I Woke Up and Found Myself Married to the Dean - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: You Better Prepare Yourself

Wen Qingyan’s fresh and soft scent continuously assaulted Si Nanyu’s nerves, causing her mind to go blank for a moment. She couldn’t hear the whispers Wen Qingyan was murmuring in her ear; all she knew was that Wen Qingyan’s tone was so soft it sounded like she was acting spoiled.

It was like a soft moan; to put it exaggeratedly, it was on a constant loop inside her brain.

Until… the arms circling her gradually loosened, and the sensation of skin against skin began to fade…

But Si Nanyu was unwilling.

“Let… go of me!”

“Si Nanyu!” Wen Qingyan called out twice in succession before Si Nanyu finally snapped out of it.

Wen Qingyan had sat up straight, her palms pushing against Si Nanyu’s shoulders, her voice still laced with softness: “You’re hurting me, Si Nanyu…”

It sounded like a complaint, but even more like a flirtatious pout.

It also made Si Nanyu realize more clearly how reckless her actions were tightly gripping Wen Qingyan’s waist and hooking her ankles, refusing to let her pull away completely.

A wave of intense reluctance welled up in her heart, but she had to let go. She released all restraints because Wen Qingyan was in pain. First the waist, then the feet…

“Still not letting go?”

Before she had fully released her, Wen Qingyan’s dissatisfied voice came again. Si Nanyu looked at her guiltily, only to find the corners of Wen Qingyan’s eyes were red, looking incredibly aggrieved.

Assuming it was just an issue with the posture, Si Nanyu blurted out: “I’m sorry…”

At that exact moment, the phone rang again.

This time, Si Nanyu gained some clarity. It was one thing for Wen Qingyan to be unwilling to be held like that, but Wen Qingyan’s look of grievance was something else entirely.

She was afraid. Although it wasn’t obvious, the close proximity allowed Si Nanyu to detect it.

Furthermore, Wen Qingyan—who had moved a few centimeters away grabbed Si Nanyu’s arm again and ordered in a trembling voice: “Turn off the phone.”

Wen Qingyan’s abnormal behavior seemed to have started from the moment she was startled awake.

“I’m sorry, I’ll turn it off right now!”

Recalling the cause, Si Nanyu’s tone of apology and her action of reaching back to hold her hand became much more confident. Holding Wen Qingyan’s hand with one hand, she turned around to grab the phone with the other. She ended the call, silenced the phone, and put it back.

After the sequence of actions ended, Si Nanyu observed Wen Qingyan in the dim light. She was no longer trembling, but her head was bowed low, making it impossible to read her expression.

Si Nanyu could only try to comfort her gently: “It’s okay now, I’ve turned everything off.”

A mix of self-blame and surprise struck Si Nanyu’s heart. She felt apologetic, yet she couldn’t help but feel a secret joy because of Wen Qingyan’s rare “fragility” and “dependence.”

This direct experience, despite her memory loss, made her realize clearly that her relationship with Wen Qingyan was truly different now. They could be under the same roof, in the same bed, under the same blanket—a relationship where Wen Qingyan would hold her tight when scared.

“Go to sleep. Nothing will disturb you this time.”

Si Nanyu didn’t actually know what had scared Wen Qingyan; she was just offering a somewhat presumptuous consolation.

But it was effective. Wen Qingyan lifted her eyelids and squeezed Si Nanyu’s hand back. Her expression was dark and unreadable, and she said nothing.

When they lay back down, she didn’t let go; if anything, she gripped even tighter.

That night, Wen Qingyan slept poorly, and Si Nanyu didn’t sleep well either. The former was due to nervous tension and fitful sleep, waking up as soon as dawn broke. The latter… was purely because the person she had loved for years was lying right next to her.

They slept holding hands, and they had shared skin-to-skin contact before sleeping. This caused Si Nanyu to dream of Wen Qingyan all night—a Wen Qingyan surrounded by pink bubbles, looking as delicate as a blooming flower.

When Si Nanyu woke up, Wen Qingyan was already out of bed. She rolled around several times by herself, face flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

Until—Qin Hua came to call her for breakfast.

