Chapter 55 For us, you are more delicious
A cloud of dust flew up, almost completely obscuring the camera's view.
"Song Xingran!"
Wen Mu called out silently, his heart seeming to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
The gasoline twisted restlessly in her arms, whimpering, but she was oblivious, her eyes fixed on the dust-covered racing car.
One second.
Two seconds.
She couldn't see clearly.
Wen Mu's breathing almost stopped.
At that moment, all the blood in my body seemed to freeze.
Suddenly, something rushed out!
In the dense dust, Wen Mu clearly saw the number "5".
The silver and black car miraculously returned to the track, and although its position dropped to third, it was still in the race!
"Unbelievable! Song has the car under control!" the commentator's voice trembled with excitement. "He performed a perfect recovery on the gravel and is now back on track!"
"What skill! What calm judgment!" the commentator practically screamed. "Song showed us why he's the youngest world champion!"
Wen Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
She loosened her clenched hands, gently stroked the gasoline she had pinched, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry."
Gasoline licked her hand in comfort.
The race entered the final lap.
Song Xingran seemed to be thrilled by this thrilling experience, and his driving style became more aggressive. At a high-speed S-turn, he first overtook Hamilton to return to second place, and then continued to accelerate on the straight before the finish line.
“Just a little bit more!”
"Song caught up with Leclerc who had been in the lead!"
"What does Song want to do?!"
"Oh no! He wants to overtake from the outside?!"
The silver-gray racing car was like an arrow shot from a bow, approaching the red racing car in front at an extremely precise angle.
Closer, closer.
accelerate.
The front of the car overtakes!
Car body!
The rear of the car!
"Song surpassed Leclerc!"
"Overtaking on the last lap, last corner! What a performance!" the commentator was so excited he was incoherent. "From nearly retiring to leading the finish line! Song did it!"
The whole audience was boiling when they crossed the finish line.
Streamers flew in the audience and the cheers were deafening.
Wen Mu covered his chest and gasped for breath, as if he had just finished a marathon.
Gasoline was so happy that it kept jumping up and down, its tail wagging like a propeller.
"Dad won, Dad won the championship, did you see it?" Wen Mu touched the dog's head, his voice trembling slightly.
"Woof woof!" Gasoline responded excitedly, licking her fingers.
The camera cuts to the finish line. Car No. 5 slowly comes to a stop. Song Xingran takes off his helmet, his black hair dripping wetly onto his forehead, and a beaming smile spreads across his face.
The staff handed him a Chinese national flag, which he draped over his shoulders and waved to the audience with great enthusiasm.
Wen Mu held the gasoline in his arms and looked at the radiant man on the screen.
My heart couldn't help but beat faster.
Reporters immediately surrounded him, pointing their cameras at him.
"Player Song, how do you feel about winning the championship in your first match since your comeback?"
"The rescue on the last lap was amazing. What were you thinking at that time?"
"What does this championship mean to you?"
Song Xingran faced the camera with a smile as bright as the sun: "This means I'm back."
He paused and suddenly blinked at the camera.
"Wife, I promised to come back safely. Did I not lie to you?"
Wen Mu's eyes suddenly felt hot. She turned off the TV, snuggled up on the sofa with Jiayou, and stroked its fur, her mind racing.
This time it was safe, but what about next time? And the next time?
Even though she had told herself countless times not to worry, she couldn't do it in the end. When she saw Song Xingran get into the racing car, her heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and it wouldn't let go until the race was over.
Gasoline sensed his mistress's low mood and kept licking her hands, his dark eyes full of worry.
"I'm fine, gasoline." Wen Mu said softly, but he didn't know whether he was comforting the dog or himself.
"Dad is very capable, right? He will protect himself and he will be back soon."
Outside the window, the night in Ningchuan gradually deepened. Wen Mu just sat there, not knowing how long he had been sitting there.
Something white floated down, like an elf, dancing in the dim light.
It's snowing.
The phone screen lit up and went out. Wen Mu glanced at it and saw that most of them were text messages and WeChat messages wishing her a happy birthday.
Only then did she remember that today was her birthday.
What's going on? Why do I even forget my birthday when I encounter him?
Wen Mu looked at the time and it was already eleven o'clock.
