When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 47

Volume Two: Those Years When I Was the School Bully

I’ve Come to Find You

After two days of wild fun, the four of them returned to Ningjiang City, exhausted. As soon as they got out of the car, they each went their separate ways, back to their own homes and their own mothers.

During this period, Wen Nuan and Song Ci had either been living together in Taizhou Fu or at Wutong Yayuan.

Basically, they hadn’t been apart much for twenty-four hours a day.

But this time, returning from Jingyang City, both received news that their respective fathers were preparing to come home.

Song Minshu surprisingly asked a few questions about what Song Ci had been doing at home recently.

For the first time ever¹, he even asked about her studies and other such homely things, making Song Ci wonder if Song Minshu’s phone had been picked up by someone else.

Such words didn’t sound like something Song Minshu would say at all.

As for Zhao Zhenhai, he had already returned from M Country and was now waiting at Wutong Yayuan for Wen Nuan to come home for dinner.

His discussion with SJ Company had gone quite well. He had returned this time to wait for Zhao Wen Nuan to finish her college entrance exams before moving the whole family to M Country.

Yan Ni and Zhang Wei had already left. Song Ci and Wen Nuan couldn’t bear to part with each other, dilly-dallying and reluctant to go to their respective homes.

Having been stuck together all this time, they were both unaccustomed to the sudden separation.

Wen Nuan exhaled a puff of smoke. “Let’s go. I’ll send you back first, then I’ll go home.”

Song Ci shook her head. “Let me send you. Otherwise, I won’t be able to bear you leaving.”

“If you send me, do you think I could bear to let you go?” Wen Nuan sighed, pulling Song Ci into a hidden alley.

She stubbed out the cigarette and kissed Song Ci fiercely. Though they hadn’t parted yet, reluctance already surged in her heart.

Song Ci cooperated fully with Wen Nuan’s kiss, pressing herself into Wen Nuan’s embrace, leaving no gap between them.

Wen Nuan kissed her lips again and again, her fingertips kn*aded a s*nsitive spot. “Why don’t we just part ways here? If we keep dawdling, I really f*cking won’t be able to bear leaving you.”

It was just for a day that they wouldn’t see each other; why act like it was a life-and-death parting?

Too melodramatic.

The System agreed: 【It is a bit melodramatic.】

Wen Nuan: “….”

Song Ci nodded, panting lightly, “…Okay.”

Wen Nuan was made uncomfortable by Song Ci’s panting. She gripped the back of Song Ci’s head and sucked fiercely again, saying with some agitation, “Stop f*cking panting. I don’t want to have s*x outdoors with you in a place like this.”

Song Ci’s eyes narrowed slightly, alluring and passionate.

She bit Wen Nuan’s lower jaw, deliberately intensifying her panting, “Ha… Ha… Wen Nuan, I want you…”

“….”

The female lead was too damn rebellious.

Perhaps it was because she had done her too intensely these past two days, to the point of flipping some strange switches in the female lead.

On the bed and off, she was like two different people. Clearly on the verge of collapse, yet still desperately entwined.

Wen Nuan suppressed the restlessness in her body, hugged the female lead, and patted her butt once. “Don’t mess around. Let’s just hug properly for a bit.”

Song Ci hugged Wen Nuan tightly, swaying her body and smiling happily. “Wen Nuan…”

“I’m here.” Wen Nuan, swayed by her, had a smile emerge in her eyes.

She really liked it when people swayed back and forth to express happiness and bliss while hugging.

“Wen Nuan…” She couldn’t bear to leave her.

“I’m here.” Her too.

“Wen Nuan….”

“Mm, I’m here.”

The two of them called out tirelessly, ensuring every call received a response.

When Wen Nuan got home, she saw that her dad had already cooked many dishes, and there were still sounds of stir-frying from the kitchen.

She walked over and leaned against the doorway. “What are you making?”

Zhao Zhenhai didn’t even turn his head. “One more braised prawns in oil, and then we can eat.”

“Alrighty, I’ll go wash my hands.”

Wen Nuan was happy whenever there was good food to eat.

