And she even blinked her pair of innocent eyes looking at him, her tone carrying a bit of pride: “Shen Lingge, what scent do you like? I bought every kind, and your size—I don’t know, so I bought one of each.”
Shen Lingge: “……”
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Inside the quiet bedroom, Shen Lingge silently looked at the little things scattered on the bed. His gaze landed on Wen Xian’s upturned little face; her eyes were full of expectation.
In those bright eyes, the fragmented light was as dazzling as diamonds.
Shen Lingge’s gaze darkened slightly. For a moment, he did not move, only looking at her and asking in a low voice: “Xian Xian, do you know what you are doing?”
Wen Xian was startled by his tone. She suddenly remembered what Duoduo had said—Duoduo said Shen Lingge might get angry.
At this moment, his calm face really looked like he was angry.
She pursed her lips, answering softly: “I know.”
Shen Lingge was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a low laugh: “Silly girl, you don’t know.”
In his dark black eyes, there was a trace of roguishness not usually seen.
After speaking, Shen Lingge lowered his gaze and swept a glance over the boxes on the bed. He bent down and picked up one box with his hand, the rest all being swept onto the floor by his other hand with a wave. For a moment, there was a chaotic noise.
Qiuqiu seemed to be startled by the noise. It jumped up from the bed and dived into its own little nest, burying its head inside and not moving, even its furry tail hidden away.
But Wen Xian on the bed froze for a moment. She didn’t quite understand what Shen Lingge was going to do next. Was it that meaning she was thinking?
These days Shen Lingge had been holding back very hard, but he was willing.
He didn’t want to scare Wen Xian; she was still young. But she had again and again come to tease him.
Tonight, he didn’t plan to go all the way. He only wanted to make her scared.
In a moment of Wen Xian’s distraction, Shen Lingge pushed her onto the bed. She opened her eyes wide, looking up at the person above her. His black eyes seemed as if they were burning, but his movements were still gentle and restrained.
The next second, her hands were pinned down by him above her head.
Before Wen Xian could speak, her lips were already caught by Shen Lingge. His slender, slightly cool fingertips lightly touched her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his kiss.
The warm yellow light from above spilled down, blurring Shen Lingge’s features.
His kiss grew deeper and deeper, and the hand originally holding her chin shifted position.
…
Half an hour later, Wen Xian lay on the bed with her head dizzy, the person who had been pressing on her was already gone.
From the bathroom came the faint sound of running water.
Wen Xian turned her head to look at the half-unwrapped boxes. On her hand, there seemed to still be the feeling from just now.
This was the first time she directly felt Shen Lingge’s desire.
At her ear, it seemed as if Shen Lingge’s suppressed breathing still echoed, along with his unbearably hoarse voice: “Did you feel it? I don’t want to scare you, be good from now on.”
After speaking, he got up and walked into the bathroom without looking back.
Wen Xian curled up her body with a flushed face. She lowered her eyes and looked at her fingertips. Just now, he had coaxed her into touching, and she finally understood what the thing she felt in the mornings sometimes was.
“Wu—”
Wen Xian couldn’t help but let out a whimper. It was too shameful.
His scent and warmth seemed to still linger around her.
After resting for a while, she got up, picked up the box Shen Lingge had just taken, and studied the packaging carefully. Then she climbed back onto the bed, pushed aside all the boxes that didn’t match his size, and stuffed the rest all at once into the bedside drawer.
Wen Xian stared at that drawer for a while, her face red, then climbed back onto the bed again.
This time, Shen Lingge took longer to shower than usual. By the time he came out of the bathroom, an hour had already passed. He carried a cool aura all over his body, with a towel in his hand, wiping his black hair.
He raised his eyes and looked toward the person on the bed—she was already asleep.
Shen Lingge walked to the bedside and covered her properly with the blanket, then lightly dropped a kiss on the corner of her lips before turning off the light.
He didn’t get into bed right away. At this moment, his body was still cold.
In the darkness, his figure moved. Shen Lingge carried a cigarette and went to the balcony.
But he didn’t pull the balcony curtains shut. With a slight turn of his head, he could see through the glass door the person lying on the bed asleep.
Tonight, the moon was very bright. The clouds scattered sparsely around the moon, and a few stars loomed faintly behind the clouds.
The night wind of October was slightly cool, with a faint fragrance floating in the air.
Shen Lingge hadn’t told Wen Xian—on the right side of the manor, preparations for reconstruction were underway. That was where he was building a rose garden for her.
Even if they would live in Licheng in the future, he still wanted her to know.
Not just Licheng, Mingcheng was also her home.
The slightly fierce smoke slowly rose, the strong flavor rolling into his throat.
Shen Lingge closed his eyes slightly. The restless, boiling blood in his body was slowly calming down. The desire that rose because of Wen Xian only now subsided.
He had nearly lost control—he even tore half of the packaging box.
Shen Lingge closed his eyes in a mess.
When facing her, he always had no way. But the moment he thought she might cry, all the tightly stretched strings in his mind scattered, and the reason that had rushed to the edge of the galaxy slowly pulled back.
He didn’t even dare think about it, yet she personally delivered herself to him. At that moment, he was the blade in her hand.
As long as he was willing, he could completely possess her. But still, he couldn’t bear it.
When the moon gradually hid into the hazy and dark clouds, Shen Lingge turned and went back to the room. The smell of smoke on his body had already been completely blown away by the night wind.
He got into bed and pulled the sleeping person into his arms.
A night of turmoil and chaos passed just like that.
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Morning, as the first sun rose.
Duoduo heard movement at the staircase and quietly lifted her gaze for a glance. Shen Lingge was coming downstairs wearing a suit, looking as if he was preparing to go to the company for work.
