Chapter 179: Act Spoiled

It was precisely because she liked her too much that she couldn’t stand it…

Song Wenwei swallowed the rest of the words she couldn’t say.

Lu Nan liked sticking to her, and she liked being stuck to—no one in a relationship disliked that kind of closeness.

But she felt uneasy. Outside, she always felt like someone was watching them.

It wasn’t the voyeuristic kind from Xia Yubing; it was…

Shame and embarrassment. She had never been this clingy in public before. At home, anything went, but outside, she always felt awkward and self-conscious.

It was as if everyone else had stopped what they were doing to watch their every move. The thought alone made her extremely shy.

Lu Nan gave an embarrassed hehe smile.

She felt none of that awkwardness at all. Instead, she was perfectly cheerful.

For Lu Nan, as long as they weren’t crossing any moral lines, it was fine. Besides, the person by her side was Song Wenwei now, so her feelings came first. As long as Song Wenwei liked it, that was enough.

“You like it, and that’s what matters.” Lu Nan leaned in slightly, slowly bending down to rest her chin on Song Wenwei’s shoulder.

Her faint, barely noticeable breaths brushed against her ear from behind, clashing with the damp, chilly air. It felt like that patch of skin on her neck no longer belonged to her.

A strange sensation ignited there.

Song Wenwei coughed lightly. “Watch the influence.”

Her implication was clear.

But Lu Nan didn’t respond, nor did she make any move, as if she hadn’t heard a thing.

Lu Nan pouted to herself—

What influence? What was there to influence? She hadn’t done anything, so what influence could there be…

With that thought, she took a step forward, pressing even closer.

Song Wenwei, dissatisfied, poked her shoulder. This wouldn’t do.

She wanted to shift the person off her shoulder, reduce the contact, and ease the feeling.

But the person behind her, who hadn’t heard before, now seemed utterly oblivious. Not only that, her weight increased even more than before.

“Lu Nan, you heard that, didn’t you?” Song Wenwei was certain. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

Lu Nan was confident she absolutely couldn’t be moved.

“I heard you.”

Just as Song Wenwei was about to say something, she suddenly added, “Act spoiled for me, and I’ll move.”

“???”

What!

Song Wenwei turned back incredulously to look at her, her eyes full of shock. “What are you saying? Cough cough… We’re outside…”

Her gaze shifted to the people not far away, who weren’t glancing their way.

“Then where can you act spo—” Lu Nan paused, her mind turning a corner as she said with feigned understanding, “Oh~ So you can only do that at home. Then let’s hurry home, home!”

“…”

Lu Nan saw the person in her arms frozen motionless, like a statue turned to stone, standing in place.

She urged her anxiously, “Come on, let’s go home.”

Lu Nan lifted her coat, even moving her head from Song Wenwei’s shoulder.

The person beside her took Song Wenwei’s hand and led her forward. The entrance was just ahead, and beyond that, the parking lot.

She could still hear the conversations of people nearby.

Song Wenwei slowly closed her eyes, letting herself be pulled toward the parking lot.

She shouldn’t have been so awkward about it.

What was wrong with acting spoiled?!

Who was she? Her own wife—acting spoiled outside, what was there to be shy about…

Now it was too late. Who knew what Lu Nan was thinking; there would be hell to pay when they got home.

In her mind, a little figure sat cross-legged on a lotus pedestal, hands clasped together, silently mourning for her evening self for one second.

—

Lu Nan headed straight for the sports car in the corner of the parking lot once they left the hall. The car was entirely silver-white.

She looked left and right to confirm it was the one from Li Erning’s garage before pulling the keys from the bag.

She pressed the key fob and said to Song Wenwei, who looked like she was about to ascend to immortality, “Wenwei, are you sleepy? Why have you been closing your eyes…”

“Yeah, I’m a bit sleepy.” Song Wenwei gritted her teeth in response.

She couldn’t exactly say she was tightly shutting her eyes in self-pity…

The driver poked her head out from the car. “Bosses, if you’re tired, please get in. Second Sis arranged for me to drive you back.”

As if worried they might be too exhausted, Li Erning had specially sent a driver.

Perfect—now Lu Nan had no worries. She could nap in the back.

Lu Nan nodded. “Thanks for the trouble.”

“No trouble. Are we heading to Sis Wenwei’s place or your family home?” The driver asked, referring to Lu Nan’s house as the family home.

Caught off guard by the question, Lu Nan didn’t know where to go. She turned to ask the person beside her.

Song Wenwei looked at her. She had originally wanted to stay at her place, but suddenly remembered something left at home. She said wistfully, “Lu Nan, the stuff at home is still in the underground garage…”

Lu Nan slapped her thigh. She had forgotten all about it if Song Wenwei hadn’t mentioned it.

They had been happily preparing for their two-person world before coming here, stocking up at the supermarket when this mess happened.

“The groceries probably spoiled…” Lu Nan glanced back, and the person beside her nodded.

Song Wenwei affirmed, “There are rats, cockroaches, and little critters in the garage. It’s not ‘probably’—it’s definitely spoiled.”

Lu Nan inwardly cursed. She quickly yanked open the car door, shoved the person inside, buckled her seatbelt, then leaned over to deftly fasten Song Wenwei’s.

“Driver, hurry hurry hurry—the stuff at home is done for.”

“Got it.”

The car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Food and blankets were laid out on the back seat—everything prepared.

Lu Nan picked up the large blanket. With the windows sealed tight against the cold wind outside, she thought for a moment before draping it over both of them.

It wouldn’t get too hot; better not freeze.

Song Wenwei tugged at the blanket, leaning toward her and piling the excess onto Lu Nan.

The blanket was huge—big enough for three people side by side. Lu Nan didn’t know what had gotten into her, covering half of it over Song Wenwei while leaving herself just a corner.

“Cover yourself too. I’m not that cold now.” As Song Wenwei spoke, she scooted closer under the blanket.

Lu Nan tilted her head against the soft pillow, pinching the blanket handed back to her.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” Under the blanket, one hand moved to her body, fingers lightly tapping her shoulder.

“Sleep, go on.”

“Okay.”

Their hair tangled together from being so close. Song Wenwei hadn’t actually been sleepy—her “tiredness” was just an excuse.

But Lu Nan was genuinely a bit tired. After saying that, she leaned against the seat’s soft pillow and fell asleep.

Song Wenwei closed her eyes too.

Unexpectedly, with her eyes shut, listening to the whoosh of wind past her ears and the even breathing beside her, her consciousness blurred, and she gradually drifted off to sleep.