Chapter 39: My Girlfriend Is Super Amazing
After receiving his praise, Wen Xia smiled so brightly that her eyes curved into crescents. She tilted her small face upward and asked expectantly, “Dad, the teacher praised me. Is there any reward?”
Wen De glanced at her, then looked back ahead. Without asking her what she wanted, he simply said, “Yes.”
Wen Xia kept staring at him and noticed the corner of his lips lift slightly. She giggled and said, “I don’t want a reward; I just want Dad.”
The car swerved slightly at her words, and Wen De quickly steadied the steering wheel. Due to the momentum, Wen Xia’s body swayed to the side.
Wen De reached out a hand to steady her. “Fasten your seatbelt.”
After that, Wen Xia obediently refastened her seatbelt and stopped speaking to avoid distracting him further.
As the car passed the De’an Community, it headed toward the county center and parked in the mall’s garage.
Wen Xia asked curiously, “Dad, where are we going?”
“To buy something,” Wen De replied without elaborating.
The two of them took the elevator to the first floor, arriving at an electronics store. Wen De led her to the computer counter.
“This brand’s computers are pretty good. Pick a color you like.”
Wen Xia had mentioned wanting a computer back in her first year of high school, but at the time, Wen De had been worried it would distract her from her studies and didn’t agree.
Now, Wen Xia glanced at the expensive price tags and shook her head. “Dad, I don’t want a computer.”
She had wanted one back then to video chat with Liu Yan, who was far away overseas. But now that desire was gone, and she no longer needed one.
Wen De thought she was hesitating because of the price and pressed his lips together. “I can afford it.”
Wen Xia couldn’t help but laugh and affectionately hooked her arm through his. “I know you can afford it, Dad, but I won’t have much use for it right now. From Monday to Friday, I’m at school, and on weekends, I’m at cram classes. I hardly have any time to touch a computer.”
“Dad, how about this? When I get into a good university, you can buy it for me then. Oh, wow, that smell is amazing. Dad, let’s go have hotpot!” She tugged Wen De up to the mall’s third floor to enjoy hotpot together.
It was 2:48 in the afternoon, and the hotpot restaurant only had two occupied tables. Wen Xia and Wen De chose a seat by the window.
Wen Xia unabashedly ordered several of her favorite dishes and made sure to include some of Wen De’s preferred ones as well. “Brother, we’ll get a Yuan Yang pot. Do you have any warm soups? My dad has a sensitive stomach and needs something to warm it up,” she asked the waiter.
The waiter, slightly shy under her gaze, replied, “Yes, I’ll bring it right away.”
Shortly after, he brought over a bowl of tofu soup. Wen Xia accepted it and pushed it toward Wen De. “Dad, drink this first.”
“Mm.” Wen De picked it up and took a big sip. The soup had a light flavor, but it warmed his heart with its sweetness.
When they got home, it was already six o’clock. Wen Xia sprawled on the couch for a few minutes before heading to her room to work on her homework.
Wen De stood outside her door for a moment, watching silently, before turning to his own room. He opened his computer to work, but after a click of the mouse, he paused. Reaching into a drawer, he took out a leather notebook.
November 18th
Xia Xia ordered my favorite dishes.
So, Xia Xia remembers what I like to eat.
*
The next morning, at 8:30, Qin Mo stood outside the residential complex holding soy milk and buns.
Coincidentally, he ran into Wen De, who was heading to the factory. Their eyes met for a moment.
Qin Mo, who had been leaning slightly, straightened his posture. Originally planning to call him “Uncle Wen,” he instead blurted out, “Dad,” upon meeting Wen De’s serious expression.
Wen De looked at him impassively and switched his briefcase to his other hand. “It’s too early to call me Dad.”
Qin Mo: “…”
Reluctantly, he corrected himself, “Uncle Wen.”
When Wen Xia arrived, she caught the tail end of the exchange and heard Wen De’s comment about it being too early to call him Dad.
“…”
She shot a glance at Qin Mo. This guy definitely did it on purpose.
Qin Mo, looking utterly innocent, silently protested. He hadn’t done it on purpose.
