Chapter 54 For us Wife, wait for me to come home
Song Xingran's finger paused on the screen. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind -
What does she know?
About the car accident?
Or, did that bastard Ming Yang fail to keep his promise?
Depend on!
He took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his expression, and typed rapidly on the screen.
Lgnis: [Wife? What's going on?]
Wife: [Playing dumb?]
Song Xingran's heart skipped a beat, but he remained as calm as an old dog and decided to give it a try first.
Lgnis: [Honey, what am I hiding from you? I've been really good lately. I go home right after training and go back home every day. I'm so well behaved.]
Wife: [Really?]
Lgnis: [Really? Honey, you're the wisest!]
Wife: [What's going on with Yu Mo? ]
Yu Mo?
Song Xingran was stunned for a moment, then realized—it wasn’t a car accident!
He instantly breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxed, and a mischievous smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his mouth.
So that’s what it is.
He leaned lazily on the sofa, even crossed his legs happily, and slowly typed on the keyboard.
Lgnis: [Wife, please listen to my explanation]
Wife: [Explain what?]
Wife: [Explain why you bought that kind of clothes? And let Yu Mo buy it for you? Don’t you think I’m embarrassing enough?]
Song Xingran stared at the screen and almost laughed out loud.
Lgnis: [Honey, you look really good in those clothes!]
Lgnis: [I just want you to change a few more times, so there’s something new every day]
Lgnis: [[Poor][Poor] I was wrong~]
Wife: [……]
Wife: [Song Xingran, you're done.]
*
Wen Mu sat in a Japanese restaurant, staring at his phone screen expressionlessly.
She had made an appointment with Yu Mo to have dinner today, but halfway through the meal, Yu Mo's phone rang.
"I'm going to touch up my makeup, can you answer the phone for me?" Yu Mo put her phone on the table and walked to the bathroom with her small bag.
Wen Mu was about to reach out to answer the call when it was disconnected.
She subconsciously glanced at the screen, and this glance caused her pupils to tremble.
The three big characters "Young Master Song" were clearly displayed on the chat box.
Song Xingran?
When did he and Yu Mo become friends?
Wen Mu hesitated for two seconds, and after silently reciting the core socialist values five times, he finally couldn't help but clicked on the chat history.
She swore it was just curiosity, not suspicion, and certainly not betrayal.
Then--
She froze completely.
Master Song: [How about this one?]
Momo chirps: [This one won’t do, it’s too conservative, Amu won’t wear it]
Master Song: [Are you sure?]
Master Song: [What about this one?]
Momo chirps: [Sure, this one is hot enough, it will definitely look good on her.]
Master Song: [Okay, place the order]
Momojiji: [Remember to transfer the money, the purchasing fee is 500]
Master Song: [Transfer 20,000 yuan to you]
Master Song: [Buy a few more sets]
Momo chirps: [……]
Momo chirped: [Master Song, you are truly not afraid of death.]
Young Master Song: [To die beneath the peony flowers, even as a ghost, one can still be romantic]
Wen Mu became more and more shocked as he looked at it, and his fingers trembled slightly.
After all this time, I found out that those clothes with very little fabric were all recommended by her eldest baby!
She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but her fingers were already clenching the phone uncontrollably.
Just then, Yu Mo came back after finishing her makeup.
"How is it? Who called?" she asked casually. As soon as she sat down, she met Wen Mu's cold eyes.
Yu Mo froze instantly: "Amu?"
Wen Mu pushed the phone in front of her and said in a terrifyingly calm tone: "Explain?"
Yu Mo looked down and took a deep breath.
It’s over!
Discovered!
She immediately put on a flattering smile and reached out to pull Wen Mu's sleeve: "Amu, listen to my explanation..."
Wen Mu's face was expressionless: "What do you want to explain? Explain how you colluded with my husband and bought me those shameful clothes together?"
Yu Mo laughed dryly: "Well, there's nothing I can do."
"Master Song gave too much."
Wen Mu: "..."
She was so angry that she almost laughed out loud: "Are you so short of money? Are you obsessed with money?"
Yu Mo blinked: "It's a waste not to miss it. Besides, I only recommended one or two..."
Wen Mu sneered, "One or two? There's not a single piece of fabric in my wardrobe, and it's all thanks to you."
Yu Mo lowered her head and drank sake guiltily, not daring to say a word.
Wen Mu became angrier the more he thought about it, and the styles of those clothes emerged in his mind - lace, strappy, almost transparent, all kinds of them.
Every time she put on these clothes, Song Xingran would go crazy, causing her back to ache the next day.