Wen Nuan quickly washed up and looked at the pork rib and corn soup Zhao Zhenhai brought out. The rich aroma assailed her nostrils, and her mouth instantly filled with saliva. “Dad, your cooking skills are getting better and better!”

In this world previously, Wen Nuan had lived quite well. There were only a couple of things she liked: fine food and cigarettes.

And the original host’s father, in order to take care of his young child, had diligently learned to cook, developing excellent culinary skills that could rival a Michelin chef’s.

Zhao Zhenhai ladled a bowl of soup for Wen Nuan. Seeing that Wen Nuan’s lip was cut, he asked with concern, “What happened to your mouth? Is it… from too much internal heat²?”

Actually, he wanted to ask more if it had been bitten by something.

After all, this wound didn’t quite look like a blister from internal heat, but more like it had been bitten by teeth.

Wen Nuan took a sip of soup. “My girlfriend bit me.”

“….” Zhao Zhenhai was so shocked his chopsticks fell to the floor. He looked at Wen Nuan in disbelief, his voice rising. “What? Your girlfriend bit you?!”

One shock was that Wen Nuan had been bitten!

The second shock was that Wen Nuan had a girlfriend!

Wen Nuan was too lazy to peel the shrimp and was about to pop it directly into her mouth when Zhao Zhenhai knocked it away with his chopsticks.

He picked up a large shrimp for Wen Nuan, slowly peeled it in his hand, and placed the shrimp meat in Wen Nuan’s bowl. “Look how lazy you are, you don’t even want to peel a shrimp shell?”

Wen Nuan grinned. “Shrimp shells supplement calcium. It doesn’t matter if you peel them or not.”

“For calcium, take calcium tablets. Why eat shrimp shells? Your oral mucosa is too thin. Several times it got scratched by shrimp shells, your mouth full of blood. You scared Dad to death.”

It wasn’t easy for Zhao Zhenhai to raise a child. There were many things he hadn’t noticed. Children are greedy for tasty food, and if they like something, he would put all the delicious things in front of the original host.

When the original host ate shrimp, her mouth was scratched by the shells a few times, filling it with blood. Zhao Zhenhai was so scared he directly called 119³. Later, whenever he made dishes with hard shells like this, Zhao Zhenhai would peel them for her before giving them to her to eat.

He meticulously cared for his treasure.

Zhao Zhenhai peeled several more shrimp for Wen Nuan and placed them in an empty bowl for her convenience.

“What you just said… what did you mean?” Zhao Zhenhai suspected his child might have used the wrong term, perhaps calling a female friend a girlfriend.

“Exactly what it means,” Wen Nuan gnawed on a sweet and sour pork rib, spitting out the bone. “I have a girlfriend. Girl-friend.”

She watched Zhao Zhenhai’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Yes, it’s exactly the kind of girlfriend you’re thinking of right now.”

Zhao Zhenhai abruptly stood up and paced back and forth in front of the dining table, muttering something incessantly.

The richest man in Ningjiang City, who could remain calm and composed while directing affairs when facing the treacherous crises of the business world, was now at a loss and didn’t know what to do when faced with his own daughter’s relationship problems.

“You’re dating?!” After his tenth lap, Zhao Zhenhai finally confirmed the meaning of Wen Nuan’s words.

Wen Nuan let out a burp. “Mm-hmm, I’m dating.”

“And it’s a… girlfriend?” When did his daughter become bent?

Could it be from her time in M Country, influenced by the culture there?

Zhao Zhenhai suddenly decided to reconsider his intention to cooperate with SJ.

Wen Nuan was still drinking another bowl of pork rib soup. She pushed her bowl forward, and Zhao Zhenhai immediately ladled another bowl for her.

“Thanks, Dad.” Wen Nuan said with a smile. “Mm-hmm, a girlfriend. She’s good-looking, has a great figure, and does well in school. I’ll bring her over for you to meet someday. After all, even ugly daughters-in-law still have to meet their in-laws⁴.”

Zhao Zhenhai took a deep breath: “When did you become bent?”

No, wait, his daughter seemed to have never dated before. Could it be that she was bent from the start?

Wen Nuan wiped the soup stains from the corner of her mouth. “I’m not bent. It’s just that the person I like happens to be a girl, that’s all.”

