I Woke Up and Found Myself Married to the Dean - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Someone Wants to Get a Room with You?

Si Jiamu was only there to deliver the message; she left the office shortly after.

Leaving Si Nanyu behind, utterly perplexed.

However, there were many things she didn’t understand, and Si Jiamu was just one matter that was neither particularly large nor small. It was soon pushed to the back of her mind. Life was often like that: either nothing happened, or everything came at once.

After Si Jiamu left, Si Nanyu received a call from Qin Hua. The background was very noisy; Si Nanyu guessed she wasn’t at home but at a wet market.

Sure enough, Qin Hua fired off a volley of questions: “What kind of meat do you want for the Sliced Meat in Chili Oil? Chicken? Pork? Or beef?”

“Forget it, not pork. Xiao Wen doesn’t like it. Last time you insisted on making pork, she barely took a few bites.”

“I’ll decide between chicken and beef myself.”

“Do you want asparagus? Or braised eggplant, fried pork in scoop sauce…”

It sounded like questioning, but Qin Hua was more like notifying Si Nanyu. As the menu grew longer, Si Nanyu’s mind drifted.

Because after she had replied earlier, Wen Qingyan had sent another WeChat message telling her to wait at home first, or just wander around and meet at the subway entrance at 6:30 PM.

Si Nanyu replied obediently: “Okay, Teacher Wen!”

She even attached an emoji: a fierce dog nodding vigorously.

She thought it was quite amusing, but Wen Qingyan only replied with a standard system “OK” emoji…

Si Nanyu stared at it for a few moments. Wen Qingyan said nothing more, and she almost forgot she was still on the phone with Qin Hua.

There was a long silence on the other end.

Until Qin Hua’s impatient roar came through: “Si Nanyu, are you even listening to me?”

“Ah?… Yes!”

Her voice faltered, and Qin Hua noticed, but was too lazy to argue: “Fine. I’ll prep the ingredients, and you can cook when you get here.”

“Okay, Mom!”

“Don’t act cute with me, you’re annoying! By the way… Xiao Wen isn’t working overtime, right?”

“She is, I’m waiting for her.”

“I see… then I’ll make dinner. Otherwise, Xiao Wen will have to wait after her shift ends…”

In short, there wasn’t much concern for Si Nanyu herself. The last time they met was at the hospital; the dazed Si Nanyu hadn’t felt much motherly love then, and she certainly didn’t feel it now.

Si Nanyu felt a bit slighted. She wanted to ask her mom why she treated Wen Qingyan better than her own daughter, but before she could, Qin Hua suddenly said, “I brought back some of the factory’s new boneless chicken feet. Have a drink with me tonight.”

Qin Hua spoke fast and hung up with a “click” before Si Nanyu could answer.

Si Nanyu was stunned.

Actually… ever since she woke up from that drunken state to find the world changed—same people but different statuses, and Wen Qingyan as her wife—she had been feeling uneasy.

She didn’t dare to drink anymore!

“Nanyu, aren’t you leaving?”

Si Nanyu’s group had a relatively light workload and could leave on time. Yang Miao had packed her things and asked when she saw Si Nanyu wasn’t moving. Si Nanyu sat up straight instantly, stopping her procrastination, and said with a smile, “I… I’m preparing for next week’s teaching plan.”

“Oh, I see. Then I’ll head out first.” Yang Miao nodded and walked toward the door, only to double back.

She leaned down and whispered mysteriously, “Nanyu, you’re at a good age. You should still interact with more people when you have the time.”

Si Nanyu understood her meaning immediately and replied uncomfortably, “Uh… okay, Teacher Yang, I will!”

I’ll interact more with Wen Qingyan…

Before leaving, Yang Miao didn’t forget to give her an encouraging, teasing smile.

Matchmaking… is it something no one can escape once they reach a certain age?

Or was it just that she wasn’t used to suddenly being ten years older? After all, the last time she saw Yang Miao deal with a romance issue was right before the Gaokao, when a girl in her class was caught writing a love letter to a girl in the neighboring class. At that time, it caused a massive stir, and Si Nanyu had accidentally overheard Yang Miao expressing her views. Like most teachers and parents back then, she didn’t approve and even thought it was a distraction from “proper business.”