“Si Nanyu, why aren’t you up yet?”

“Xiao Wen has already gone to work. How much longer are you going to laze around?!”

Hearing that Wen Qingyan had already left, Si Nanyu shook off her emotions and bolted upright, asking: “Gone to work? Isn’t today Saturday?”

“You think Xiao Wen is as idle as you? The teaching and research group has a meeting today,” Qin Hua said crossly. After a few more urgings, she left the doorway.

Si Nanyu didn’t dawdle. Thinking about Wen Qingyan working hard on a Saturday, she decided she had to go pick her up later.

For breakfast, Qin Hua hadn’t put in too much effort: vegetable porridge and small steamed buns. This was mainly because Wen Qingyan liked them, and neither she nor Si Nanyu were picky eaters.

Sure enough, once Si Nanyu took her seat, she lowered her head and started eating the porridge without a word.

Qin Hua, however, looked like she had something to say but was hesitating. After a few spoonfuls, Si Nanyu noticed and stopped to ask: “What’s wrong, Mom?”

Qin Hua didn’t say it directly, instead waving her hand: “Wait until you finish eating.”

Her expression was very serious. Si Nanyu, becoming anxious, put down her chopsticks and insisted she speak first.

Qin Hua didn’t hesitate and asked bluntly: “I saw Xiao Wen’s face didn’t look good this morning. Did you upset her again?”

“No! Last night…”

“My dad called right before we went to sleep. Teacher Wen was startled, so… she probably didn’t sleep well.”

Si Nanyu was originally just explaining, but the more she spoke, the more ashamed she felt. Wen Qingyan had been scared and didn’t sleep well yet still had to go to work, while she herself had been having “colorful” fantasies because of their physical contact…

“Who did you say called?”

“My dad…”

Si Nanyu answered instinctively, but to her surprise, Qin Hua stood up and leaned across the dining table. Her expression was urgent and her face was dark: “Who?”

Blinking in confusion, Si Nanyu repeated: “My dad’s phone. After talking with you last night, I wanted to try contacting him. I thought the call didn’t go through so I hung up, but it turns out it did. My dad called back in the middle of the night.”

Qin Hua confirmed she hadn’t misheard. Her face turned from dark to pale as she slumped back into her chair, murmuring to herself: “Your dad… called you back?”

“What’s wrong? Is something not right?”

“Or… are you angry that I called my dad, Mom?”

Si Nanyu was bewildered, but she instinctively guessed that her contacting Si Xueyi had made Qin Hua unhappy. She unconsciously gripped the phone in her pocket.

“Give it to me.”

After a long silence, Qin Hua spoke. Si Nanyu looked up: “What…?”

“Give me your phone.”

“Oh, okay.”

Si Nanyu obediently handed it over. Qin Hua took it and took a deep breath before looking at the screen. After seeing it, the chill down her spine eased, and her heart settled.

Actually, she had guessed as much. Si Nanyu must have dialed Si Xueyi’s old number. It was normal for it to call back, as someone else was using it now.

It’s just that hearing a person who had been dead for years mentioned like that by Si Nanyu was bound to catch anyone off guard. One could only imagine what Wen Qingyan felt, knowing this in the middle of the night.

“What is it, Mom?”

“Did I… do something wrong?”

Si Nanyu’s question was innocent, her gaze curious yet guilty. For a moment, Qin Hua felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

No, it was very bitter. A perfectly healthy person suddenly remembers nothing, and because of her own issues, she thought about hiding the truth—perhaps hiding it forever. She thought it would be better if Si Nanyu never knew.

But clearly, this wasn’t just her business. Si Nanyu had the right to know. And Wen Qingyan… shouldn’t be caught in the middle like this.

Besides, Wen Qingyan was right. It was better not to keep these things from Si Nanyu. She wouldn’t like it. And it wasn’t right.

“Nanyu, for what I’m about to tell you… you better prepare yourself.”

“Your father… passed away in a car accident several years ago.”

“The company is now run by me and your Aunt Mu together.”

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