She rubbed the gasoline head and said, "Dad is not here, can you spend your birthday with Mom?"
"Woof woof!" Gasoline responded happily.
Wen Mu walked to the kitchen barefoot.
The villa had floor heating, so it wasn't very cold. But she still felt a lingering chill in her body.
She knew that it was the feeling of fear.
She opened the refrigerator and took out a small box. It was a four-inch chocolate cake with a star pattern made of candies on it and a life-size cartoon figure of herself inside.
Actually, she hadn't planned to buy a cake. Yu Mo gave it to her before she got off work. Yu Mo knew she was going to watch the game today, so she didn't mention spending her birthday with her. She just reminded her not to forget to make a wish.
Wen Mu didn't have this habit before, but this time, she inexplicably wanted to try it.
She opened the box, took out the cake, put it on the dining table, put a candle on it, and then froze.
Oh yes, a lighter.
She doesn't have a lighter.
After thinking for a while, Wen Mu remembered that he seemed to have seen a lighter on the bedside table in the bedroom.
But in her impression, Song Xingran didn't smoke, so she didn't know the origin of this lighter.
"Wait, Mommy's going to get the lighter," she said to Gasoline, then turned and went upstairs.
The bedroom was dark, with only the light from the corridor coming in. Wen Mu opened the drawer of the bedside table and fumbled around in it.
The sound of gasoline "woof woof" came from downstairs, as if urging her.
"Found it." Her fingers touched a cool metal object.
When I took it out, I saw it was a silver lighter, exquisitely crafted, with a line of German words engraved on it: "Mein Herz schlgt nur für dich."
Wen Mu was stunned. He didn't remember having this thing at home.
She was about to take a closer look when the sound of gasoline from downstairs suddenly became more excited.
"What's wrong?"
She went downstairs with the lighter in her hand, and when she reached the last step, she was suddenly stunned.
The man stood at the door, wearing a black coat, with unmelted snow on his shoulders and hair. His cheeks were slightly red from the cold wind, and he was looking at her with a smile in his eyes.
The lighter fell to the ground with a "click".
No hesitation.
Wen Mu almost ran over.
She crashed into the man's arms with too much force, and they both stumbled back half a step and pressed against the door. Song Xingran groaned, then tightened his arms and locked her tightly in his embrace.
His coat was cold, smelling of wind and snow, but his palms were frighteningly hot where they rested on her waist.
"Teacher Wen is so enthusiastic?" Song Xingran's voice was filled with laughter, and his chin rubbed against the top of her head.
Wen Mu said nothing, but buried her face deeper into his neck, her breath filled with the familiar scent of cedar and leather. He immediately understood, tightened his embrace, and stroked the back of her head with one hand, as if to rub her into his bones and blood.
They stood at the entrance and hugged each other for a long time.
It lasted so long that gasoline curiously came over to sniff Song Xingran's trouser legs, and so long that the sound of snow falling outside the window became clearly audible.
"I didn't lie to you."
Song Xingran finally spoke, his voice so soft as a sigh.
"I'm back."
Wen Mu tightened his arms around his waist.
The man chuckled, his hot breath brushing against her ear: "Honey, I flew back specially to celebrate your birthday. If you don't let go, it will be too late."
Wen Mu then slowly stepped back, the red marks left on his face by the frames of his glasses being particularly noticeable.
Song Xingran smiled and took off her glasses for her: "Next time you hug me, remember to take off your glasses."
His fingertips gently brushed over the red mark, "It hurts."
Then he suddenly bent down, put one hand through her knees, and picked her up sideways.
Wen Mu cried out softly and subconsciously hugged his neck, but did not struggle.
"Could you please discuss this with me before you hug me next time?"
"Yes, Teacher Wen." Song Xingran carried her to the dining room, put her on a chair, and turned around to pick up the lighter that had fallen on the marble floor.
The man's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.
“So you found it.”
"Is this yours?" Wen Mu asked.
"What does the German text above mean?"
Song Xingran did not answer directly, but pulled her up and sat her on the chair. He then held Wen Mu's waist and let her sit on his lap.
He lit the candles on the cake: "Make a wish first."
The warm yellow candlelight reflected on the woman's face, adding a touch of softness to her cold expression.
