After hearing Shen Lingge’s words, Wen Xian fell into deep thought. She furrowed her brows, carefully thinking about those words.
Right after, she looked at Shen Lingge full of worry and asked: “You want to go travel?”
Wen Xian did not understand, she had just gone out for one afternoon, how did her little cub suddenly want to travel.
But thinking about it, he was only brought into this world by her yesterday. Although he had thoughts, he had never seen the magnificent and vast world outside. Wanting to go take a look was also human nature.
Wen Xian opened her phone and glanced at the balance in her card. She pursed her lips and lightly asked: “When do you want to go? Where do you want to go? Do you want to play around in Licheng for a few days first?”
Shen Lingge said without hesitation: “Tonight, go to Mingcheng.”
Wen Xian: “……”
Wen Xian was momentarily speechless after hearing it. Although Shen Lingge was someone she drew out when she was drunk, she could not make him live according to her will. He had the right to choose his own life.
She only felt regretful. She had originally thought he would accompany her.
Just when Shen Lingge thought Wen Xian was going to refuse him, she raised her eyes to look at him once: “Gege, can you have the surname Wen? Be my family.”
Shen Lingge: “……”
Shen Lingge was silent for a while, then responded: “Okay.”
Wen Xian suddenly stood up and walked towards the room, leaving behind one sentence: “Wait for me a moment.”
After Wen Xian entered the room, she called Yu out. She spoke in a low voice: “Yu, draw him an ID card, the name will be Wen Ge. As for the age, handle it as you see fit, I won’t draw it anymore, it’ll be crooked.”
This was something Wen Xian discovered two years ago. Even without her doing it herself, Yu could also draw. The origin was during a final exam two years ago, before the exam her admission ticket had somehow disappeared.
She had no choice but to go to the bathroom trying to secretly draw another one herself, but no matter how she drew it, it was crooked. Just when she was anxious, Yu could not bear to watch anymore. It simply drew one for her itself.
At that time, Wen Xian had stared dumbfounded at Yu, flying dragons and dancing phoenixes in the air. [飞龙凤舞, fei long feng wu: an idiom describing flamboyant calligraphy strokes or dynamic drawing.]
It was the same at this moment. Wen Xian drooped her eyes, watching Yu draw an ID card for Shen Lingge. In less than one minute, a brand new ID card appeared in front of Wen Xian.
This was Yu.
It could make everything it drew become rationalized, and soundlessly.
Wen Xian came out from the room door, handed the ID card and the prepared bank card to Shen Lingge, then stretched her hand towards him again: “Give me your phone, I’ll bind the bank card for you.”
“The password is 621621, remember to set your own payment password.”
“There is one hundred thousand yuan in the card, from now on I’ll transfer money to you every month.”
“I hope you can contact me once a week, WeChat, phone call both are fine.”
“If you encounter matters that you cannot handle, just give me a call.”
“If you have no money left, also tell me, I’ll think of a way.”
During the whole time, Shen Lingge silently listened to Wen Xian speaking, his hand unconsciously rubbing the surface of the ID card in his hand. On it was his photo, the clothes he was wearing were exactly the ones Wen Xian gave him last night.
And on the ID card, his name was Wen Ge.
If the secret on this girl’s body was made public, she probably would not be able to live long either.
Wen Xian had already bought Shen Lingge’s plane ticket to Mingcheng in advance, and also packed a suitcase for him, putting inside the things she bought for him today. She even put in a small medicine box.
After finishing organizing, Wen Xian drove Shen Lingge to Licheng Airport.
Wen Xian had never been very good at handling farewell scenes; she only sent Shen Lingge to the entrance.
At the crossroads where people came and went, Wen Xian suddenly smiled at Shen Lingge. She stood on tiptoe and lightly patted Shen Lingge’s soft hair. She said in a small voice: “Go play, make sure to have fun.”
“I… I’ll wait for you to come home.”
Deep inside Wen Xian’s heart, she actually hoped someone could say this sentence to her, but for her, this seemed to have become a luxury.
Shen Lingge fixedly looked at Wen Xian for a moment. He had never seen such a foolish girl. At this time, looking at him, her eyes were red again.
Shen Lingge felt helpless. From the first moment he saw her, she had been crying. Today, being summoned by her from home to here again, he hadn’t even gotten angry and she already had red eyes. Now she was about to cry again.
His heart, rare for him, felt soft like this. He learned from her and patted the top of her head, his pitch-black pupils looking at her small face. He said in a low voice: “Don’t cry, from now on as well.”
For some reason, Wen Xian wanted to cry even more after hearing Shen Lingge’s words. She sniffled once and mumbled: “You hurry up and go, remember to eat, I’m going back.”
She did not dare to look at Shen Lingge’s departing figure; she ran away.
The night stretched Shen Lingge’s shadow very long. He silently watched Wen Xian’s leaving figure. Her small and delicate body seemed as if it would be swallowed by the night.
He thought, she must be crying again.
Shen Lingge stood at the entrance holding the suitcase and his phone. After a while, he silently let out a breath.
Shen Lingge dialed the butler’s phone. The call was picked up after a few seconds: “Young Master?”
Shen Lingge spoke as he walked outward: “Come to Licheng to pick me up in three days, still the same address. In the meantime, have them send all the documents that need my signature to my email.”
Butler: “……”
If he remembered correctly, he had just brought their young master back from Licheng.