She announced in a cold voice: "From today on, stop this evil deal."
Yu Mo immediately raised her hands in surrender: "Yes, sir!"
*
Song Xingran came out of the shower and picked up the phone on the sink.
Wen Mu hasn't replied to him yet.
Are you really angry?
Angry for so long?
But obviously, she was quite comfortable.
He wiped his hair, opened the dialog box, and was about to send a message to comfort her, when suddenly -
A picture popped up.
In the photo, the woman was wearing his black T-shirt, the wide neckline loosely slipped to the side, revealing her fair shoulders. She supported herself on the bed with one hand, sitting in a duck position, completely exposing her long legs to the camera, her skin radiant in the light.
Although her face is not shown, she is full of temptation.
Song Xingran's breathing stagnated, and his fingers uncontrollably enlarged the photo.
Wife: [Does it look good?]
His Adam's apple rolled and he typed quickly:
【nice】
Wife: [Then you just watch.]
And then – the photo was withdrawn.
Song Xingran: “…?”
No! He hasn't saved it yet!
He typed quickly:
[Wife! Send it again!]
【I was wrong! I won’t buy it anymore! 】
Wife?
Teacher Wen?
【Wenmu! 】
No reply.
Song Xingran put his phone on the sink, took a deep breath, scooped up cold water with his hands and poured it over his face.
Calm down, calm down...
The next second, a stream of warm liquid flowed out of his nose.
He raised his hand to touch it; it was red.
Song Xingran: “…”
He looked down at himself, sighed resignedly, and turned to take a cold shower.
It’s over, this is all over.
*
Wen Mu sat at the desk, holding a Montblanc pen in his hand, his knuckles slightly white.
Yu Mo sat opposite her and cautiously extended her hand: "Baby, can you please not take apart my pen?"
Wen Mu lowered his head and realized that the expensive pen had been unconsciously disassembled into parts by her, with the nib, pen cap, and ink sac scattered on the table.
"...I'm sorry." She was a little embarrassed. "I'll compensate you."
Yu Mo waved her hands and moved closer curiously: "What's wrong? You've been absent-minded since just now."
Wen Mu was silent for a while, and finally said: "The time for his competition in Japan has been set."
"Isn't this a good thing?" Yu Mo raised an eyebrow, "He can finally return to the court."
"November 22nd, China time." Wen Mu said calmly.
Yu Mo was stunned: "...Your birthday?"
Wen Mu didn't say anything, just said "hmm" softly.
Yu Mo blinked and suddenly smiled: "Baby, you can't leave Young Master Song either."
Wen Mu's expression remained calm: "No, I just feel that it's not fair."
Yu Mo looked at her red ears and said "Oh" meaningfully.
Wen Mu turned his face away and didn't explain any further.
Yeah, that's unfair.
Last year, Song Xingran had prepared a gift for her birthday, but he was away in Italy competing. But for the past two years, she had been with him on his birthday.
Why is it that whenever it comes to her birthday, the weather is always so bad?
She pursed her lips, feeling a little irritated.
What made her even more annoyed was that Song Xingran was about to play in the game.
He had suffered a minor injury during training a few days ago. Although it was just a minor scratch, she was still worried for a long time.
And now, he will officially return to the track tomorrow.
The track that nearly cost him his life.
Wen Mu closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.
*
November 21, Ningchuan, light rain.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, the phone vibrated.
Wen Mu glanced at the screen and saw a video call request from Song Xingran.
She took a deep breath and answered the call.
On the other side of the screen, a man in a loose black T-shirt, his black hair slightly damp, had obviously just showered. He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel room, the dazzling night view of Tokyo in the background.
"Wife!" He smiled and leaned closer to the camera, pointing behind him, "See? Tokyo Tower!"
Wen Mu didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
Song Xingran excitedly talked about today's training results, saying that he was in great shape, even faster than before his injury, and he was very confident about tomorrow's game...
He said a lot, but Wen Mu just listened silently.
Finally, Song Xingran noticed that something was wrong with her, and his smile gradually faded: "Wife, what's wrong?"
Wen Mu lowered his eyelashes: "Nothing."
The man stared at her for two seconds and asked softly, "Are you still worried?"
Wen Mu pursed his lips and finally said "hmm" softly.
Song Xingran's eyes softened: "Don't be afraid, trust me."
Wen Mu didn't say anything, just remained silent.
Song Xingran sighed and changed the subject: "Has Gasoline been behaving well lately?"
"Um."
"Is Ningchuan cold?"
"fine."
"Why are you wearing so little?" He frowned. "You don't know how to keep warm."