She looked at Song Xingran's face so close to her, and there was a flame in his eyes that was brighter than the candlelight.
"I……"
"Don't say it out loud, it won't work if you say it out loud."
Song Xingran reminded her softly, and gently brushed away a strand of hair from her forehead with his fingers.
"Happy birthday to you~"
"Happy Birthday To You~"
"Happy birthday to my wife~"
Although the man's singing was completely out of tune and only exaggerated body movements were used, Wen Mu couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
She closed her eyes, made a silent wish in her heart, then opened her eyes and blew out the candle.
"Happy birthday, Teacher Wen."
Song Xingran whispered in her ear, and his warm breath swept across her earlobe, causing her to shiver slightly.
Then he suddenly spread a piece of cream on his finger and touched the tip of her nose.
Wen Mu's eyes widened, unable to believe that he was so childish.
"What's wrong?" Song Xingran said innocently, "The birthday boy should be smeared with cream, that's the rule."
Wen Mu narrowed his eyes for a moment, then dipped his fingers in the cream and quickly spread it on Song Xingran's cheek.
The man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. His smile was so bright that it seemed to melt the ice and snow outside the window.
"Teacher Wen has learned bad things!" He said in surprise and smeared another piece of cream on her chin.
Wen Mu refused to give in and continued to fight back.
Soon, both of their faces and hands were covered with cream, and only a little bit of the small cake was left.
Song Xingran looked at the little cake left and said with regret, "Ah, what should I do? I haven't eaten the cake yet."
"Teacher Wen, it's all your fault."
"You blame me?"
"Didn't you smear mine first?" Wen Mu argued.
"Then you don't have to wipe me, then there will be some left." Song Xingran said confidently.
"Then it's for you." Wen Mu pointed to the last bit of cake.
"Today is your birthday."
"Respect the old and love the young." She said calmly, "You said it yourself."
Song Xingran laughed and wiped the last piece of cake with his slender fingers, but instead of putting it into his mouth, he gently wiped it on Wen Mu's lips. His eyes became deep, staring at her cream-stained lips, and slowly approached.
Wen Mu's heartbeat quickened, but she didn't shy away. When the man's lips touched hers, she slowly put her arms around his neck and responded to the chocolate-scented kiss.
Song Xingran put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together.
His kiss was gentle and lingering, carrying the sweetness of cream and the subtle bitterness of chocolate. Wen Mu could feel the tip of his tongue gently licking the cream on her lips, then going deeper, entwining with her. Her breathing gradually quickened, and she hugged the man beneath her tightly.
She didn't know when Song Xingran had taken off her glasses, and her vision was a little blurry, but Song Xingran's face, which was so close to her, was extremely clear.
She saw the love and desire in his eyes and the little bit of cream on the corner of his lips.
“Is the cake delicious?”
Wen Mu asked softly, his voice a little hoarse from the kiss just now.
The man's eyes became even darker: "Delicious."
He ran his thumb over her swollen lips, "You taste better."
His eyes moved down to the traces of cream all over Wen Mu's pajamas, then he lifted the person onto his shoulders and strode towards the stairs.
Wen Mu was helpless: "I already said I would discuss it with you."
"Oh." Song Xingran patted her butt, "Teacher Wen, I'm going to carry you to the bedroom now and do some intimate things."
"you……"
Wen Mu wanted to say something, but finally gave up.
When a person is so shameless, all her logic and reasoning are useless.
"I have legs."
"Can you let me go by myself next time?"
"It depends on my mood."
"Such a delicious cake cannot be wasted." The man stopped and his voice was low and hoarse.
"I'm not full, wife."
"So, I have to eat everything off you."
Song Xingran kicked the bedroom door shut.
He gently placed her on the bed, then leaned over her, kissing her neck while unbuttoning her pajamas.
"Wait." Wen Mu held his hand.
Song Xingran stopped and looked at her puzzledly: "What's wrong?"
"What does the German on that lighter mean?"
The man's eyes softened. He stood up, pulled out the silver lighter from his coat pocket, and handed it to her.
"It means, 'My heart beats only for you.'"
Wen Mu took the lighter and gently stroked the line of engraving with his fingertips.
“When did you buy it?”
"Three days after we first met."
