Since Shen Lingge did not want to eat, then Wen Xian also was not afraid of leading the little friend astray, she began to let herself go.
Under Wen Xian’s direction, Shen Lingge drove the car to the front of a narrow street entrance.
He swept a glance outside, on this not-big street people came and went, filled with food stalls.
The fragrance of food followed the smoke and fire drifting into the car.
Shen Lingge frowned, “Eating these is not clean.”
Wen Xian waved her hand, a look as if he had not seen the world before, “Gege, you don’t understand, I used to be the same as you, until I ate skewers and beer at twelve midnight.”
Wen Xian unfastened the seatbelt and was about to go out, she then turned back and instructed: “You wait for me here a moment, I’ll pack it and bring it back.”
Shen Lingge: “……”
Letting him sit in a car full of oily smoke smell was simply worse than death, so he frowned and followed Wen Xian out of the car.
Until following her to stand in front of a barbecue stall, his expression was not very good-looking.
Wen Xian excitedly pointed at the stall: “I want this one, this one, and that one too, all come three skewers.”
The stall owner smiled and responded: “Little girl, add chili or not?”
Wen Xian nodded: “Add a little to all.”
During this, the stall owner also glanced at Shen Lingge standing behind Wen Xian with frowning brows and a dark face.
He nudged his mouth towards Wen Xian, quietly said: “Little girl, quarreled with boyfriend?”
Wen Xian did not even turn her head, “That’s my didi [younger brother].”
Hearing this, the stall owner’s hand movements paused, he carefully looked at Shen Lingge again, then moved his line of sight back to Wen Xian who looked like just a high school student.
He lightly sighed: “Little girl, your didi this appearance, although handsome, but looking at it feels a bit old.”
Wen Xian stifled a laugh.
Shen Lingge looked at Wen Xian’s body in front, slightly trembling from laughing, then coldly glanced at the stall owner, tone hard and stiff: “I am her gege.”
The stall owner suddenly understood, so it was siblings having a small quarrel.
Before long, Wen Xian took the skewers from the stall owner’s hand, continued walking forward, Shen Lingge unhurriedly followed behind her.
But the further they walked in, Wen Xian found that the gazes falling on them became more and more, around became more and more crowded, and quite a few little girls were trying to secretly take photos of Shen Lingge with their phones.
Between Shen Lingge’s brows and eyes already carried some irritability.
He used to think when holding meetings that those old guys in Shen family were too noisy, but now coming here for one trip, he decided to forgive them.
Wen Xian’s steps walking forward paused, she finished eating the remaining skewers in a few bites, turned around pulling Shen Lingge and walked towards the exit.
Shen Lingge instinctively wanted to shake free, he very rarely had physical contact with others.
But thinking that it was Wen Xian, he endured it again, so as not to make this little girl cry again.
He lowered his eyes staring at her small hand for a while, her milky white fingers were long and slender, at this moment were holding his wrist.
Clearly it was summer, yet her hand was very cold.
Wen Xian directly pulled Shen Lingge onto the car, after getting into the car she then quietly muttered: “It’s all your fault for being born too good-looking.”
Shen Lingge: ?
Wen Xian propped her chin looking at Shen Lingge’s side profile, sorrowfully let out a sigh: “That is also my cub, can only say it’s my level being too outstanding. Not your fault, all my fault.”
But from her sentence that had neither head nor tail, Shen Lingge caught the key point — what level?
Could it be related to the secret on her body?
Shen Lingge slowly started the car, during the time he did not speak at all.
Until they were almost at their destination, only then did he suddenly ask a sentence: “Am I the same as what you imagined?”
Wen Xian was sending an email, she had just sent out yesterday’s work content when she heard Shen Lingge’s sentence.
Hearing this, she was stunned for a moment, she raised her head looking at the calm Shen Lingge, spoke in a low voice: “I also don’t know, sometimes feel the same, sometimes feel not quite the same.”
She pursed her lips: “Before, I didn’t…”
But halfway through speaking Wen Xian stopped.
Actually she never thought she could really draw a person out. That night when she first saw Shen Lingge, her heart was full of negative emotions.
Fear, guilt, worry, self-blame.
She had never drawn a living individual before, this was hard for her to accept.
But that night she just happened to be drunk, she quietly sighed: “Drinking causes trouble ah.”
Shen Lingge: “……”
Shen Lingge also did not know where his patience came from to waste time with her, perhaps feeling she was pitiful alone, or perhaps because she carried a secret on her body that endangered his safety.
For a moment, he actually could not distinguish why he stayed.
After getting out of the car, the two silently walked into the furniture market.
Every time Wen Xian saw a sofa that could fit in her small living room and was also suitable for Shen Lingge, she would bend down carefully to count the zeros on the price tag behind.
Her living room was too small, Shen Lingge’s figure was too tall and big, finding a size that fit and looked good was hard.
After the two walked around once, Wen Xian actually did not pick one she liked, she furrowed her small face in thought for a moment, then felt it would be better to draw it herself.
So Wen Xian tried to send Shen Lingge away, she blinked, testing as she asked: “Gege, are you willing to go downstairs and help me buy an ice cream?”
Shen Lingge lowered his eyes sweeping her a glance, did not respond, then walked towards the elevator entrance.
When he returned holding the ice cream, Wen Xian was standing at the elevator entrance waiting for him, she smiled eyes curved as she received the ice cream in his hand, “Gege, I’ve already chosen, at night someone will deliver it, let’s go back.”
