Chapter 2
Lin Lu’s family did not purchase a wedding house for him. They had previously discussed with Xue Wensong, so Lin Lu, who had nowhere to go, moved directly into Xue Wensong’s apartment.
Originally, he didn’t think much of it, as Xue Wensong’s apartment was very close to P University, making it convenient for him to go to school. But when he thought of what Xue Wensong had said on the balcony earlier, although he knew it was directed at Ji Xingye, it still made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Xue Wensong’s apartment was on the 18th floor and had a simple industrial style decoration, predominantly in shades of gray.
Upon entering was an open kitchen, followed by a square living room. The sofa in the living room faced a large floor-to-ceiling window, from which one could overlook the night view of P University, and even see the dormitory building Lin Lu had previously lived in. Behind the sofa were rows of bookshelves, mostly filled with books related to computer science.
Further ahead was a loft. Carrying a small suitcase, Lin Lu climbed three steps onto the loft, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the desk on the left, which had six displays.
Truly worthy of being a great figure!
Lin Lu exclaimed softly, then dropped his suitcase and jogged to the desk, greedily staring at the expensive mechanical keyboard on the surface.
Xue Wensong followed behind Lin Lu, tilting his head to watch the excited figure of the young man. “If you need a coding desk too, I’ll set up another one for you.”
“No, no,” Lin Lu hastily waved his hand, feeling ashamed as he said, “I’m always at the bottom in class. Besides group assignments, I never get to do anything else.”
Upon hearing this, Xue Wensong couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
He didn’t expect to have married a poor student.
“Oh, by the way…” Lin Lu walked back to his suitcase, “Which room am I sleeping in?”
Glancing around, besides the desk on the loft, there was only a wardrobe and a bed. Lin Lu pulled his suitcase towards a door, asking as he walked, “Is there another bedroom over there?”
Xue Wensong didn’t stop him but casually reminded, “That’s the bathroom.”
Lin Lu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his bewildered gaze turning back to Xue Wensong. “Then…?”
Xue Wensong loosened his tie, then took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the navy blue bed, raising his chin. “You’ll sleep here with me.”
“What?” Lin Lu immediately tensed up, his entire body stiffening. He stuttered, “S-sleep together?”
Seeing Lin Lu’s shocked expression, Xue Wensong found it amusing. “Should I remind you that we’re married?”
“But… but…”
Xue Wensong didn’t bother with Lin Lu anymore. Instead, he unbuttoned his shirt and headed towards the bathroom.
It wasn’t until the sound of water came from the bathroom that Lin Lu reluctantly accepted the fact that he had to share a bed with Xue Wensong.
If he were to go back to the dormitory, the unapproachable secretary had already arranged for him to move out, and tomorrow was the first day of school.
If he were to rent another place, he simply didn’t have the money for it. He had been at the Qin family’s villa for a month, and his family had never given him any spending money. Besides, he wasn’t close with the people in that household, so he naturally felt embarrassed to ask.
Lin Lu absentmindedly rummaged through his suitcase, his mind wandering. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the bathroom. He instinctively looked up and saw Xue Wensong emerging from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, with droplets of water glistening on his eight-pack abs.
Once again startled, Lin Lu plopped down on the floor, staring at Xue Wensong in disbelief.
A low chuckle emanated from Xue Wensong’s throat as he smirked, “Don’t be afraid, I’m not a man-eater.”
“Y-you should put on clothes!” Lin Lu hastily grabbed clean clothes from his suitcase, then rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a bang. Leaning against the sink, he tried to calm his erratic heartbeat.
He realized once again that compared to Xue Wensong, he was still too inexperienced in many aspects.
At that moment, Lin Lu’s gaze fell on the two electric toothbrushes of the same brand but different colors on the sink. One showed signs of use, while the other was clearly new. He glanced around the bathroom and quickly noticed that everything here came in pairs.
A strange feeling arose in Lin Lu’s heart. He remembered that on the day he moved into the Qin family’s villa, the maid had bought toiletries for him that same night.
But now, Xue Wensong had already prepared everything for him in advance.
Unexpectedly, even a terrifying tiger had a caring side.
After showering, Lin Lu slowly returned to the bedroom. He noticed that his suitcase was gone and asked in surprise, “Where’s my suitcase?”
“It’s in the wardrobe,” Xue Wensong replied, lying halfway on the bed, not bothering to lift his head from his tablet. “I’ve put your clothes in there too.”
“Oh, thank you…” Lin Lu sneakily glanced at Xue Wensong. This was the first time he had seen Xue Wensong wearing glasses.
Xue Wensong was wearing a cotton home outfit, with his slightly damp hair scattered messily over his forehead. A pair of silver-framed glasses rested on his high nose bridge. This appearance added a scholarly aura to him, which was quite different from the shrewd businessman he had seen at the banquet.
“However, your underwear…” Xue Wensong slowly spoke up. “Is it for children?”
“Y-you’re talking nonsense!”
What kind of scholar? Clearly, he’s just an old pervert!