Song Xingran's voice was very soft, but it made Wen Mu's heart skip a beat.
"At that time I vaguely felt that you were special to me."
Wen Mu looked up at him, his eyes full of disbelief: "But when we first met, you clearly..."
"You clearly act like you hate me?"
"Um."
The man laughed: "If I said it was because I was scared, would you believe it?"
"You know what? From the first time I saw you, I had a very strange feeling. My heart was beating fast, my palms were sweating, and I felt like a little kid."
"I don't understand why I feel this way about a stuffy, boring PhD in astronomy who's so much older than me, so I can only choose the most childish way: run away and pretend I don't know him."
He leaned over and gently kissed Wen Mu's forehead: "After we got married, oh no, actually since we first met, I have always wanted to talk to you, want to be close to you, and want you to stay by my side. For a long time, I didn't understand why I felt this way."
"Until my birthday, I saw you squatting at the door of your room."
“At that moment, I understood.”
"I fell in love with you at first sight."
Wen Mu's eyes gradually became moist.
She reached out and stroked the man's face, cursing him softly: "Idiot."
"I'm stupid."
"It's enough for a couple to have one smart one. That's how they match."
Song Xingran grabbed her hand and kissed her palm: "What about you? When did you fall in love with me?"
Wen Mu turned his face away, his ears reddening: "Who said I love you?"
"Teacher Wen, have you forgotten what you said so quickly?"
The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and suddenly lowered his head to bite her collarbone, not too hard or too light, but enough to make her gasp.
"You won't tell me, right? Then I'll have to torture you to extract a confession."
"Song Xingran. Are you a puppy?"
"No," he looked up, a sly glint in his eyes, "I'm your dog."
Wen Mu lowered his eyes, his ears burning slightly: "You have said this many times."
The man took her hand and gave her a gentle kiss: "Didn't I do it?"
"No." She didn't look at him. "I mean, I don't mean to treat you like a dog."
Song Xingran grinned: "But I like being your dog."
After saying that, he lowered his head and sealed Wen Mu's lips, and his fingers nimbly unbuttoned the last button of her pajamas.
Wen Mu tried to resist at first, but soon gave in to his kisses and touches, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.
Outside the window, the snow in Ningchuan is falling heavier and heavier, adding a touch of quiet beauty to this winter night.
In the bedroom, the temperature continued to rise, and panting and whispers intertwined together like a low song.
Wen Muxian couldn't stand it anymore and patted the man's shoulder. His hot and powerful body pressed tightly against her, but she didn't feel uncomfortable, only satisfied.
Song Xingran stroked her long hair from time to time, and occasionally bent down to kiss the top of her head.
"Teacher Wen."
He called her, his voice filled with a lazy satisfaction.
"Um?"
"What wish did you make just now?"
Wen Mu was silent for a while before he said softly, "I hope you are safe."
Song Xingran tightened his grip a little: "Anything else?"
"hope……"
Wen Mu's voice became softer.
"We can keep going like this."
The man turned over and pressed her under him, looking at her seriously and gently stroking the eyes that had once shed tears for him.
"Wen Mu, I promise you."
"I will help you realize this wish."
*
Song Xingran woke up first, blinked his sleepy eyes, and looked down at the person in his arms.
She was fast asleep, her black hair spread out on the pillow, a few strands playfully touching her cheeks. The morning light cast a soft honey hue on her fair skin, and her long eyelashes cast small shadows under her eyes.
The man couldn't help but smile as he gently brushed her hair away from her face and leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead.
Wen Mu frowned slightly, unconsciously shrank into his arms, and let out a dissatisfied hum.
"Good morning, Teacher Wen." He whispered, his voice a little hoarse because he had just woken up.
Wen Mu slowly opened her eyes. Without her glasses, she couldn't see clearly, but the handsome face with a cheeky grin before her was crystal clear. She subconsciously raised her hand to rub her eyes, then realized she was naked and quickly pulled at the blanket.
"What are you covering up?" Song Xingran said with a wicked smile. "I saw everything I should and shouldn't have seen last night."
"Besides," he leaned closer, "Teacher Wen used to be very proactive. Why is she so shy now?"
Wen Mu's ears turned red, but he still pretended to be calm and changed the subject: "What time is it?"
