Chapter 57 For us tonight all used up
Song Xingran's kiss was so forceful that it brooked no refusal. Wen Mu was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, his back pressed against the slightly cool glass.
The man's palm was clasped tightly around the back of her neck, while the other hand was firmly wrapped around her waist, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
"Hmm."
Wen Mu's protest was swallowed between her lips and teeth. She subconsciously grabbed the front of Song Xingran's shirt, and her fingertips touched the hot skin under his open collar.
Song Xingran took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, prying open her teeth with the tip of his tongue and sweeping across every inch of her mouth like conquering a city.
Wen Mu could taste the bitter aroma of coffee lingering between his lips and teeth, mixed with his unique scent, which made her waist soften involuntarily.
Just as both of them were breathing rapidly, a shrill cell phone ringtone suddenly rang out.
The man paused, but didn't let her go immediately. He bit her lower lip as punishment, then raised his head with a look of unsatisfied desire. His amber eyes burned with lingering lust. His black hair was slightly disheveled from the previous struggle, with a few strands falling over his forehead, making him look both dangerous and sexy.
"Don't worry about it." He said in a low voice, and gently stroked Wen Mu's swollen lips with his thumb, as if to kiss him again.
Wen Mu turned his head away and put his hand on his chest: "It's Dad calling."
Song Xingran frowned, then reluctantly let go of her and fished out his phone from his trouser pocket. The three words "Old Man" flashed on the caller ID.
He took a deep breath and answered the phone while his other hand was still firmly holding Wen Mu's waist, not giving her a chance to escape.
"Dad." The man's voice had returned to its usual calmness, and only the slight rise and fall of his chest revealed his previous emotions.
As Wen Mu was pinned to his lap, his eyes involuntarily fell on the open collar of his shirt. The top three buttons were undone, revealing a wide expanse of chest and delicate collarbone. The small star tattoo on his neck seemed to gleam, making him want to remove it.
On the other end of the phone, Song Mingshen's voice faintly came through the receiver: "The board of directors has approved your proposal, but the technical department still has some questions."
"What's the problem?" Song Xingran pinched the waist of the person on his body intermittently, "No matter how big the problem is, there's no need to call me now."
"Are you busy?"
"Yes," the man winked at Wen Mu, "I'm serving my ancestors."
Song Xingran's arm was pinched hard, and the corners of his lips curled up: "It's gasoline. She's very naughty, biting me all over. I'm going to teach her a lesson."
"Alright," Song Mingshen said in an unhappy tone, "let's talk business."
Song Xingran put away his frivolous look and said, "You say."
Wen Mu listened to the father and son discussing company affairs and suddenly had the idea of playing a prank.
She put her hand on Song Xingran's shoulder, and under his puzzled gaze, she leaned over, opened her mouth, and bit hard on the star tattoo on the side of his neck.
"Hiss——" The man gasped and almost dropped his phone.
"What's wrong with you?" Song Mingshen asked vigilantly.
Song Xingran stared at Wen Mu, who looked innocent in front of him. The latter was slowly wiping the corner of his lips with his fingertips, with a sly smile in his eyes.
"I'm fine, Dad," he gritted his teeth, "I was accidentally bitten by a wild cat."
Song Mingshen clearly didn't believe it: "Are you kidding?"
"Yes, I'm kidding." Song Xingran locked his eyes on Wen Mu, like a leopard staring at its prey. "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Take Amu home for dinner later." Song Mingshen ordered, "Your mother will cook for you."
Song Xingran responded briefly: "Understood, I'll hang up now."
As soon as the call was disconnected, he pulled the person who tried to slip away from his legs back into his arms: "Where are you going, Teacher Wen?"
Wen Mu calmly straightened his collar and said, "Go home for dinner."
Song Xingran chuckled, took her hand and pressed it against his tense abdomen: "Then what should I do?"
Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Wen Mu could clearly feel his strong abdominal muscles and the heat underneath that could not be ignored.
She raised her eyebrows, pressed it gently, then slowly withdrew her hand, expressionless: "Solve it yourself."