Wen Mu looked down at his thin pajamas and said nothing.
Song Xingran smiled helplessly and suddenly said, "Wife, wait a moment, I have something to show you."
Then there was a series of "thump thump" footsteps, the camera shook, and finally stopped at the night sky outside the window.
The night sky in Tokyo is beautiful, with many stars, and it is clearer than that in Ningchuan.
His voice came from outside the screen: "Look, honey, the night sky here is also very beautiful."
The lens was slightly adjusted and aimed at a few bright stars.
"This is Aquila, isn't it?" He pointed to one of the stars. "You taught me that."
Wen Mu was stunned. He didn't expect that he still remembered it.
"Yes," she replied softly.
"What about this one?" He pointed to another one.
"Vega."
"What about this?"
"The main star of Lyra."
Song Xingran laughed: "I recognized them all correctly."
Wen Mu's lips curled up unconsciously.
The camera turned back to his face. He was leaning against the window, his amber eyes looking at her tenderly: "But I still think Ningchuan's night sky is the most beautiful."
Wen Mu: “Why?”
Song Xingran smiled: "Because you are here."
Wen Mu was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Song Xingran."
"Um?"
"Tomorrow, can you please not send me messages?"
Song Xingran was stunned: "Why?"
Wen Mu didn't explain.
The man stared at her for two seconds, then finally nodded: "Okay."
He paused, then said, "Go to sleep and wait for me to come back."
Wen Mu raised his eyes, a trace of worry that was hard to conceal in his cold eyes: "If you lie to me again, I will divorce you."
Song Xingran smiled: "Don't worry, I will never divorce you even if I die."
Wen Mu frowned: "Bah, go touch the wood quickly."
The man raised his eyebrows: "Didn't Teacher Wen never believe in feudal superstitions?"
Wen Mu choked, his ears slightly red. After a moment, he whispered, "I will always believe anything that has to do with you."
The two looked at each other across the screen, speechless for a moment.
There was a hint of sadness and worry in Wen Mu's eyes, while Song Xingran's eyes were gentle and firm.
In the end, Wen Muxian ended the call.
"Hang up, go to bed."
The call was disconnected and the screen went dark.
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked up at the night sky of Ningchuan.
The stars are sparse, but still bright.
She closed her eyes and clasped her hands to her lips.
Song Xingran, come back safely.
*
Wen Mu curled up on the sofa, holding the furry body of Huojiao in her arms. The warmth of the Husky's body came through her pajamas, warming her cold fingers a little.
She rubbed Gasoline's ears and whispered, "Don't go out tonight. Let's watch Dad's game together. Be good."
"Woof woof!" Gasoline raised his head, staring at the TV screen with his bright black eyes, and slapped his tail on the sofa twice, as if he understood what she meant.
The commentator's voice rang out clearly on TV: "Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the live broadcast of the F1 Japanese Grand Prix. The most watched race today is undoubtedly Silver Arrow Racing's ace driver, Song Xingran. This is his first race since returning from a serious injury at Silverstone."
"Yeah," another commentator chimed in, "Song has had a lot of setbacks in the past two years. He was injured in the Belgian Grand Prix last year and again in the qualifiers this year. I wonder what kind of performance he'll bring us today."
Wen Mu's fingers unconsciously tugged at Jiayou's fur, causing the dog to whimper in dissatisfaction. She quickly released her grip and gently stroked it in apology.
Outside the window, it was already late at night in Ningchuan. Occasionally, there was the sound of passing vehicles, but inside the apartment there was only the sound of the television and the slight breathing of gasoline.
The camera cuts to the Suzuka Circuit, where the bright sunshine contrasts sharply with the chill of Ningchuan. The sky above the track is cloudless, perfect for racing. The auditorium is packed, and flags of all colors flutter in the wind, including many Chinese flags and support signs bearing the name "Song Xingran."
"The atmosphere was very lively," the commentator continued. "Although Song only qualified fifth, his pace in the third practice session was quite good."
Wen Mu picked up the remote and turned up the volume. She curled up her legs, rested her chin on her knees, and stared at the screen without blinking.
Gasoline seemed to sense her nervousness and rested his head on her legs, his dark eyes also fixed on the TV.
Suddenly, a huge cheer erupted from the sidelines. The camera cut to the pit lane, and Song Xingran emerged, wearing a red and blue racing suit. He removed his headphones, his black hair gleaming in the sun. His signature smirk played as he waved at the camera.
Wen Mu's breathing hitched. Even through the screen, that man could still easily move her heart.
