Mistakenly Seen as a Scumbag by My Wife with Seven Personalities - Chapter 29

Teacher, Half a Rose. Teacher Song: Not knowing how to compensate, but…

After rushing back to the company from the neighboring city, Gu Fei immediately threw herself into her work.

It wasn’t until an important social engagement ended in the afternoon that she returned to her office to review her schedule for the next two days. After a few moments of thought, she directly instructed Secretary Chen to pack all the essential tasks into today’s schedule; whatever remained could be taken to the neighboring city to be handled slowly.

The words she had spoken to Song Yanran during the day were no joke Gu Fei truly couldn’t stand being away from her wife for even a single day now.

In just one week, Qin Qingwei had switched personalities five times, and Gu Fei still hadn’t figured out the triggers or the patterns. Whenever possible, she wanted to do her absolute best to stay by her wife’s side.

As night fell, Gu Fei finally finished the last document. Rubbing her brow, she checked the time, it was already 10:00 PM. Realizing she had forgotten to report in to Song Yanran, she hurriedly sent a message.

She told Song Yanran to sleep first and not wait up; she would get a spare key card from the front desk to open the door once she arrived at the hotel.

However, as Gu Fei was packing her change of clothes in the lounge, her phone rang. It was Song Yanran.

“Hello, Teacher Song?” Gu Fei tucked the small black bag under her arm and headed out of the office, phone in hand.

“Don’t… don’t come over tonight. Stay home and get some rest,” Song Yanran spoke softly from the hotel. She had been waiting for her all night.

Earlier, when Gu Fei hadn’t knocked at 9:00 PM like she did yesterday, Song Yanran felt a pang of disappointment, thinking Gu Fei had just been teasing her during the day. But when she received Gu Fei’s message, that disappointment transformed entirely into heartache.

Making two round trips to the neighboring city in one day meant six hours of driving. Combined with Gu Fei’s workday, the schedule was so high-intensity that Song Yanran was genuinely worried Gu Fei’s body wouldn’t be able to take it.

Gu Fei’s lips curved into a silent smile. Knowing her wife was worried about her, she let out a soft laugh. “I can’t rest properly alone. I need Teacher Song’s company.”

Pausing as she started her car, Gu Fei added in a low voice, her ear tips turning red, “If Teacher really feels sorry for me, maybe you should think about how to compensate me.”

“Compensate?” Song Yanran didn’t immediately catch the hidden meaning.

“Teacher sent me to sleep on the sofa alone last night. Shouldn’t you compensate me for that?” Gu Fei asked righteously, having been pampered by her wife to the point where she couldn’t stand even a little grievance.

“You chose to sleep there yourself…” Song Yanran responded in a low, tender voice. Her intention last night had been for their “second time”—she never meant to drive Gu Fei to the sofa.

“Oh…” Gu Fei drew out the sound as she waited at a red light, switching their voice call to a video call. “If I hadn’t gone to the sofa last night, I probably wouldn’t be seeing my dear Teacher Song today, would I?”

In the small phone screen, she locked eyes with a blushing Song Yanran. The gentle, soft endearment made Song Yanran’s face grow hot. She gazed back at Gu Fei, her eyelashes trembling, and spoke softly when Gu Fei looked away to drive.

“What kind of compensation do you want?”

Gu Fei stole a glance at the screen, her face flushing. “Teacher, I’m driving. When you ask like that, it’s very easy for me to have… inappropriate thoughts.”

“…”

Song Yanran bit her lip, understanding instantly. She had intended to hang up and ignore this “bad student” whose head was full of naughty ideas, but the thought of Gu Fei driving for three consecutive hours made her heart soften.

Glancing at the laptop beside her, Song Yanran clicked open the tutoring materials she had prepared yesterday. “Do you want to have a lesson, Gu Fei?”

Gu Fei blinked, wondering if she had misheard. In a single second, she saw the screen transition from Song Yanran’s face to a PowerPoint slide.

“…Teacher wants to give me a lesson now?”

