Chapter 56 For us top service
Wen Mu's fingers trembled slightly on the phone screen. She stared at the screenshot of the Weibo post three times before slowly raising her head.
The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, dancing on Song Xingran's black hair. He was leaning against the head of the bed, looking at her calmly.
"What's going on?"
Wen Mu's voice trembled a little.
"You, you retired?"
Song Xingran sat up slowly, and the silk sheet slid off his strong chest.
He reached for the water cup by the bed and took a sip. His Adam's apple rolled as he spoke, "Well, it's just as you see it."
"I retired. After yesterday's game."
Wen Mu felt as if something hit his chest hard.
She put down her phone and clenched the corner of the quilt with both hands: "Why?"
"Tell me, why?"
"No particular reason," the man shrugged, sunlight streaming into his eyes. "I've won many championships. I've had enough fun. It's time to focus on my family."
Wen Mu's eyes were fixed on his face.
"So, it's because of me?"
The room suddenly became quiet.
Song Xingran put down the water cup, and the glass hit the wooden bedside table, making a crisp sound.
He turned his head and looked directly into Wen Mu's eyes.
"yes."
"Because of you."
Wen Mu was silent and stiff.
After a long time, she lifted the quilt, got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and began to put on her clothes with her back to Song Xingran.
Her voice was trembling.
"Since you have thought it through, why didn't you tell me before?"
"Are you happy to see me cry and worry and get angry about you?"
There was a soft creak of mattress springs behind me, followed by footsteps.
Song Xingran put his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder: "To be honest, a little bit."
Wen Mu pushed back with his elbow without hesitation and heard a muffled groan from the man.
Song Xingran took two steps back, clutching her stomach, but a smirk hung on her face: "Teacher Wen, you are murdering your husband."
"You deserve it." Wen Mutou continued buttoning his shirt without replying.
A pair of large hands covered her collarbone, intertwining and holding her in his arms.
"Honestly, I thought you would be happy to see you crying for me."
The man's hot breath sprayed on her ears, but his voice was filled with low sadness.
"But after I really saw you crying, I found that I felt more heartbroken."
"I don't want to see you like that, really."
"I regret it."
The person behind him was trembling slightly. Wen Mu lowered his eyes: "You should have told me earlier."
"If you consider me your wife."
"You are, you always have been," he turned her around anxiously, "I swear, in your heart, you have always been my wife."
"I didn't tell you because..."
"Because I'm afraid something might go wrong in this last race."
"sorry."
Wen Mu's face was gently lifted up and met the man's guilty gaze.
He was so tall and so flamboyant, but now with his head lowered, he looked like a devout believer begging for forgiveness from his god.
"I saw you so nervous you couldn't sleep, I saw you staring at replays of previous games, and I saw you feeling bad when I got injured during training."
"I've seen how you worried about me, and I don't want you to be like that again."
"When was the decision made?" Wen Mu asked him softly.
"Very early, before our wedding."
"What?" Wen Mu's eyes widened slightly.
Has he been considering retirement since then?
Song Xingran explained in a gentle voice: "To be precise, it was after I realized that I fell in love with you."
"I always think about the time I was injured in the Belgian Grand Prix. I was alone before and I didn't care if I was disabled."
"But I married you, I fell in love with you, I can't leave you alone, I can't let you suffer, and I can't give you to someone else."
Wen Mu was helpless: "Am I such a heartless person in your heart who abandons me after having sex?"
The man shook his head, his expression serious. “You’re not. But I don’t want to put you in this predicament, and I won’t.”
He kissed her forehead: "I told you, I will arrange everything."
"What exactly are you planning?" Wen Mu looked up at him, "Is there anything you can't tell me?"
Song Xingran tilted his head to look at her, a mysterious smile on his lips: "Want to know?"
"I should know."
Wen Mu spoke word by word.
"I have to know, too."
"Then change your clothes," Song Xingran snapped his fingers, "I'll take you to see it."
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Forty minutes later, Wen Mu was standing in the elevator on the top floor of the Song Group headquarters building. The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a spacious corridor with a heavy wooden door at the end.
