I Woke Up and Found Myself Married to the Dean - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Wen Qingyan and I… Are Married?!

Bed… bedroom antics?!

Si Nanyu’s eyes widened in an instant. She clearly understood every word Wen Qingyan said, yet she found the situation impossible to comprehend—and even harder to imagine those words coming from Wen Qingyan’s mouth.

But Wen Qingyan was dead serious. She stared at her, her eyes as red as a rabbit’s, with a hint of grievance lingering in their depths.

The explosive amount of information gradually faded into the background because Si Nanyu was captivated by a version of Wen Qingyan she had never seen before. Her lips trembled as she tried to say something, but in the end, it all dissolved into boundless shame.

Yes, she was bewildered by the current situation and incredibly curious, but the person she had loved for years was standing so close to her. She could smell Wen Qingyan’s perfume that same faint white tea scent that had hardly changed at all.

It was a scent so familiar it made her heart race and her face flush.

Furthermore, Wen Qingyan had just said something so suggestive. She was eighteen, not eight; how could she not have straying thoughts? It was just that she didn’t dare ask, fearing that any question would be a profanity against Wen Qingyan.

So, she stared at Wen Qingyan without blinking, her eyes filled with a misty clarity.

It was a longing unique to her feelings for Wen Qingyan. Her voice was small and soft: “Teacher Wen, I’m sorry…”

“I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, but I’m not pretending, and I haven’t lost my memory…”

While thinking she was talking nonsense, Wen Qingyan was simultaneously stung by her gaze. She pulled away abruptly, her interrogative mood softening.

Then she heard Si Nanyu say: “Maybe, it was probably just because I was drunk.” Si Nanyu’s phrasing was a bit vague, but after thinking it over, she said with certainty: “It was definitely the alcohol!” Then, with eyes flickering, she asked Wen Qingyan: “Then… what did Teacher Wen mean by what you said to my mom earlier? And that doctor auntie…”

The calm that had started to settle in Wen Qingyan’s heart surged back up because of this one sentence. She laughed out of sheer anger: “Doctor… auntie?”

She let out a cold snort, crossed her arms over her chest, and stepped toward her again: “Si Nanyu, why don’t you look in a mirror and see how old you are.”

“See if you still look like you’re eighteen.”

As she spoke, she rummaged through her bag, found a makeup mirror, and thrust it in front of her.

Si Nanyu had almost never heard Wen Qingyan speak this way. While Wen Qingyan couldn’t be described as “gentle”—her aura was usually detached—she had never been this cold or easily angered.

However, she had a bone-deep reflex toward Wen Qingyan as her teacher. When Wen Qingyan handed it over, she took it and pressed it against her face.

When she saw that familiar yet strange face, Si Nanyu froze, her jaw dropping in shock.

The mirror wasn’t big, but it was enough for her to see her face clearly.

Si Nanyu reached up to touch it, murmuring: “Is this… my face?”

Si Nanyu knew she didn’t have a “cute” face, but at eighteen, her features hadn’t been that sharp yet, and she couldn’t have imagined what she would look like as a mature woman.

In the mirror, she seemed to be the same person, but her eyes were deeper, her nose more prominent, and her jawline was more defined, giving her a very heroic and handsome look. Her hair was neither long nor short…

To be precise, it was short in the front and longer in the back…

It didn’t have the spirited energy of her ponytail; it had a sort of decadent… beauty?

In short, she didn’t look eighteen. She looked at least twenty-five.

It was impossible to age several years overnight, so that meant she had gone from eighteen to…

“You are twenty-eight years old.”

“I am no longer your teacher. I am your wife. You’d better not call me that in public.” Wen Qingyan’s expression was strange as she said this; her gaze shifted uneasily, and her ears turned red in a place Si Nanyu couldn’t see.

The reason was simple: “Teacher Wen” was a title Si Nanyu now only used in bed.

Si Nanyu, completely shocked by her words, failed to notice the change in her expression. She put down the mirror and looked at Wen Qingyan with a hint of terror.

Her mind was filled with one thought…

She… she was actually twenty-eight?!

Ten years, just gone?!

So, did she travel through time, or… did she lose a whole ten years of memory?

Either way, it was beyond bizarre.

And even more unbelievable was her and… Wen Qingyan…

As this thought jumped into Si Nanyu’s mind, a small smile couldn’t help but spread across her face. But before the thought could develop further, she heard Wen Qingyan ask sharply: “Haven’t you had enough of this acting?”

By the time Si Nanyu made those expressions, Wen Qingyan had already composed herself and had been watching Si Nanyu’s “changing faces” for several seconds.