Hearing the skepticism and helplessness in her voice, Song Yanran asked back with a calm smile, “It’s an oral communication class anyway. You only need to listen. Is that not okay?”

She figured she could just chat with Gu Fei to prevent her from driving while fatigued.

“Well, okay.” Gu Fei nodded in resignation, and thus, in the middle of the night, she began her first formal lesson.

Song Yanran was indeed a good teacher. Her pace was steady, her voice calm, and her knowledge base was extensive. If she hadn’t required Gu Fei to communicate in a foreign language, Gu Fei would have been happy to have lessons with Teacher Song every day.

But communicating meant making a fool of herself. Listening to Song Yanran ask a question in a foreign language on the other end, Gu Fei bit her lip shyly. After some thought, she chose to respond in Chinese.

“…Gu Fei, we are in a foreign language class,” Song Yanran reminded her helplessly. “If you don’t speak, how will I know where you’re struggling?”

“Oh…” Gu Fei nodded humbly, seeing that the teacher was quite strict.

After two seconds of internal struggle, Gu Fei spoke. Following a string of stuttering, garbled “linguistic attacks,” Song Yanran went silent.

“You can speak a bit slower.” Song Yanran actually understood what Gu Fei meant, but adhering to her principles as a tutor, she felt it was necessary to help Gu Fei correct her pronunciation.

“I was already being very slow…” Gu Fei defended herself in a small, embarrassed voice. But under her teacher’s repeated demands, she endured the shame and slowed down even further.

“Mmh… don’t use too much force with the tip of your tongue when you speak…” Song Yanran suppressed a smile, pretending to be calm as she corrected her word by word.

In her heart, she was sighing—ten years had passed, and Gu Fei’s speaking skills were still stuck in the same place.

“Teacher, I can hear you laughing at me…” Despite Song Yanran’s best efforts to hide it, Gu Fei caught the trace of amusement in her tone. Gripping the steering wheel with red-tipped ears, she threatened, “Mocking a student deserves punishment. Once class is over, I’ll…”

“You are not allowed to threaten the teacher during class,” Song Yanran interrupted with a light laugh, skillfully changing the subject. “Before the end of the lesson, Student Gu should finish reading that sentence smoothly.”

“…Oh.”

By the time the car arrived at the hotel, a fine layer of sweat had broken out on Gu Fei’s forehead, all from the exertion of the lesson. To stop her wife from laughing at her, she had repeated that one sentence dozens of times until she could say it without a single trip.

But oral skills weren’t so easily mastered. When they moved on to a second sentence, she heard her wife’s low chuckle again. She was so flustered and annoyed that she was determined to make Teacher Song face her “punishment” tonight.

Taking the elevator up, Gu Fei habitually recited the sentence she had just learned. As she reviewed it silently, she knocked on Song Yanran’s door.

The moment the door opened, facing a gentle Song Yanran, Gu Fei blurted out the foreign phrase she had been practicing.

“…Come in.” Song Yanran looked down to hide the smile in her eyes and stepped aside.

Feeling she had made a total fool of herself, Gu Fei lowered her head and hugged Song Yanran’s waist, burying her burning face entirely in her embrace.

“Teacher, I’m really not a stupid student.” She just had a “clumsy mouth”; she just needed more practice… Gu Fei tried to justify herself.

“Mmh, I know,” Song Yanran whispered, stroking her head gently. “Teacher will teach you well.”

“Teacher is so good…” Blushing, Gu Fei held her waist and prepared to enter the room, but Song Yanran tapped her shoulder before the door could close.

“What is it?” Song Yanran pulled back slightly, her expression becoming serious as she looked at the door diagonally across the hallway.

“Just now, I think… someone was taking photos.” She wasn’t entirely sure, but she felt as if a flash had flickered from that doorway the moment Gu Fei hugged her.

“That room?” Gu Fei frowned.

“Yes, it’s the room for the two assistants.”