"Welcome to my new battlefield." Song Xingran made an exaggerated invitation gesture.
Wen Mu glanced at him suspiciously and stepped forward. The man took two quick steps and opened the door for her.
A spacious and bright office suddenly appeared. The entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Ningchuan City, and sunlight poured in unreservedly, illuminating the dark brown solid wood desk.
On the left side of the desk is a set of low-key and luxurious leather sofas, and on the right side, the bookshelf is neatly arranged with professional books on economics, finance and management.
Wen Mu's attention was drawn to the things on the desk: several open professional books, a stack of handwritten notes, and a laptop.
She walked over, picked up the top notebook and opened it.
"Corporate Merger and Acquisition Case Analysis?" She raised her eyebrows and looked up at Song Xingran. "Have you been studying this?"
Song Xingran leaned against the desk, his hands in his trouser pockets. "Hasn't Teacher Wen always known this? Have you forgotten? You still want to teach me?"
He was wearing a dark blue shirt today with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms. He looked quite elite.
Wen Mu continued to flip through her notes, noticing that every page was densely packed with key points, some even marked in red. Her fingertips gently traced the writing, and a sudden realization struck her: "So, you retired because..."
"Because you are going to become a rich woman." Song Xingran interrupted her with a cunning gleam in her eyes.
Wen Mu closed the notebook expressionlessly: "I am."
"You'll be richer." He took a folder from the drawer and waved it in front of her.
Wen Mu folded his arms and looked at him: "Why?"
Song Xingran took a step closer, reached out and pinched her chin, shaking it gently: "Because, all my property belongs to you."
He loosened his grip and opened the folder. "For example, I own 15% of the shares of the Song Group."
Wen Mu took the folder, which contained a share transfer agreement.
She quickly scanned the terms, her brow furrowing ever deeper. Song Xingran was going to transfer all his assets to her, including shares, real estate, and investment portfolios.
She looked up, incredulous: "Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy." The man shrugged. "I just want to reassure you."
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Hand over your property."
Wen Mu laughed: "I have money, I am at ease. I don't need you to hand over your property, and I don't need you to give me the fruits of your hard work for so many years for nothing."
Song Xingran still smiled: "Wife, I'm not giving it to you for free, it has interest."
"What?"
"Four times a night, four days a week."
"Snap."
The man's handsome face tilted to the left, and a red mark appeared on his fair face.
Wen Mu looked calm, but his right hand was shaking.
After a moment, she leaned forward to check. Fortunately, she didn't use much force and it just turned a little red.
Song Xingran looked at her with his watery eyes, innocent and pitiful.
Guilt welled up in Wen Mu's voice, and he gently rubbed his face: "Don't you know how to hide?"
He shook his head: "My wife beats me, and I just take it."
"Are you a fool?" Wen Mu was so angry that his heart ached. "You are always so frivolous and always make me angry."
Song Xingran held her hand and kissed it: "I just don't want you to have any psychological burden."
"You've given me so much, I'm already feeling very burdened."
"Then consider it as my compensation for making you sad, okay?"
Wen Mu said seriously, "Song Xingran, do you know what this means?"
The man frowned. "What?"
"It means that if we get divorced one day, you will have nothing."
Song Xingran chuckled: "Then don't divorce. Besides, I have never thought about divorce."
Wen Mu took a deep breath and tried to calm his heartbeat: "So, you thought about it a long time ago?"
Song Xingran nodded and reached out to pull her into his arms. The faint scent of cologne surrounded her, making her unconsciously relax.
"After I realized I was in love with you," his voice sounded above me, "you were already in my future. How could I not consider you?"
"I'm participating in the Japan event just to put a perfect end to my dream." The man lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. "Now, I want to start our new life."
He took the hand of the person in his arms and kissed her gently: "Teacher Wen, please give me more guidance in the future."
"Fool." Wen Mu turned his face away, but his ears turned red.
The man chuckled and gently stroked her palm with his fingers: "Then Professor Wen, after you graduate, would you like to be my secretary?"