Shen Lingge swept her a glance without revealing expression: “Mn.”
—
Seven o’clock in the evening.
Wen Xian hugged Qiuqiu looking at Shen Lingge sitting on the sofa staring at the notebook, her gaze had already stopped on him for a long time, but she just wasn’t aware.
And although Shen Lingge’s line of sight was falling on the screen, his attention couldn’t help but stay on Wen Xian.
How long exactly did this little girl want to stare at him?
Just as he could no longer endure, he heard Wen Xian’s soft voice ring next to his ear, carrying a cautious probing: “Gege, do you want to… first go take a bath?”
Shen Lingge’s gaze paused slightly.
He followed along obediently and closed the laptop, responding: “Okay.”
Wen Xian was made stunned by this kind of straightforward Shen Lingge. She suspiciously stared at Shen Lingge’s back, until he went into the room, took clothes, and entered the bathroom, yet she was still not reassured.
She secretly, stealthily padded over to the bathroom door, attempting to listen for movement inside.
But what sounded first was instead the knocking sound coming from inside, exactly like what she had heard before.
Not too light, not too heavy, exactly three knocks.
But at the same time, she also heard a man’s low and muffled voice coming from inside the door: “Wen Xian, don’t peek at me taking a bath.”
Wen Xian: “……”
Wen Xian guiltily crouched her waist, imitating Qiuqiu, slowly crawling back to the living room. Qiuqiu opened wide eyes curiously staring at Wen Xian, not understanding why she suddenly started imitating it.
Taking advantage of Shen Lingge’s bath time, Wen Xian exerted strength as much as nine oxen and two tigers to push the original sofa in the living room to the door. Then she held the Yu in her hand, sat down on the carpet, frowning as she began to think about the color and size.
After finishing the concept, Wen Xian sneakily slipped back into her room, opened her safe, and took out her sketchbook, which was full of things she had drawn before.
Except… except for her potato person.
But that tissue paper was thoughtfully clipped inside.
She pursed her lips, lowered her voice and spoke to the Yu in her hand: “Yu, you control yourself a little, don’t let me draw crooked. If even the sofa is crooked, that would be too shameful.”
Yu: ……
While Wen Xian was drawing, she also had to think in her mind about the color and style of this sofa.
As for the material, whatever she wanted it to be, that’s what it would come out as. She still liked the previous kind of fabric sofa.
After Wen Xian finished drawing, she habitually added a small snowflake in the corner of the sofa.
This was one of her methods to distinguish objects.
The next second after she put down her pen, a beige sofa bed appeared out of thin air in her living room, and the placement and size were exactly the same as before without the slightest difference.
Wen Xian let out a breath of relief.
Then she deliberately opened the door, pretending as if the moving workers had just left.
Not long after, Shen Lingge opened the bathroom door and came out.
At the moment he saw the new sofa in the living room, his gaze slightly deepened.
Shen Lingge could be certain that during this whole afternoon at the furniture market, he and Wen Xian absolutely had not seen this style of sofa bed. He raised his eyebrows slightly, pretending to casually ask: “It got delivered so fast?”
Wen Xian opened her innocent eyes looking at him, her forehead still with a thin layer of sweat, “Mn mn, the moving workers just left. I went to close the door.”
Shen Lingge walked in front of the sofa, carefully inspecting the new sofa bed.
When his gaze swept over a certain spot, his expression paused slightly, then he bent down and reached his hand toward the corner of the sofa.
There was embroidered a six-pointed snowflake.
No wonder she would feel that he was created by her.
Turns out everything he had seen these days that carried the snowflake mark was all created by her.
No wonder that day his toothbrush would be crooked.
But that ID card did not have that mark, so this mark was something she added on herself.
Shen Lingge lightly sighed.
This really was not a good habit.
Shen Lingge slowly swept his gaze across everything in the living room.
Those strangely shaped and twisted line objects all became traceable.
After Wen Xian closed the door, she specifically observed Shen Lingge’s expression, “Gege, look at this sofa bed—do you like it? After you left, I worked hard to find it.”
“Open it up for you to try?”
Shen Lingge responded with a light voice, then bent down and opened up this sofa bed.
He lay on it and tried it out — just as comfortable as that previous sofa.
Wen Xian saw that he liked it and let out a breath of relief.
She curved her lips, smiling: “Then I’ll go take a bath.”
After Wen Xian left, Shen Lingge no longer had the mood to handle documents.
He walked to the balcony, closed the door, gave the butler a phone call. His gaze fell on the full and plump succulents on the balcony, he asked in a low voice: “Check if there is someone called Wen Ge, and his identity information.”
Butler: “Understood, Young Master.”
Half an hour later, Shen Lingge received the email sent by the butler.
Wen Ge, male, 26 years old, person from Licheng, orphan.
Below was also attached a photo of his ID card information.
After seeing this, Shen Lingge pinched his brow with a headache.
Now not only did he have to worry about his own personal safety, he also had to worry what outcome there would be if others found out Wen Xian’s secret.
His gaze sank as he stared at Wen Ge’s identity information, momentarily falling into deep thought.
Until his phone gave a “ding” sound, he received a new text message.
[Butler: Young Master, is this Sir’s illegitimate son? Looks really like you. I will keep it a secret for you. ——Professional Butler.]
Shen Lingge: “……”
Wasn’t this nonsense, could it not look alike?
This damn thing is me.