She watched her go from shock to collapse, to disbelief, and finally to… a faint joy.

The changes were so rapid it was dizzying. Wen Qingyan felt only annoyance, and her voice was laced with sarcasm.

How could Si Nanyu not hear it? She heard it, but she couldn’t empathize with Wen Qingyan’s emotions at all. Years of being startled, afraid, and “in love” made her sit up straight and offer the mirror back with both hands: “Teacher Wen, here you go.”

Wen Qingyan didn’t take it; instead, she looked her up and down.

Si Nanyu was half-kneeling on the bed, her head slightly lowered, her eyes blinking occasionally. Seeing that she wouldn’t take it, she moved her hands a little closer.

She was certainly putting on a dedicated performance.

Wen Qingyan didn’t want to play along anymore. She reached out, took the mirror, put it back in her bag, and prepared to distance herself.

Just then, Si Nanyu said something. Her voice was very quiet. Wen Qingyan didn’t hear it clearly and turned to ask: “What did you say?”

“No… nothing.” The moment Wen Qingyan turned back, there was irritation in her eyes. Si Nanyu didn’t dare ask—she didn’t dare ask that question: Are we really married?

Instead, she sat up properly and tried her best to shrink back into the blankets.

Wen Qingyan had only taken two steps when she was angered again by this fearful appearance. She turned back to the bedside. This time she didn’t hesitate; she directly hooked her arm around Si Nanyu’s neck.

In their relationship, Wen Qingyan was rarely the initiator. Intimate moments were usually led by Si Nanyu. So she… just wanted to see how far Si Nanyu could keep up the act, to see if a sudden move would make her break character.

But she didn’t expect to be the one who couldn’t hold it together first. Her hand, wrapped around Si Nanyu’s nape, unconsciously tightened, and her breathing grew heavy.

Because of this, she was looking directly at Si Nanyu’s face. To her surprise, the person who usually had no self-restraint now had flushed cheeks—even her neck was a light shade of red.

Seeing this, Wen Qingyan pulled her hand back quickly.

Because it had been many, many years since she had seen such shyness from Si Nanyu.

Her heart skipped a beat, and with frantic steps, she walked out to the balcony.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of the IV drip could be heard. Wen Qingyan didn’t speak, and Si Nanyu didn’t dare to.

The red drained from her cheeks, and she began to turn pale. Not having to face Wen Qingyan directly allowed her nervousness to subside so she could think seriously about the situation.

Waking up to a world turned upside down from eighteen to twenty-eight.

And it seemed that twenty-eight-year-old her was quite impressive she had actually married Wen Qingyan.

This fact made Si Nanyu a bit excited, but after the excitement passed, she began to wonder how she was supposed to interact with Wen Qingyan.

Her intuition told her that their relationship might not be very good. The way Wen Qingyan treated her twenty-eight-year-old self was even harsher than how she treated her at eighteen…

Such a reality was hard for Si Nanyu to imagine.

Putting herself in Wen Qingyan’s shoes, facing an eighteen-year-old who suddenly woke up would surely seem ridiculous. It was normal for her to have a bad expression and emotional fluctuations.

Even she couldn’t accept the facts all at once.

Despite the fact that it was a reality that made her happy.

The age gap didn’t matter; she and Wen Qingyan were together—they were married.

It was just that facing her was inevitably difficult; “helpless” was perhaps a better word for it.

Si Nanyu scratched her head and looked at Wen Qingyan in the distance. Her back was turned, making her emotions impossible to guess, but Si Nanyu figured they were probably complicated.

“Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen, I bought your favorite soup dumplings!”

“They’re still hot, eat them quickly before you go to work…”

Qin Hua walking into the ward with bags and a flurry of energy undoubtedly broke the silence between Si Nanyu and Wen Qingyan. The two glanced at each other, then looked at Qin Hua.

Wen Qingyan put away her coldness and walked toward Qin Hua with a shallow smile.

Because she was still on the IV, Si Nanyu couldn’t make big movements. She could only watch Qin Hua with a longing look, swallowing hard.

She was so hungry.

She had eaten almost nothing before drinking, and she didn’t know how long she had been asleep.

Qin Hua noticed her thirsty gaze and gave her a slightly disgusted look: “Here, and your favorite Jianbing Guozi (fried pancake).”

As Si Nanyu reached out to take it, Qin Hua added: “No spice.”

The light in her eyes instantly vanished. Si Nanyu looked down at the hot pancake…

A bit disappointed.