This was also why the System always said she was bent, and she wouldn’t admit it.

Because she found that she only liked “her,” not any girl or any boy.

The System said thoughtfully: 【So… are you bent or not?】

Wen Nuan was tired: “…Whatever you say, okay?”

The System nodded: 【Okay, you’re bent.】

Wen Nuan: “…..”

Such a persistent System was rare.

Zhao Zhenhai sat on the sofa, crestfallen, carefully summarizing Wen Nuan’s account of her relationship and came to a conclusion.

Wen Nuan planned to marry this child named Song Ci.

Wen Nuan washed the bowls and chopsticks and put them in the disinfection cabinet. When she turned around, she saw Zhao Zhenhai leaning against the door, looking aggrieved.

“What’s wrong?”

Zhao Zhenhai frowned slightly: “Dad doesn’t oppose you being with that Song Ci, but… but can you promise that you’ll still want Dad even after you have a wife?”

He often heard others say that once their children found someone they liked, they no longer wanted their parents’ company. Weren’t those elderly people living alone, those solitary old folks, all like that?

Zhao Zhenhai was worried that once Wen Nuan had someone she liked, she wouldn’t want him, her father, anymore.

He could give Wen Nuan the freedom she wanted, but could she please not abandon her dad?

Wen Nuan’s eyes flickered, moved. “Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re my dad, hey.”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenhai’s expression immediately changed from cloudy to clear. “My baby is still the best. Many of my business partners say that after their children find someone they like, they stop getting along with their parents. Dad was also worried that baby wouldn’t want Dad anymore.”

Wen Nuan sighed, walked over, and hugged Zhao Zhenhai. “You’re my dad, she’s the person I love. You two were never a matter of choosing one over the other, you know?”

One, closest family; the other, truest love. They were inherently harmonious, mutually compatible relationships.

Zhao Zhenhai noticed Wen Nuan had grown much taller; her head already reached his chin. She was no longer the porcelain doll in his arms that he feared would break if he used too much strength.

He sighed, “Baby, you’ve grown up.”

Wen Nuan patted Zhao Zhenhai’s still sturdy back muscles. “Dad, while you’re still fit, why don’t you find a woman? I think that Secretary Lin, Auntie Lin, looks pretty good, huh?”

Secretary Lin was Zhao Zhenhai’s administrative secretary—smart, capable, with high EQ and IQ, and a good figure. Most importantly, she had always secretly loved Zhao Zhenhai.

Zhao Zhenhai was also aware of Secretary Lin’s feelings for him, but his heart and eyes were full of his daughter. He was afraid that having a woman would cause his daughter to suffer grievances, so he had remained single.

Zhao Zhenhai’s body stiffened, his expression a little unnatural. “You’re just a child, don’t always be thinking about adult matters. Stop meddling.”

Wen Nuan shrugged. “I’m just telling you, I think Auntie Lin is very nice. If you marry her, I have no objections. It’s good to have someone to accompany you.”

She winked at Zhao Zhenhai and raised an eyebrow. “I mean every word of this, Dad. Don’t miss out on someone who loves you. There’s no medicine for regret in this world.”

Zhao Zhenhai’s pupils trembled, his expression somewhat conflicted.

The rest was for Zhao Zhenhai to consider himself; no matter how much more she said, it would be useless. She glanced at the time; it was already past eight in the evening.

“Dad, I’m going out for a bit.”

Zhao Zhenhai: “Where are you going?”

“I ate too much, going to get some exercise, aid digestion.” Wen Nuan’s lips curved. “Gone.”

Zhao Zhenhai shouted from behind, “Come back early.”

“Got it.”

As soon as Song Ci got home, she saw the man smoking in the living room. She frowned slightly but said nothing, heading straight for her bedroom.

“Song Ci?” Song Minshu exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Song Ci. “Come here.”

Song Ci walked over and stood by the sofa. The pungent smell of smoke made her very uncomfortable.

Song Minshu was used to his daughter’s cold nature and casually asked, “I heard from your teacher that you got a recommended admission qualification for Ningjiang University?”

“Mm.”

“Then are you still taking the Gaokao?” Song Minshu asked.

“Mm.”

“The Gaokao is in a month. How’s your review going?”

