Chapter 45 [VIP]
In this situation, Wen Zhiyu's brain was completely overloaded.
Divine Metal? Which Divine Metal is it?
What's going on with Qin Jianling and Han Shu? Why doesn't he know? Why is he the only one who's oblivious?
He hesitated, "You...know each other?"
"We met once, but she's the benefactor I mentioned last time I came." Qin Jianling put down the cake to prevent any irreparable disaster from happening in her excitement, then suddenly realized, "Wait, aren't you—"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Han Shu stretched out his arms, fingers spread, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Don't talk, don't talk! I'll talk!"
Qin Jianling didn't know what was going on, but this person didn't match what Wen Zhiyu had said about being married and having children at all, so there must be a misunderstanding. So she pursed her lips and raised her hands in acknowledgment.
Han Shu claimed that he had confessed voluntarily, but if Qin Jianling said it, it would be a lie that had been exposed. Naturally, Han Shu couldn't let himself be put in a passive position.
As she was speaking, she habitually brushed a stray hair from her ear, only to find nothing. She could only scratch the side of her face to ease the awkwardness.
Wen Zhiyu's brows furrowed tightly. "What exactly is going on?"
Qin Jianling coughed and mumbled through his lips, "If you don't want to talk about it, then I will."
Han Shu panicked and, disregarding logic, stepped forward, looked up, and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, I lied to you. I'm not actually married and don't have any children!"
Wen Zhiyu was struck dumb, his handsome face blank for the first time, and his tongue stammered, "What...what did you say? You...you're not married? Then why did you—"
Han Shu held Wen Zhiyu's hands in her palms, speaking rapidly, "I didn't mean to. There was a typhoon that day, and I had nowhere to stay, so I lied to meet the check-in requirements. Later, you said that for a long-term lease, I had to answer questions as collateral. I was worried that if you knew I didn't meet the requirements, you wouldn't ask anymore, and then I would feel bad about staying there..."
Wen Zhiyu opened his mouth, "Then—"
"Later I fell in love with you, but I was worried that you wouldn't like me if you knew I was lying, so I kept putting it off and trying to find the right time to tell you. But that day you suddenly confessed to me and asked me to divorce my wife and be with you, so I made up my mind to tell you as soon as possible, and I chose my birthday to do it—" Han Shu said with an awkward smile, "I hope that Teacher Wen will be in a good mood and won't be too angry."
Wen Zhiyu opened his mouth again, "I—"
Han Shu pouted and cried, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, can you please not be angry and can you forgive me?"
Wen Zhiyu opened his mouth again, "Actually—"
Han Shu pulled the person closer with a forceful movement. Their eyes met, and sincerity was immediately apparent. "I'm not married, so I don't need a divorce. Let's consider today our first day, okay?"
Wen Zhiyu grabbed Han Shu's wrist with his other hand, his fingers involuntarily tightening, "Say it again."
Han Shu blinked blankly.
She just said so much, so much, so much, repeat it again from where to where?
Qin Jianling witnessed the whole process, pacing back and forth, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. "They're not married and have no children. You like her and she likes you. You don't need to be a mistress for love or wait for a divorce. Today is your first day together."
Han Shu cast a grateful glance, but before she could even linger for two seconds, an irresistible force struck her wrist. She staggered forward two steps, and Wen Zhiyu's bobbing Adam's apple was already close to her face.
"You're not married and don't have children; you're single."
Han Shu nodded obediently, "Mhm."
Wen Zhiyu said in a deep voice, "Do you know that I spent seven whole days studying divorce laws and the self-cultivation of a stepfather?"
Han Shu opened his eyes wide, "Huh?"
"puff!"
Qin Jianling couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Wen Zhiyu shot him a sharp glare and gritted his teeth, "Get out."
Qin Jianling was interested in watching the show, but she was also perceptive enough to quickly slip away, making sure to close the door behind her.
The surroundings fell silent instantly, with only the sounds of breathing and heartbeats echoing.
Wen Zhiyu asked again, "Are you single?"
Han Shu nodded even more vigorously, "Mmm."
"Who was that person on the phone who called you 'husband' and 'I miss you' in front of me?"
Han Shuqi was weak. "My best friend's younger brother is acting in my place."
Wen Zhiyu hesitated, then asked, "...Then who was it that said on the phone last time, 'You still consider us family'?"
“A family… ah!” Han Shu understood. “My cousin.”
Wen Zhiyu wiped his face, trying his best to sort out his thoughts. But his mind was a mess, his complicated ideas like a ball of yarn full of loose threads, unable to find a foothold.
Han Shu quietly looked up, her jawline taut, like a bow stretched to its limit, ready to break at any moment. Seeing his somber and serious expression, she felt uneasy and dared not utter a single unnecessary word.
After a long silence, Wen Zhiyu tilted his head slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Then if I kiss you now, it won't violate any laws or public order and good morals, right?"
"Ah—woo!"
First came the large hand on the back of his neck and an irresistible force, followed closely by a sharp touch. Han Shu's pupils contracted slightly; Wen Zhiyu's handsome face was now inches away.
He stepped back slightly, his eyes half-lowered in the small space, as if to say, "Today is our first day."