Who knew Wen Qingyan would be even more heartless? She took the pancake from Si Nanyu’s hand, cut it in half, and gave it back to her: “You can only eat half.”

Her smile was gone, her tone flat, and she even adjusted her glasses after speaking.

Si Nanyu took it with both hands, not daring to make a sound, clutching the remaining half of the pancake.

“Mom, I ordered some pumpkin porridge for Nanyu. It’ll be delivered later.”

Wen Qingyan had two faces. When facing Qin Hua, she wore a smile. She picked up a soup dumpling and thanked her gently: “Thank you, Mom, for remembering what I like to eat.”

“Oh, it’s not that I remembered. It’s that girl Nanyu… she’s a troublemaker, but she’s serious about food!”

“She said you like flour-based dishes. Every time we have dumplings at home, she mentions that you like them, but that you love soup dumplings the most.”

Although Qin Hua was a bit annoyed with Si Nanyu, she was still her daughter. She wanted to say something nice, and it wasn’t an exaggeration—Si Nanyu really said it every time…

But after she finished speaking with a laugh, Wen Qingyan fell silent. She lowered her eyes, making her emotions unreadable, just staring at the soup dumpling without eating it.

Qin Hua was frustrated and glared at Si Nanyu.

To her surprise, Si Nanyu was also looking down, opening the bag of the pancake and rummaging through it for something…

Qin Hua was even angrier now and couldn’t find the words to speak.

Little did she know…

Si Nanyu was just shy.

After poking at the pancake, she rubbed her burning ears and blinked several times before looking up at Wen Qingyan, who was putting a soup dumpling into her mouth.

Qin Hua was still glaring at her.

Si Nanyu quickly lowered her head again.

What was going on?

How could her ten-years-later self tell her mother everything? What would Wen Qingyan think of her?

Si Nanyu couldn’t imagine what Wen Qingyan would think, but she racked her brain until…

Wen Qingyan finished eating and was ready to leave. Only then did Si Nanyu look up.

The IV was finished, and she could move freely now. She got up obediently to see Wen Qingyan off.

She felt a strange bashfulness and instinctively stood by Qin Hua’s side, waving lightly at Wen Qingyan: “Teacher Wen, drive safely and be careful on the road.”

Qin Hua looked at her suspiciously…

Si Nanyu seemed not to notice, her gaze practically glued to Wen Qingyan.

Just then, the delivery arrived. Wen Qingyan faced Si Nanyu directly, handed her the porridge, and scrutinized her again.

Without thinking, Si Nanyu shrunk back behind Qin Hua.

Because of her action, Qin Hua’s suspicious look turned into one of astonishment… she looked at Si Nanyu with total confusion.

Si Nanyu pursed her lips, gave Qin Hua a little nudge, then popped out from behind her mother (she was more than half a head taller), and took the pumpkin porridge with both hands.

Tilting her head slightly, she said emphatically: “Teacher Wen, I will definitely finish it all!”

Wen Qingyan left.

Si Nanyu sat back on the bed, took a sip of the scalding pumpkin porridge…

And then let out a scream like a stuck pig: “Ahhh! Mom!”

“What are you shouting for?! Just because it’s a private room doesn’t mean you can ignore everyone else?!” Qin Hua’s face was dark as she tried to take the porridge from Si Nanyu’s arms.

Si Nanyu held on tight, her gaze like she was facing an enemy: “Teacher Wen bought this for me!”

Qin Hua was literally laughed into a state of anger.

With her hands on her hips, she stood by the bed and started scolding her: “Is there something wrong with you? When Xiao Wen was here, you were like a mouse seeing a cat, hiding behind me and not even daring to look at her…”

“Now what is this?”

“Your wife isn’t even here anymore. Who are you acting for? Whose attention are you trying to get?!”

“Mine? You’re only going to get the attention of my fist!”

“I’m not! I wasn’t acting…!”

Si Nanyu spoke defiantly, but her voice lost confidence as she went on. After all, it was true that she wasn’t afraid of her mom, but she was terrified of Wen Qingyan.

When Wen Qingyan was there, there was indeed an element of “pretending.”

Substinctively, she didn’t want Wen Qingyan to have a bad impression of her.

Now that Wen Qingyan was gone, she grew bolder, and her true nature began to emerge as questions started bubbling up in her mind.

She put down the porridge, bit her spoon, and asked Qin Hua with a shifting gaze: “Mom, am I really… married to Wen Qingyan?!”

She asked again with a trembling voice: “Is she really… my wife?”

Hearing this, Qin Hua’s temper flared again. She reached out and flicked Si Nanyu’s forehead: “Do you really want me to hit you?!”

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