“Fine.” Song Ci looked at Song Minshu coldly, showing no interest in answering his questions, merely giving perfunctory replies.

Song Minshu looked at her and smiled. “A friend of mine has a child also studying at Third High. I heard he’s good at studying and also wants to get into Ningjiang University. That kid is called Lu Yi. Do you know him?”

Song Ci looked up: “I know him.”

Song Minshu said in surprise: “You know him? How is that kid?”

“He’s alright.”

Although Lu Yi was meddlesome, he had also helped her quite a bit. Song Ci had a somewhat good impression of him.

“Judging by your evaluation, you seem quite satisfied with him.” It was also the first time Song Minshu had heard Song Ci evaluate someone like this. It seemed this Lu Yi held a good position in Song Ci’s heart.

Song Ci said indifferently: “Is there something you need?”

“Nothing much. We can talk after your Gaokao.” Song Minshu stood up, took off his jacket, and as he passed Song Ci, he wanted to pat her head.

Song Ci tilted her head away, her rejection very clear.

Song Minshu’s hand missed, and he was lost in thought for a few seconds. He tugged at his tie and threw his jacket on the sofa. “There’s sour soup beef noodles I bought for you on the table. Eat some.” After saying that, he turned and went into the bathroom to shower.

Song Ci looked at the still steaming beef noodles on the table, then took a piece of toast and a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and returned to her bedroom.

The toast she usually ate had now become hard to swallow.

During this time, she had been with Wen Nuan constantly; they ate, dressed, lived, and traveled together.

Song Ci took a few bites and threw it into the trash can. Lying on the bed, she took Wen Nuan’s old clothes, hugged them to her chest, and deeply inhaled the lingering scent of Wen Nuan on them.

The bone-deep longing was like the night, irresistible, unyielding.

She missed her so much.

The phone by her pillow rang. Song Ci was dazed for a moment; this sound was inexplicably familiar.

It seemed to be the special reminder ringtone from QQ.

Song Ci only had one friend on her QQ: Wen Nuan.

She abruptly sat up, grabbed her phone, and opened it. Her pupils trembled.

-Wen Nuan: Okay.

Her fingertips trembled on the phone screen as she painstakingly typed out a single word.

-Ah Ci: Hmm?

Wen Nuan had found her QQ account back, just like she had found Wen Nuan back.

The message came quickly. Song Ci looked at Wen Nuan’s latest message, immediately got out of bed, and ran downstairs without even changing her shoes.

-Wen Nuan: I’m waiting for you at the pavilion downstairs.

Wen Nuan stood at the door, listening to the pitter-patter of running steps. She opened her arms and swept Song Ci up into a hug.

She saw Song Ci had come down wearing only slippers. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

Song Ci hugged Wen Nuan tightly, smelling the familiar scent of smoke on her, fresh and natural, utterly captivating.

“Waste of time.”

Because I wanted to see you so badly, even putting on shoes was a waste of time.

Wen Nuan smiled, carried Song Ci to the pavilion, and opened the golden broth fatty beef noodles she had bought. “Did you only eat toast and milk when you got home?”

Song Ci shook her head: “I don’t drink milk anymore.”

“Why don’t you drink milk anymore?” Wen Nuan remembered Song Ci often ate toast with milk.

Song Ci took a bite of noodles, blinked her eyes, and smiled: “Because I want to kiss you all the time, so I don’t drink milk anymore.”

Wen Nuan was allergic to milk. She hadn’t told You Jiayi, nor had she told Song Ci, but they just knew she was allergic to milk.

“So good.” Wen Nuan lowered her head and kissed her between the eyebrows.

Song Ci looked at her, breathing slowly. “That… you found your QQ account back?”

“Mm, found it back.”

“Then, your reply ‘Okay’… what did it mean?” Song Ci asked nervously.

The corners of Wen Nuan’s lips curled up slightly. “Ah Ci, from now on, you don’t have to specially come find me. In the future, let me come find you, okay?”

Song Ci sat in Wen Nuan’s lap, her eyes sparkling with light.

She kissed her lips devoutly and said in a trembling voice, “Okay.”

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The author has something to say:

Exercise to aid digestion = Have a kiss.

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