After saying that, she stood up from the man's legs neatly and walked towards the office door without looking back, leaving only an elegant back.
Song Xingran looked in the direction she left, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly and laughed.
*
The sports car drove into the courtyard, and Wen Mu saw Chen Sui pruning roses in the garden through the car window.
"Mom." Song Xingran parked the car, took Wen Mu's hand and walked over, taking the scissors from Shen Sui's hand, "I've told you many times, just let the gardener do these things."
Shen Sui smiled and patted his son's face: "I just like to do it myself."
She turned to Wen Mu and gently took her hand, "Xiao Mu, why are you getting thinner again? Is it because Ah Ran bothers you every day?"
Wen Mu touched his cheek and explained softly, "No, Mom. It's been cold lately and I've been consuming too much energy."
Shen Sui quickly pulled him into the house: "I stewed ginseng chicken soup tonight, you have to drink two more bowls. It's a good way to nourish yourself."
As the three were talking, the gate of the villa opened and Song Mingshen walked out with his two sons.
The four members of the Song family, father and son, stood together, exuding a breathtakingly powerful aura.
"Dad." Song Xingran called out, then turned to his two brothers, "Big brother, second brother."
Wen Mu also greeted: "Dad, Brother Ying Zhuo, Brother Ming Li."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the hand holding her suddenly tighten. Song Xingran narrowed his eyes and looked at her, his eyes full of warning.
Wen Mu pretended not to see his gaze and turned to Song Yingzhuo: "Brother Yingzhuo, I have finished reading the book "The Strings of the Universe" that you recommended last time. I benefited a lot from it."
Song Yingzhuo nodded: "I'm glad you like it. I have a few similar books in my study, I'll give them to you later."
Song Xingran finally couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled Wen Mu back to her side, wrapping her arms possessively around her waist: "Come in and eat, Mom has been busy all afternoon."
As expected, Shen Sui had prepared a sumptuous meal at the table. Song Mingshen sat at the main seat, Shen Sui to his right, his three sons sitting in order, and Wen Mu was placed next to Song Xingran.
"Xiao Mu," Song Mingshen picked up a piece of braised pork for Wen Mu, "I heard from Yu Mo that you have submitted your doctoral thesis?"
Wen Mu nodded: "Yes, Dad. The defense is scheduled for mid-June next year."
"What are your plans after graduation?" Song Mingshen continued to ask, "Continue doing research or find a job?"
Wen Mu put down his chopsticks and answered seriously, "I'm currently following up on an astronomical observation project of Yu Mo. After defending my doctoral dissertation next year, I hope to stay in Ningchuan to work. It would be best if I could teach at Ningchuan University."
"Director Zhao from the Astronomy Department of Ningxia University is an old friend of mine," Song Mingshen said. "If you need help, Dad can introduce you."
Wen Mu was about to refuse when Song Xingran interrupted lazily, "No need, Dad. Wen Mu can get in with his own strength."
Chen Sui chuckled: "Aran is right, Xiaomu's academic achievements are obvious to all. We were too abrupt."
"Yes," Song Mingli smiled. "I saw Wen Mu's paper in Nature magazine last time. Even those arrogant engineers in our company were impressed by it."
Wen Mu smiled modestly: "Thank you, Brother Mingli."
Song Xingran squeezed her hand under the table, his eyes saying "Don't be so affectionate."
Wen Mu pretended not to see it, turned to Shen Sui and said, "Mom, this chicken soup is really delicious. Can you teach me how to make it?"
Shen Sui nodded happily: "Of course! Come to my house tomorrow and I will teach you step by step."
"Not tomorrow," Song Xingran immediately refused, "Wen Mu has to accompany me to see the new office tomorrow."
Song Mingshen: "Have you made up your mind so quickly?"
"Yeah." The man nodded. "It's in the office building next to the group headquarters. It has a good view and is close to Ning University, where Wen Mu will work in the future."
Wen Mu glanced at him and said, "When did I agree to go there?"
Song Xingran said confidently: "You are my wife, of course you should stay closer to me."
Song Mingli couldn't help but tease: "Aran, your possessiveness is too strong, isn't it? Be careful not to scare your sister-in-law away."