"I can give you double your salary and a free massage."
Wen Mu sneered: "Dream on."
"Then, where is the boss lady?" Song Xingran leaned close to her ear, his breath brushing her earlobe.
"Let's talk about it after you become a boss." Wen Mu pushed him away and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside the window, the skyline of Ningchuan City sparkled in the sun, and the river in the distance was shimmering.
"Can you really do this?"
She was referring to company management.
After all, Song Xingran didn't even finish college. Although it was a family business, the Song Group was too big and there were too many things to do.
Wen Mu knew how much of a spendthrift he was.
The man curled his lips in dissatisfaction. "Teacher Wen, you have too little confidence in me. After all, I was once a legend in the School of Economics of Ningbo University. I just put my studies on hold for my career. Besides, I found the best teacher and started tutoring a long time ago."
Wen Mu looked at him doubtfully: "Do your parents know?"
Song Xingran laughed: "Who do you think arranged this office?"
"Dad actually let you manage the company?"
"Hmm. It's because I'm gifted and can do anything I do."
Wen Mu shook his head slightly: "Narcissist."
Song Xingran laughed and put his arm around her shoulders: "Let's go, I'll show you your new office."
"Mine?" Wen Mu was surprised. "I don't work here, what are you preparing for me?"
"You're not working, so why don't you come to see me?" The man narrowed his eyes. "Or do you prefer that I go to school to see you?"
"No." Wen Mu refused decisively without hesitation.
Song Xingran took her to the next room and said, "I can't bear to let you stay in that small observatory all day. The company has just established an astronomical technology research and development center, specially prepared for you."
He pushed open the door to the adjoining office. It was slightly smaller than his own, but equally spacious and bright. On one wall hung a large atlas of the starry sky, while on another were designs for various astronomical instruments. The most eye-catching feature was a professional-grade telescope in the corner, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Wen Mu stood there, speechless for a moment.
"Do you like it?" The man put his arms around her waist from behind. "You can do research here in the future. If you want to publish a paper, you can publish a paper. If you want to develop an astronomical instrument, you can develop an instrument."
He paused, "Of course, if you occasionally want to see your husband at work, or want to enjoy your husband's top-notch service, you only need to take ten steps."
"I promise, I'll be there whenever you call."
Wen Mu turned around and looked up at him: "When did you prepare these?"
"I forgot." Song Xingran lowered his head and rubbed her nose. "I used to paint the walls myself. I picked out the wallpaper, the lamp, and even the doll on the sofa myself."
Wen Mu remembered that there was a period of time when Song Xingran always went out in a mysterious manner, and when he came back, he still smelled of sawdust and paint.
She thought he was modifying a racing car again, but she didn't expect that he was preparing a gift for her.
"You..." She couldn't find the right words for a moment.
"What a perfect husband?" Song Xingran added for her.
Wen Mu rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "It's really troublesome."
Song Xingran smiled and hugged her tighter: "Teacher Wen, you know what? I like seeing you like this the most."
"What?"
"You're obviously very happy, but you have to keep a straight face."
Song Xingran stroked the corner of her lips with his thumb.
"Very cute, very, very cute."
Wen Mu slapped his hand away: "Who's happy?"
"You." Song Xingran kept getting closer, "Your eyes are smiling."
Wen Mu turned her face away, but he held her cheek and turned her back. Song Xingran's kiss landed lightly on her lips, gentle and lingering.
When the two separated, her hands had already wrapped around the man's neck.
"So," Wen Mu panted slightly, "have you really decided? Not to compete anymore?"
Song Xingran nodded: "Yes. But I will continue to serve as the team's consultant and occasionally guide the newcomers."
He paused, "After all, my title of 'Silverstone Dance King' cannot go to waste."
Wen Mu couldn't help laughing: "You really are..."
"Perfect?"
"cheeky."
The man laughed and held her in his arms.
"Teacher Wen."
"Um?"
"How about trying it here?"
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The author has something to say: Master Song has really thought about the future a long time ago
Although he is young, he is a reliable man who can arrange everything!
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