After Gu Fei had left during the day, Song Yanran had met with her two assistants. Despite her questioning, neither admitted that the rumor Zhou Ping mentioned had come from them. Regardless, Song Yanran had contacted her manager and demanded they be replaced. Unlike before, Feng Qian had agreed very quickly. Though confused, Song Yanran hadn’t overthought it—until the secret photography happened again tonight.

Qin Qingwei was an actress; announcing a relationship wouldn’t have a massive impact on her career, but it should be done on her own terms, not through a scandal. Furthermore, the one caught in the photo wasn’t even Qin Qingwei—it was Song Yanran.

Noticing her wife’s pale face, Gu Fei pursed her lips. After glancing at the security camera in the hallway, she already had a plan. She comforted Song Yanran, sent her back into the room, and took the elevator back downstairs.

Meanwhile, hiding in her room, Zhao Yuanyuan watched through the peephole. Seeing Gu Fei leave, she assumed the woman was too scared to stay the night and let out a contemptuous laugh.

The situation just now had been risky. If her hidden camera hadn’t been ruined in the washing machine, she wouldn’t have risked using her phone. She had waited half the night and thought Gu Fei wasn’t coming, only for Xiao Yang to spot her. And the shot was perfect—clear and intimate. Enough to prove their relationship.

Zhao Yuanyuan saved all the photos and videos of the two of them, planning to use them with Feng Qian later.

Downstairs, after confirming that the hallway security footage had indeed captured the assistant taking photos, Gu Fei directly instructed the hotel manager to call the police. She didn’t involve Qin Qingwei; she used her own name to file a case for infringement of privacy and portrait rights.

Once the matter was handled, Gu Fei returned to Song Yanran’s room.

“Don’t worry, Teacher. It’s all handled. The photos won’t be leaked.” Gu Fei comforted her, taking her hand as they walked further into the room. Under her wife’s nervous aura, Gu Fei inexplicably felt as if she were indeed “cheating” behind her wife’s back… even though they were legally married.

She glanced at her wife, her face turning red. Shyly, she pulled Song Yanran’s waist and they tumbled onto the sofa.

“Teacher, have you thought about how to compensate me? I slept very uncomfortably here last night… I spent the whole night thinking about you…”

Song Yanran’s attention was successfully diverted. She looked at Gu Fei with a flushed face. “What do you want me to do?”

“Then…” Gu Fei kissed the crook of her neck and whispered into her ear, “Tonight, Teacher should sleep on the sofa with me, okay?”

“…Yes.” Song Yanran breathed a silent sigh of relief; she had thought Gu Fei would propose something “naughty.” Fortunately, Gu Fei was still a “good student.”

Content, Gu Fei captured Song Yanran’s lips, her fingertips falling onto the strap of the nightgown.

“What does Teacher want me to use tonight? My mouth, or…” Gu Fei whispered as she pressed a kiss onto her fair shoulder.

“You anything is fine.” Song Yanran closed her eyes, her breath becoming ragged as she turned her burning face away. In truth, she secretly wanted Gu Fei to use her hands; after all, last night Gu Fei had left in a huff, and the “second time” had been cut short.

Gu Fei kissed her ear tip and responded softly. “Let’s use my mouth. Teacher hasn’t recovered down there yet…”

Song Yanran didn’t speak again, only letting out a low, trembling hum.

Tender, hot kisses moved inch by inch until they reached her collarbone. When the nightgown fell to the floor, Gu Fei saw the full glory of Song Yanran’s lingerie.

Unlike the black set from last night, tonight’s was made of white lace. Furthermore, it was a half-cup style.

Half of the rose was revealed.

“Teacher…” Gu Fei’s throat moved uncontrollably. She leaned down to kiss her, her face crimson. “It’s so beautiful.”

“…If you like it, that’s all that matters.” Song Yanran bit her lip, the corners of her eyes reddening as she spoke in a soft, low voice.

She didn’t know how else to compensate Gu Fei, but seeing the lingerie Gu Fei had left behind last night gave her the idea. Since Gu Fei had bought it, she must like this style. Although the size was a bit tight for Song Yanran, she was willing to try as long as Gu Fei liked it.

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