Wen Mu asked casually, "What's his name?"
The professor was about to answer when he glanced down at his watch. "Ah, I have an impromptu meeting later. Why don't you have him come directly to the conference room to see you?"
"You can first introduce him to the situation in the group. It won't delay you from going home for dinner."
Wen Mu heard the teasing in his words and said helplessly: "My husband is not that clingy."
Schmidt laughed. "Really? I don't think so."
Wen Mu: "..."
The professor patted her shoulder and said, "You've worked so hard, Luna."
At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Mu was the only one left in the conference room.
She looked down at the computer screen, her fingertips tapping on the keyboard, occasionally pausing to take a sip of her cold coffee.
It was getting dark outside the window. Night always comes quickly in Zurich.
The phone vibrated and Song Xingran's video call popped up.
She answered the call, and a handsome face immediately appeared on the screen, with slightly wet black hair, looking like he had just finished training.
"Wife." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue and laziness, "Why haven't you come home yet?"
Wen Mu supported his chin with one hand: "Waiting for someone."
Song Xingran raised an eyebrow: "Waiting for who?"
"The professor's students said they should learn by following the project."
Song Xingran snorted, "So late at night, and you're left waiting alone?"
Wen Mu chuckled: "Why, is Young Master Song jealous?"
"Yeah," he admitted frankly, staring at her intently.
"miss you."
Wen Mu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and said in a calm tone, "We've only been apart for two days."
"Two days is already a long time!" Song Xingran leaned closer to the screen and lowered his voice, "Don't you miss me?"
Wen Mu didn't answer, but just raised the corners of his lips slightly.
The man stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Teacher Wen, your ears are red."
Wen Mu: "..."
She was about to retort when someone on the other end of the video called out, "Song! The coach is looking for you!"
Song Xingran's expression instantly turned cold, and without even turning his head, he said, "Let him wait."
The man seemed frightened by his tone, muttered "sorry" and hurried away.
Wen Mu raised his eyebrows: "Why are you so mean to me?"
Song Xingran turned back, his expression returning to that lazy gentleness: "I'm only gentle with you."
"Double standards."
"Yes, I'd love to."
"When will you be home?"
"Wait until you see someone, chat and then leave."
"Don't talk too long." The man leaned lazily back in his chair and squinted his eyes.
"Otherwise, I would suspect he has bad intentions."
Wen Mu was about to speak when suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door of the conference room.
She looked up and said to the other end, "I won't say anymore. Someone is coming."
The man wanted to say something, but she had already hung up the phone.
Wen Mu closed the computer, stood up, straightened his clothes, and turned to face the door.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open.
A tall figure walked in.
Wen Mu raised his eyes, and the moment his gaze fell on the other person's face, he was suddenly stunned.
The man smiled slightly, his voice low and gentle:
"Teacher Wen."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
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The author has something to say: The second male brother appears
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It also made me encounter the old chapters that were pulled out and locked repeatedly. What did you do in the first place? [Cracked][Cracked]
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