He looked in good shape, with a brisk walk, completely unlike the man who had been lying in a hospital bed just five months ago.
Reporters immediately surrounded him, pointing their cameras at him.
"Player Song, how do you feel about your first match after your comeback?"
"What are your goals for today's game?"
"Have you fully recovered from your injuries?"
Faced with the flood of questions, Song Xingran just shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to answer.
He stared directly into the main camera lens, his amber eyes seeming to penetrate the screen and look directly at someone.
"I have only one word to say today."
His voice was low and firm.
"Wife, wait until I get home."
There was a huge cheer and whistle from the sidelines.
Wen Mu felt his cheeks getting hot and his heart was beating violently in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his ribs.
She didn't know what magic this man had. Even after being married for so long, he could still make her blush and her heart beat faster like a girl in her first love.
"Wow," the commentator laughed, "Song really loves his wife. How many times has he expressed his affection during a game?"
"I can't remember either," another commentator also laughed, "Let's look forward to Song's performance today."
Wen Mu buried her face in the dog's fur and took a deep breath. The familiar smell of the dog calmed her down a little.
When she looked up, the camera had already switched to the car's preparation stage. The man put on his helmet and sat in the cockpit, while the technicians gathered around the car to do the final checks.
"Remember your promise."
She whispered to the screen.
"Come back safely."
The lights signaling the start of the race lit up one after another. Wen Mu held her breath, her fingers unconsciously gripping the sofa cushions. Jiayou seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, lying quietly in her arms, motionless.
All red lights go out! The race begins!
The roar of engines emanated from the television speakers as twenty race cars shot out of the starting line like arrows from a bow. Song Xingran had a good start, overtaking the car in front of him at the first corner and moving up to fourth place.
"Nice overtaking! Song showed his usual aggressive style!" the commentator shouted excitedly.
Wen Mu bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on the silver-black racing car with the number 5. Her heartbeat accelerated with every turn and every overtaking.
Song Xingran's driving style has always been bold, but his skills are superb. Under his control, the racing car seems to come alive, drawing perfect arcs on the track.
By the tenth lap of the race, Song Xingran had risen to third place.
Wen Mu relaxed a little, reached out to take the cup of water on the coffee table and took a sip. The water was a little cold, but she didn't notice.
"Song is going very fast right now," the commentator analyzed. "He's about 0.3 seconds faster than Hamilton in front of him every lap. It looks like he'll be able to launch an attack soon."
Sure enough, two laps later, Song Xingran completed a wonderful overtaking on the outside of a high-speed curve and moved up to second place.
Wen Mu couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and Gasoline also barked, wagging its tail even more happily.
"So beautiful! This is the Song we're familiar with!" The commentator's voice rose eight octaves in excitement. "Such a performance in his first game after returning from a serious injury is truly amazing!"
Wen Mu's lips curled up unconsciously. She knew Song Xingran, and how much effort he had put into returning to the game. The pain of rehabilitation, the late-night extra training, the moments of self-doubt—not only he, but she remembered them clearly too.
Now, he has finally proved himself again.
By the final ten laps, Song Xingran was less than two seconds behind the leading Verstappen. Wen Mu had completely forgotten about time, his focus completely on the race.
Gasoline yawned in her arms, seeming to be getting bored with this human speed game.
"Song is still closing the gap!"
The commentator's voice became more and more excited.
“It’s only 1.5 seconds now! If we keep up this pace, we might see an exciting championship battle in the final laps!”
Wen Mu's legs were curled up and numb, but she didn't dare to move, for fear of missing any second of the scene.
Song Xingran's car was like silver lightning, speeding on the track, and every turn was extremely precise.
By the time the final lap began, the gap had narrowed to under a second. Wen Mu's heartbeat was nearly jumping out of his chest, and beads of sweat formed on his palms.
Gasoline sensed her nervousness and licked the back of her hand in comfort.
"Song is attacking! He's trying to overtake at the first corner!"
"Oh no – Verstappen holds onto his position!"
Wen Mu tightened her grip on Gasoline's fur, causing the dog to whimper again. She quickly let go and apologized softly.
At the last high-speed curve, Song Xingran tried to overtake from the outside again.
The two cars entered the corner almost side by side, creating a thrilling scene.
"Oh no!"
"Verstappen's right rear tire suddenly blew out! The car is out of control!"
Wen Mu stood up suddenly, and Gasoline was startled and jumped out of her arms.
On the screen, Verstappen's car spun out of control, and the No. 5 car behind him had to run off the track in order to avoid it!
"Song rushed into the buffer zone!"
"The car is skidding!"
"Oh—God!"
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