"It's just past nine o'clock." Song Xingran glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside.
"Thirty-year-olds need more sleep?"
Wen Mu narrowed his eyes: "Song Xingran, are you tired of living?"
"What? You're not allowed to talk about it even though you're thirty years old?" Song Xingran deliberately dragged out his tone.
"Thirty-year-old Professor Wen—"
“Ouch!”
Wen Mu kicked him in the calf, and while he was in pain, he turned over and pinned him down, staring down at him: "Say that again?"
Far from being annoyed, the man smiled even brighter. His large hands naturally rested on Wen Mu's waist, his thumbs gently caressing the skin on her waist.
"Thirty-year-old Professor Wen looks this good even when he's angry."
Why don't you play by the rules?
Wen Mu wanted to maintain a serious expression, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly uncontrollably.
She slapped Song Xingran's restless hand away: "Don't try that on me."
"Which one?" Song Xingran pretended to be stupid and reached back. "This one? Or, this one?"
He suddenly turned over and the two of them switched positions in an instant.
"Song Xingran." Wen Mu exclaimed, but his protest was quickly blocked between his lips.
The kiss was gentle and long. His lips and tongue carried the unique heat of the morning, gradually breaking down Wen Mu's resistance.
When he finally let her go, both of them were breathing heavily.
"Happy 30th birthday, the next day."
The man whispered in her ear, his hot breath spraying on the sensitive earlobe, causing Wen Mu to tremble slightly.
"How can you celebrate your birthday the next day?" Wen Mu pushed him, but his hands had no strength.
"If I say yes, then yes." Song Xingran said confidently, "Yesterday's was a celebration that day, and today we'll have a formal one."
Wen Mu looked at him helplessly: "When did you become so particular?"
"I've always been very particular with you."
The man suddenly became serious and looked at her intently, his eyes as gentle as water.
Wen Mu asked softly, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
He stuttered for a long time, hesitating to speak: "Wife, I..."
The cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the warmth of the moment.
Song Xingran cursed, reached for the phone on the bedside table, glanced at the caller ID, frowned and hung up.
"Alex really knows how to pick the right time."
Wen Mu took the opportunity to slip out from under him and rolled to the other side of the bed wrapped in the quilt: "Answer it, maybe it's urgent."
"The most urgent matter in the world right now is you." Song Xingran threw the phone aside and rushed over again.
The two of them were fighting, the quilt was kicked under the bed, and the pillow flew to the window.
Finally, Song Xingran successfully pinned Wen Mu down and proudly announced, "A thirty-year-old aunt just doesn't have the physical strength."
Wen Mu glared at him breathlessly: "Twenty-five-year-old brat has too much energy."
"Excessive?" The man raised an eyebrow. "It seems I didn't work hard enough last night, and Teacher Wen was not satisfied."
"Song Xingran!"
"Don't bite..."
"Hmm."
*
When Wen Mu woke up again, the sunlight had turned orange.
She groggily opened her eyes and found herself alone in bed. Uncomfortable with the nakedness of her body, she stood up and looked around for her pajamas, but all she saw were the scattered clothes on the floor—the spoils of last night and this morning.
"You little heartless boy," she grumbled softly, "don't even bother to put some clothes on me."
The phone screen on the bedside table lit up, attracting her attention. Wen Mu reached out to grab it, and the quilt slid down with her movement, revealing the woman's graceful back curve and slender waist.
"Teacher Wen, I really can't resist the temptation."
Wen Mu was startled and turned to see Song Xingran leaning against the door frame with his head tilted, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking at her with burning eyes.
He was only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, his upper body was naked, his hair was messy, but he looked inexplicably sexy.
"You're thinking the wrong thing." Wen Mu quickly pulled back the quilt and picked up the phone while pretending to be calm.
Song Xingran chuckled, walked in and put the coffee on her bedside table: "Have some coffee, I made your favorite Blue Mountain."
Wen Mu nodded, but his attention was drawn to his phone. The screen displayed a message from Yu Mo sent 16 hours ago.
She was a little surprised. Why did Yu Mo send her a message so late?
I clicked it and was stunned.
It was a screenshot of a Weibo post with only one sentence:
"Song announced retirement from racing."
(Song announced his retirement)
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