Xue Wensong chuckled, then glanced at the empty spot beside him. “Aren’t you coming up?”
Taking a few deep breaths, Lin Lu reluctantly climbed onto the bed. He nervously glanced at the man exuding hormones beside him and remembered that one sentence about waiting to be…
Seeing Lin Lu’s strange expression, Xue Wensong put down his tablet and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing…” Although Lin Lu said so, he clearly seemed hesitant to speak.
“Is the bed uncomfortable?” Xue Wensong asked.
“No…”
“Then, just say whatever you want to.” Xue Wensong paused before saying, “I don’t like guessing children’s thoughts.”
Lin Lu felt embarrassed, as if an adult had seen through him. He dryly said, “Um… I just wanted to ask… did Ji… Ji Xingye ever sleeps on this bed?”
Xue Wensong stared at Lin Lu for a second before bursting into laughter.
Lin Lu, feeling bewildered, awkwardly asked, “What’s so funny?”
“I haven’t brought anyone back,” Xue Wensong said, suppressing his laughter. “Ji Xingye is no exception.”
“Oh…” Lin Lu, being overly curious, asked again, “What’s your relationship with him?”
Xue Wensong subtly smirked. “Are you jealous?”
“What? No way!” Lin Lu widened his eyes, “I’m just… curious.”
Xue Wensong always found Lin Lu’s eyes particularly attractive, especially when they widened like an innocent deer, making people… want to tease him.
“What do you think my relationship with him is?” Xue Wensong asked.
“…Is he your ex-boyfriend?” Lin Lu tentatively said.
“No,” Xue Wensong shook his head slightly, “We’re just colleagues and bed partners.”
The topic suddenly escalated, and the innocent Lin Lu blushed. “And do you still…?”
“It’s long gone,” Xue Wensong chuckled self-deprecatingly. “I’ve even lost at the company, I can’t afford it anymore.”
Although this sounded like he was joking about himself, Lin Lu could hear a hint of bitterness. He probably knew that Xue Wensong had been deceived by Ji Xingye, but it wasn’t the right time to ask about it.
“You’ll definitely bounce back,” Lin Lu raised his hand halfway, hesitated for a moment, then patted Xue Wensong’s shoulder in a comforting manner. “You’ve always been outstanding. Without your wisdom in the future, it’s their loss.”
Xue Wensong didn’t expect to be comforted by a child like this. He asked with a smile, “Do you know why your family agreed to let you marry me?”
Lin Lu was taken aback, then shook his head honestly.
Xue Wensong explained, “The Qin family promised to help me, but they were afraid I couldn’t be controlled, so they forced me to become your son-in-law.”
Hearing this, Lin Lu suddenly felt enlightened. He had always felt that his family treated him coldly, and the inexplicable arrangement for him to marry Xue Wensong was strange. After all, he was just a pawn in their transaction?
Lin Lu’s face turned pale, and Xue Wensong suddenly felt a bit sorry. He rubbed Lin Lu’s head and comforted him, “Fortunately, it’s me.”
“Why?” Lin Lu asked puzzledly.
Xue Wensong smirked, “Because you’ve gained.”
For a moment, Lin Lu actually felt that Xue Wensong made sense. But he immediately despised his spineless self and furrowed his brows as he retorted, “I haven’t even been in a relationship yet. Clearly, you’re the one who’s gained!”
“Hmm.” Xue Wensong’s lips curled slightly, neither confirming nor denying it.
Seeing Xue Wensong’s smile, Lin Lu was momentarily stunned, then felt his cheeks warming up.
“Oh, by the way,” Xue Wensong suddenly changed the subject, “I’ve prepared a wedding gift for you.”
“Huh?” Lin Lu was dumbfounded. He suddenly felt that he was too immature. Although their marriage was forced, it was still a major event in life. Xue Wensong even knew to prepare a gift for him. It seemed that he also had to think about returning the favor.
Xue Wensong reached into the bedside cabinet and took out a small bottle, tossing it into Lin Lu’s arms. “Open it and smell it. Do you like it?”
Lin Lu originally wanted to see what it was, but when he heard Xue Wensong’s words, he didn’t hesitate. He directly opened the bottle and sniffed it under his nose.
“Strawberry scent… It smells pretty good.”
A hint of cunning flashed in Xue Wensong’s eyes. “As long as you like it.”
“What is it…” Lin Lu screwed the cap back on, curious. But as soon as he picked up the bottle to look at it, his face immediately turned red. “L-lubricant?!”
Xue Wensong stifled a laugh. “Yes, it’s a necessity.”
“You, you old pervert!” Lin Lu threw the bottle back at Xue Wensong, then tried to get off the bed. However, Xue Wensong reached out with his long arm and pulled Lin Lu back into his embrace.
Lin Lu was held firmly by a strong arm and couldn’t move. He looked up at Xue Wensong with wide eyes, only to see Xue Wensong slowly taking off his glasses with his other hand, his thin lips parting slightly. “Do you want to…?”