It was hard for Si Nanyu to judge. For a student, the main priority is obviously studying, but she… she had also harbored a crush on Wen Qingyan as a minor.

And it seemed… she had actually gotten her wish!

With Yang Miao gone, Si Nanyu was the only one left in the office. It was a rare moment of peace. She rested her head on her desk, not doing any “teaching prep” but staring at Wen Qingyan’s WeChat profile picture.

Wen Qingyan’s appearance hadn’t changed much from ten years ago, but her aura was more imposing. Her profile picture was simple: just a photo of her back. The scenery in the photo was beautiful; it looked like someone had taken it for her.

Si Nanyu didn’t want to be conceited, but she couldn’t help thinking she was the one who took it. She began scrolling through her phone’s photo album. The phone was new, so it didn’t have old photos, but she was tech-savvy enough to check her cloud drive for traces.

She had overestimated her skills, though. She didn’t find much, just a few old photos. She didn’t find the one used for the profile picture, but she found a photo of her and Wen Qingyan from her college graduation.

In the photo, she looked more like the version of herself she remembered: long black hair reaching her waist, spirited eyes, a bare face, and her hand naturally resting on Wen Qingyan’s waist.

Wen Qingyan… looked very different too.

Si Nanyu knew Wen Qingyan was only slightly nearsighted; she usually only wore glasses for work convenience. But Si Nanyu rarely saw her without them. She had seen her without them at home over the past few days, but Wen Qingyan had been icy cold.

Not like the person in the photo, who was leaning slightly against her shoulder with a reserved smile, her eyes sparkling like they were speaking. The way she looked at the camera—at the photographer—was incredibly gentle.

And there was a tiny mole at the end of her eye.

If you didn’t pay attention, that mole would be completely hidden by her glasses. A flash of amazement crossed Si Nanyu’s eyes; she didn’t know Wen Qingyan could have such a… charming and soulful side.

Regarding the ten-year gap, Si Nanyu had many thoughts—complex, happy, sad, painful. But she had never had… “colored” ones.

Seeing this version of Wen Qingyan before her, it was impossible not to feel her heart race. It invited so much imagination.

In those lost years, she, Si Nanyu, had once possessed such a woman. Cold and strict on the outside, but like this in private.

The reason she reached this conclusion was that in this photo, she saw Wen Qingyan’s pinky finger lightly hooked… around her own pinky.

She wasn’t certain, but it didn’t stop her from interpreting it. It was “clinginess.”

A pure, seductive, and slightly clingy Wen Qingyan made Si Nanyu’s head spin and her cheeks burn hot…

“What are you looking at?”

A cold, questioning voice from behind shattered her wandering thoughts. The vivid colors in her mind vanished, leaving only black and white.

Because Wen Qingyan was standing there in a pure white shirt-dress and a black blazer, looking at her with a heavy, searching expression.

Feeling incredibly guilty, Si Nanyu quickly flipped her phone over: “No-nothing…”

Wen Qingyan clearly didn’t believe her; her expression remained unchanged as she stood in silence.

Si Nanyu blinked, her mind clearing. She realized why Wen Qingyan didn’t believe her—her reaction was far too suspicious. She put the phone back on the desk and confessed, “I was looking at our photos.”

She didn’t dare mention her secret thoughts. When she showed Wen Qingyan, she kept her head lowered and didn’t notice the change in Wen Qingyan’s expression.

Initially, Wen Qingyan had only asked because she was curious about what could make Si Nanyu’s cheeks so red. She hadn’t expected to be met with panic and guilt.

She didn’t know what had changed Si Nanyu’s mind, but the phone screen did indeed show their graduation photo. But that wasn’t all…

There was also a WeChat notification.

Wen Qingyan’s face darkened as she asked slowly, “Someone wants to get a room with you?”

“Tomorrow?”

Si Nanyu looked up in shock, reflexively protesting, “How is that possible?”

But as her eyes moved to the phone screen, she saw a fleeting WeChat message: “A-Yu, want to hang out tomorrow? You book the room…”

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