The butler seemed to hesitate for a moment. He asked: “Young Master, where are you now?”
Shen Lingge: “… On the way to Licheng.”
Butler: ?
Butler: “Alright, Young Master. I will come pick you up on time in three days.”
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Wen Xian also did not know why she felt so sad. Maybe it was because Shen Lingge was a person she drew, or maybe because she realized Xu Chuwei had been lying to her all along.
These things seemed to make her sad.
After Wen Tianlin and Chang Shuang passed away, she rarely cried. Before, she was someone who would act spoiled towards Wen Tianlin even if she suffered a little grievance. Over these years, she gradually became strong.
But recently, she always shed tears.
Wen Xian sat alone in the pitch-black car cabin, silently letting her tears fall with pattering sounds. But just as she was crying absentmindedly, her car window was suddenly knocked on.
Not light, not heavy—exactly three times.
Wen Xian casually wiped her tears and turned her head to look outside.
That glance immediately made her freeze. Shen Lingge was standing outside the car door, lowering his eyes, quietly looking at her through the car window.
Wen Xian blankly pressed down the car window: “You… you forgot to bring something?”
Shen Lingge looked at the glistening shimmer in her eyes, then suddenly lifted his head to glance at the star-filled night sky. He withdrew his gaze and reached out to lightly touch the corner of her eye.
He said in a low voice: “The stars fell into your eyes, don’t cry.”
Wen Xian could feel the slightly cool sensation at his fingertips. He wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes for her.
She stared blankly, meeting Shen Lingge’s pitch-black pupils.
Before she could speak, Shen Lingge outside the car window said: “Go sit in the front passenger seat, I’ll drive.”
Wen Xian subconsciously followed Shen Lingge’s words and climbed to the front passenger seat. During the process of him walking around to the trunk to put the suitcase and then coming back to the driver’s seat, her gaze stayed fixed on him the whole time.
Afraid he would disappear.
Shen Lingge had never driven this kind of car before. When he turned his head to look at Wen Xian, he saw that she had already obediently fastened her seatbelt. After familiarizing himself with the controls, he started the car.
He remembered the way they came. He drove, bringing Wen Xian home.
Wen Xian softly probed and asked: “Gege, you’re not leaving anymore?”
Shen Lingge looked at the red light in front of the road and stepped on the brake. He turned his head to glance at Wen Xian’s careful yet expectant expression on her face: “I’ll leave in three days. From now on, I’ll come back once a month to see you.”
Wen Xian blinked, suddenly feeling a little happier.
She pinched her seatbelt and looked out the window. The heavy night outside seemed to have become a little gentler because of the scattered stars in the sky. The faint starlight twinkled, carrying a bit of cold color, yet also a bit of warmth.
Wen Xian quietly thought in her heart, just like her Gege.
Shen Lingge did not drive the car directly back to Licheng Garden. Instead, he found a French restaurant near her home. When he parked the car at the entrance, he asked: “Are you used to eating French cuisine?”
Wen Xian hesitated and nodded once, then reached out and tugged at Shen Lingge’s clothing hem. She pursed her lips and said: “Gege, this place is very expensive. That money is for you, don’t waste it. We don’t have much money.”
Shen Lingge never would have dreamed that there would be a day someone would say to him: We don’t have much money.
From childhood until now, the thing Shen Lingge lacked the least was money.
But Shen Lingge could only stay silent now, because he could not reveal his identity in front of Wen Xian. He would scare her. Moreover, he still hadn’t figured out how she brought him over.
He needed to be responsible for his own safety.
Shen Lingge furrowed his brows and thought for a moment, then said: “Wait here.”
After speaking, Shen Lingge got out of the car.
By the time Shen Lingge came back again, it was already ten minutes later. He walked around to the other side and opened the car door for Wen Xian. At this moment, he even inappropriately thought: the last woman who could make him personally open a car door was his mother.
Of course, it was only his mother. But today there was one more.
Shen Lingge casually threw the car key to the waiter waiting at the restaurant entrance, then took Wen Xian inside.
Shen Lingge said in a low voice: “I played a piano piece for them, so as payment, the restaurant owner is willing to treat us to a meal. Don’t worry.”
Only then did Wen Xian feel at ease after hearing him say this. She was a little surprised that when she was drawing, she even thought of this kind of detail.
He really fit her ideal image of a boyfriend very well.
Of course, Shen Lingge could not possibly play the piano for the people in the restaurant. He didn’t even want to do these things at his own birthday party, let alone in a restaurant.
He had just gone ahead and swiped his own card in advance, and also instructed the service staff inside what to say.
As soon as they entered, a waiter led them inside. When they were seated, the waiter smiled at Shen Lingge and said: “Sir, your piano playing is very beautiful.”
Shen Lingge slightly nodded, without speaking.
Wen Xian had not been to this restaurant for a long time already. It seemed that even the decor had been changed. Her gaze swept around the surroundings of the restaurant, storing past memories in her heart.
After the two finished ordering, Wen Xian propped her chin and softly spoke to Shen Lingge about things to pay attention to after going to Mingcheng. He listened quietly the entire time, never interrupting her.
Until a hesitant male voice suddenly sounded behind them.
“Xian Xian, why are you here?”
Wen Xian and Shen Lingge both turned toward the direction the voice came from. Qin Song was standing behind Wen Xian, wearing a black suit. The look in his eyes falling on them was filled with shock and uncertainty.