And behind him, there was no one.
Duoduo’s heart gave a thump—could it be that Miss really succeeded?
Just as Duoduo was letting her imagination run wild, Shen Lingge suddenly spoke: “From now on, don’t take her to buy those things. This morning there’s no need to call her, let her sleep until she wakes naturally. When she wakes up, tell her I went to the company, I’ll come back at noon to accompany her for lunch.”
Duoduo’s face instantly turned red, then white. Only after quite a while did she stammeringly respond: “O-okay, Young Master.”
After Shen Lingge finished speaking, he left. The driver and Xiao Song were already waiting for him outside.
As soon as Shen Lingge left, Duoduo quickly jogged upstairs. She was really afraid Shen Lingge wasn’t careful and hurt Wen Xian—after all, Wen Xian’s body had just recovered a few days ago.
Duoduo carefully opened the bedroom door. She poked her head in for a glance. Wen Xian was wrapped in a small blanket, sleeping soundly. The exposed skin was still smooth and fair, looking no different from usual.
There were also no strange things scattered on the floor.
Only then did she slowly let out a breath of relief, and gently closed the door again.
…
When Wen Xian woke up, it was already ten in the morning. She turned her head to look beside her. Shen Lingge’s original spot had already been occupied by Qiuqiu.
Wen Xianxian, who was playing at the foot of the bed, saw her wake up and stuck out its tongue, running over to her and placing its paws on the bed’s edge, looking at her.
Wen Xian rubbed against the soft pillow, slowly stretched her lazy waist, then got up from the bed. After getting off the bed, she rubbed Wen Xianxian’s head before going into the bathroom to wash up.
After Wen Xian finished washing and went downstairs, she remembered what Chang Ligu had said to her yesterday. For a moment, she fell into hesitation, nearly bumping into the sofa while walking. Wen Xianxian barked at her once, and only then did she snap back to her senses.
While she was in a daze, her phone’s ringtone suddenly rang.
Wen Xian glanced at it—it was Song Mingxi.
She quickly picked up the call. Before she could speak, she was startled by Song Mingxi’s voice on the other end. Her voice was weak and powerless, seeming very uncomfortable: “Xian Xian, Mom seems to be sick, Lingge is in a meeting, I can’t reach him.”
Wen Xian became anxious and completely forgot what Song Mingxi had just called herself: “Mom, where are you?”
Song Mingxi on the other end seemed to pause, then answered: “Mom is at home, it’s nothing serious, just a little dizzy.”
At this moment, Wen Xian couldn’t think of anything else. She grabbed the car keys and went out, not even waiting for the driver—she drove out herself.
By the time Duoduo received the news, ten minutes had already passed.
Wen Xian wasn’t familiar with the roads in Mingcheng. When Duoduo heard this, she became anxious too, called the driver, and immediately went to chase after her.
So when Shen Lingge returned home at noon, he couldn’t find Wen Xian. Duoduo wasn’t at home either, and no one answered the calls. Shen Lingge furrowed his brows and went to find the housekeeper busy in the back kitchen.
The housekeeper glanced at Shen Lingge, then sighed: “Young Master, Madam tricked Miss Wen away.”
Shen Lingge: “……”
He clearly remembered telling her to call Wen Xian in the afternoon, didn’t expect his mom couldn’t even hold back for two hours.
Shen Lingge frowned as he walked out of the kitchen, then picked up the suit jacket he had taken off and went out the door.
At this time Xiao Song hadn’t left yet. Seeing Shen Lingge come out, he froze for a moment: “Sir, did you forget something?”
Shen Lingge walked straight to the car, opened the car door: “Go to the outskirts of the city.”
Xiao Song didn’t ask much and directly instructed the driver to drive.
After Shen Lingge got in the car, he called Song Mingxi, but Song Mingxi also didn’t pick up the call, so he had no choice but to call Shen Rongsheng. As soon as the person on the other end of the call answered, he scolded: “What did you and your mom say to Xian Xian? Now the two of them are sitting in the living room hugging each other crying!”
Shen Lingge: “……”
He rubbed his brow with a headache: “Dad, I’ll be there in a while, coax my mom and Xian Xian for me, don’t let them cry.”
Shen Rongsheng spoke in a deep voice: “Your own wife, you coax her yourself!”
After saying that, he hung up the call.
Ten minutes ago, Shen family at the outskirts of the city.
Wen Xian parked the car outside the gate, then ran in at a jog. The entrance door was slightly open. She pushed the door open and immediately saw Song Mingxi lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, not knowing where Shen Rongsheng had gone.
She got anxious and her eyes turned red. She hurriedly pounced to the side of the sofa and grabbed Song Mingxi’s hand, then cautiously asked Song Mingxi: “Mom, where do you feel unwell?”
She bit her lip and asked again: “Shall I take you to the hospital, okay?”
Song Mingxi originally still wanted to pretend for a while longer, but hearing Wen Xian’s voice carrying the sound of crying, she couldn’t bear it anymore. She hurriedly sat up, then reached out and stroked Wen Xian’s little face with heartache: “Xian Xian, don’t cry, Mom is fine.”
Wen Xian’s eyes felt sore, and tears fell down.
She was always panicked about losing, whether four years ago or this very moment. This was the only love she had obtained these past years.
Seeing Wen Xian’s eyes full of tears, Song Mingxi also panicked, her heart full of guilt all at once. She shouldn’t have scared this child like this.
The two of them hadn’t said a few words before hugging each other and crying, and the crying sounds were getting louder and louder. Shen Rongsheng, who was secretly hiding upstairs watching how things developed: “……”
At this moment, both Shen Rongsheng and Song Mingxi had the same thought in their hearts: it’s all Shen Lingge’s fault!