The two exchanged subtle looks, which Wen De found intolerable. With a low voice, he said, “Shouldn’t you both be heading to your lesson? It’s almost nine.”
As soon as Qin Mo and Wen Xia left Wen De’s sight, Wen Xia gave Qin Mo a light slap. “Husband, you’re really bold, huh? You even dare to provoke my dad.”
Qin Mo: “…”
He didn’t dare to provoke Wen De.
When he had dragged Wen Xia to register their marriage without informing anyone, and later informed Wen De about it, the man hadn’t given him a single kind look for over half a year.
Qin Mo gave a helpless smile. “Wife, help me out here.” He handed her the soy milk and buns as he spoke.
Wen Xia took a sip of soy milk and squinted at him. “What’s in it for me?”
“There is a reward.”
Before she could ask what it was, that scoundrel Qin Mo raised an eyebrow and said, “Seeing as we’re close, how about free cuddles for the next twenty years? No, wait, let’s make it a hundred years.”
Fortunately, Wen Xia had already swallowed her soy milk, or she would have spat it all over him. “Cough…”
“Qin Mo, your face is so thick!”
“Not as thick as my wife’s, the universe’s invincible super-genius,” Qin Mo said with a grin, holding up his left hand and measuring a tiny gap between his thumb and forefinger.
…
By the time they arrived at the cram school, there were still ten minutes before class started.
The two of them sat in their usual seats at the back. A girl in a pink puffer jacket approached them. Her round face was flushed red, and she looked quite pretty.
“Qin Mo, could you explain this question?”
It was obvious she had a crush on him.
Qin Mo raised his brows slightly, glanced at the English test paper, and then turned to Wen Xia, who seemed entirely unconcerned. “Ask my girlfriend. She’s super amazing.”
Wen Xia: “…”
Qin Mo, can you tone it down a bit?
She lifted her small face and asked, “Do you need me to explain it to you?”
The girl froze for a moment before blushing furiously and lowering her head. “N-no, no need. I understand it now.”
A boy sitting at the desk in front of them overheard and turned around to glance at Wen Xia, then at Qin Mo, before quickly looking away again.
Wen Xia felt baffled. Why did he look at me like that? Even if I’m dating Qin Mo, it shouldn’t warrant such a disbelieving expression.
Do they think she doesn’t match Qin Mo?
Wen Xia, feeling upset, wanted to discuss it with Qin Mo. “Husband, don’t you think that guy’s acting a little weird?” She subtly gestured toward the boy with a tilt of her chin.
The gesture was too enticing for Qin Mo, who felt a sudden itch in his heart. He raised his hand, pinched her chin lightly, and quickly leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.
“He’s the homeroom teacher’s son,” Qin Mo said matter-of-factly.
“Huh?” Wen Xia thought she had misheard.
Qin Mo chuckled and repeated, “He’s the homeroom teacher’s son. He’s also a student in the class.”
Wen Xia: “…” She shot him a look that practically screamed, Wow, aren’t you something.
Other students who dated in secret would go to great lengths to keep it hidden. Meanwhile, Qin Mo was just one step away from announcing it with a megaphone.
…
The morning consisted of four math classes. For three of them, the students worked on math practice papers. Qin Mo finished his entire paper within the first period.
After watching his wife tackle the problems on her paper for a while, he pulled out an advanced mock exam from his bag to work on.
The math tutor, Mr. Yang Zhongwei, stood behind him for a moment, observing silently, but said nothing.
By the time Qin Mo finished the mock exam, it was the third period. He set down his pen and glanced over at Wen Xia. She was still working on the last question of her paper.
Starting from the second step, her approach had gone wrong. Watching her struggle with it for several minutes, Qin Mo reached out and tapped her paper lightly, speaking softly. “Read the question carefully. Your thought process is correct.”
Wen Xia agonized over the problem for a long while before biting the end of her pen and admitting, “Husband, I can’t.”
“It’s okay. Your husband can.”
Raising an eyebrow with a faint smirk, Qin Mo picked up his pen and began explaining the problem in detail. “Based on the given conditions, we can deduce that…”