They parted after a brief touch, but Han Shu felt like he'd drunk half a bottle of red wine; his head was spinning. "You're not angry, are you?"
Wen Zhiyu smiled, shook his head helplessly, and then bent down to pull her into his arms, just as he had imagined in countless struggles and dreams. He buried his face in her neck and said in a low, husky voice, "Don't be angry, be happy."
Breath mingled, thin lips pressed against bare skin, a tingling sensation ran through her, and her heart felt like a sweet, soft cotton candy. She raised her hand, somewhat awkwardly placing it on Wen Zhiyu's lower back, then slowly moving upwards. The touch of her palm made her tense.
Today is the first day.
Wen Zhiyu always felt like he was dreaming, a dream so beautiful it seemed unreal. He was always afraid that he would wake up suddenly if he wasn't careful. So his eyes always followed Han Shu's every smile and frown, and he etched it into his heart.
Qin Jianling waved in front of him, "Hey! Your eyes are practically popping out of your head!"
Wen Zhiyu slapped his hand away and said, "Shut up."
"Then close your eyes."
"Get out of here."
Han Shu was untying the ribbon on the cake box, a sly smile playing on her lips. This was the first time she'd seen Wen Zhiyu joking and playing around with his friends; it seemed much more lively than before.
Wen Zhiyu finally had a moment to ask an important question, "How did you two meet?"
Just as Han Shu was about to explain in detail, Qin Jianling hurriedly waved her hand to stop her, then slumped onto the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked, "Want to know?"
Wen Zhiyu raised one eyebrow, guessing that he wouldn't say anything nice, but still nodded sincerely, "I want to."
Qin Jianling stretched and said, "Then sing a line like 'I became a werewolf for you, I went mad for you'... Ah! Let's sing the chorus instead, 'Can we ever meet again? I've been praying to Buddha for thousands of years.'"
What kind of old-fashioned, corny love song is this?
Han Shu sighed, "Is it possible that he simply can't sing?"
"He can," Qin Jianling grinned. "Your boyfriend can."
In a single sentence, the two of them instantly turned into pouty-lipped individuals.
Han Shu straightened her back and looked at her boyfriend.
Wen Zhiyu straightened his back and said, "Yes, I can."
Han Shu's boyfriend must be able to do that.
Just as he was about to unleash his singing voice, Han Shu stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and glared angrily at the onlookers, "Why should my boyfriend sing for you?"
She waved her hand, "We won't sing, I'll tell you a story."
Qin Jianling's mischievous scheme failed, so he stopped crossing his legs, got up and started dismantling the cake plate, muttering as he did so, "This is boring, this is boring."
Han Shu ignored him and explained the whole story in detail.
Wen Zhiyu frowned as she listened, and sighed even more when she learned that Qin Jianling knew she was a single woman.
Qin Jianling added at the opportune moment, "After the meeting last week, when you came to my office, I was on the phone with this kind girl, talking about adopting a cat."
Wen Zhiyu gasped.
What did Qin Jianling say back then? He stopped halfway through his sentence, anxious to call Han Shu back.
If he had heard just a few more words, wouldn't he have been able to connect the clues, know about this matter in advance, and save himself from the torment of being torn apart by countless anxieties?
Qin Jianling couldn't understand it at all. "She looks like a young, unmarried woman. How can you be so sure she's married with children? Unless she's completely heartbroken, I've never seen a mother abandon her child for so long to rent a place. Didn't you ever have any doubts?"
He then turned to Han Shu and explained, "No offense intended, it's just that in most families, mothers bear more responsibility for childcare."
Han Shu knew this was a common situation; fathers were neglecting their responsibilities, and even if they weren't, their concern for the children was far less than that of the mothers. So he shook his head to indicate that it was okay.
Wen Zhiyu squeezed Han Shu's soft fingers. "No."
Qin Jianling clicked his tongue repeatedly, "I never doubted it, I just kept telling myself not to be a mistress for love. A Casanova, Teacher Wen?"
Han Shu understood the implication, and guilt and heartache welled up within her. She took Wen Zhiyu's arm with her other hand, "I'm sorry..."
Wen Zhiyu smiled and shook his head, then put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
This was already a happiness he couldn't even imagine, how could he dare to ask for more?
Hearing his silent words, Han Shu secretly made up her mind to cherish this relationship that had gone through many twists and turns, and also to cherish the lovely Mr. Question.
"Stop showing off your love, you two." Qin Jianling couldn't bear to watch anymore. After setting out the bowls and chopsticks and lighting the candles, he urged, "Get ready to eat the cake."
Wen Zhiyu never celebrated his birthday between the ages of 4 and 18.
After meeting Qin Jianling when he was 18, Qin Jianling celebrated his birthday. The two grown men couldn't be too sentimental, so they simply cut the cake into two halves and ate half each.
He's 28 years old, and the girl he likes and his best friend of ten years are singing him a birthday song.
Happy birthday!
The candlelight flickered, and Han Shu clasped his hands together under his chin, smiling broadly. "Quickly, close your eyes and make a wish."
Wen Zhiyu made a wish that every year would be like this morning, but he couldn't bear to close his eyes.
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