Song Xingran snorted coldly and held Wen Mu's hand tighter under the table: "Don't worry, she can't run away."
The dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere.
When leaving, Shen Sui held Wen Mu's hand and gave her instructions for a long time, and then stuffed her with a big bag of snacks he made himself.
On the way back, Song Xingran remained silent. Out of the corner of his eye, Wen Mu saw his jawline tense and his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.
"Are you angry?" Wen Mu asked deliberately.
Song Xingran snorted and did not answer.
Wen Mu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Young Master Song is so stingy? Isn't it just calling him 'brother' twice?"
Song Xingran suddenly turned on the turn signal and stopped the car on the side of the road.
He turned his head, his peach blossom eyes flashing dangerously in the night: "Wen Mu, you did it on purpose."
Wen Mu blinked innocently: "What on purpose?"
"You know very well that I don't like hearing you call them that." Song Xingran's voice was low and suppressed. "Brother Ying Zhuo? Brother Ming Li? Hmm?"
"Why don't you just call me 'darling'?"
Wen Mu raised his eyebrows: "If you don't mind, I can call you that."
"No!" The man's voice suddenly rose, and turned aggrieved, "You haven't even called me dear, and you want to call them that."
"Teacher Wen, you're really going too far."
Wen Mu finally couldn't help laughing out loud, his shoulders trembling slightly, and it took a moment for him to calm down.
"Master Song, you look so funny when you're jealous."
Song Xingran stared at her for a few seconds, then restarted the car: "I'll deal with you when I get home."
"What?" Wen Mu naturally ignored his provocation.
When the car drove into the villa garage, Wen Mu immediately unbuckled his seat belt, without blinking, and ran home.
The man stared at the jogging figure with wide eyes, was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately took a step to chase after it.
Open the door, go upstairs, enter the bedroom, all in one go...
One of his legs was stuck in the door, and Wen Mu couldn't close the door no matter how hard he tried.
"Pull your legs back."
"I don't."
"Don't blame me for being cruel if you don't accept it."
"You are cruel, but you are the cruelest to me anyway. You have been bullying me because I am young."
The man's voice was low and sticky.
Wen Mu couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Could it be that he made her cry?
During the moment of daze, Song Xingran squeezed through the door, threw her on the soft big bed, and then pressed on her.
"You lied to me?"
Song Xingran grinned: "All's fair in war, Teacher Wen."
Wen Mu was so angry that he tried to pinch his waist, but found that his abdominal muscles were as hard as rocks and he couldn't pinch them at all.
"Why didn't you listen to me?" Song Xingran demanded, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "Huh? Are you trying to piss me off?"
Wen Mu looked up at him, not afraid at all: "Why, when did I have to listen to you? Do you want to rebel?"
Song Xingran didn't answer, just stared at her angrily. After a moment, he lay on her like a deflated ball and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"You can't call them that. You're not allowed to." His voice was muffled and a little aggrieved. "You knew I couldn't hear you calling me brother, but you deliberately provoked me. How could you be so mean?"
"I hate you, I hate you..."
"A Ran."
The man suddenly froze, then looked up, eyes full of disbelief.
"What did you call me just now?"
"Aran." Wen Mu called out again.
The sound was so soft and gentle, like clouds, making people feel like they were floating.
The person on his body didn't move at all, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Wen Mu chuckled, tracing his handsome eyebrows with his fingertips: "Don't you like it?"
Song Xingran's eyes changed instantly. He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely. As their lips and tongues intertwined, a few vague murmurs escaped.
"I like it. I like it very much."
"Wife, call me like this again, a few more times."
Wen Mu obediently called out to him softly over and over again in his ear.
"A Ran."
"A Ran."
Each call was like a spark hitting dry wood. The man's breathing became heavier and his movements became more urgent. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and the other hand had already reached into Wen Mu's clothes.
He panted, opened the bedside table, took out the three remaining boxes, opened the boxes, and the things fell all over the bed like a rain.
"Wife, there are still so many left."
"Let's try hard and use it all up tonight?"
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