Chapter 5: The Husband in Name Only

Meeting Song Xun’s gaze, Shu Qian almost worried he would say, “Feels good to touch?”

Fortunately, he let go of her hand and only asked, “Did the soup burn you?”

Hearing the system task completion sound, Shu Qian quickly withdrew her hand, “I didn’t, you…”

[Shu Qian’s hand!! Ahhhh, I’m so angry!]

[Song Xun kindly tried to shield her, but she touched his waist — how shameless!]

[I think she purposely didn’t hold the thermos well. If Song Xun hadn’t helped her, she’d probably have snuck into his arms. Such a scheming bitch.]

[No idea why everyone is so hostile to a pretty woman — it was just an accident, right?]

[Try searching for Shu Qian’s past; a woman with a record doesn’t deserve forgiveness.]

Anjing’s eyes flickered with jealousy, then she apologized: “Sorry, Teacher Song, I thought Shu Qian was holding it steady.”

Shu Qian glanced at Song Xun’s pants wet from the soup and sneered coldly.

So now they want to blame her?

“It’s not that I didn’t hold it steady, right? My hand never even touched the thermos.”

She pointed to a camera, “This should show it clearly.”

Anjing’s expression stiffened, surprised Shu Qian dared confront her so boldly.

“Sorry, that was my fault,” she said quickly.

Song Xun looked down at Shu Qian’s leg stained with soup, frowning slightly, “Go wipe it first. I’ll change my clothes.”

Then he turned to Anjing and Lin Yiyang, “Please help clean up.”

Lin Yiyang smiled awkwardly, “No problem.”

With his back to the camera, he glared at Anjing.

What a mess!

If they offended Song Xun, how would they survive in the industry?

Anjing felt frustrated; she had just wanted to teach Shu Qian a lesson by making her embarrassed publicly.

But now their own pants were stained, and Shu Qian showed no sign of embarrassment—they had to clean up instead!

Surprisingly, Song Xun reacted swiftly, protecting Shu Qian immediately.

No wonder he was once a monk—truly compassionate.

Shu Qian changed clothes again and went downstairs, seeing Anjing and Lin Yiyang crouched cleaning, she smiled.

What was this? Trying to cheat but ending up helping her complete the mission?

Having completed the mission, Shu Qian found them more tolerable.

“I need to step out for a bit,” Shu Qian reminded.

Anjing looked up angrily from the floor.

If someone didn’t know, they’d think these two were dogs crawling at Shu Qian’s feet!

Shu Qian put on a straw hat and sunglasses and walked between them.

Lin Yiyang’s gaze lingered on Shu Qian’s slender, straight legs—his mind briefly wandering.

When filming started, what caught his attention most were those legs.

Fair and smooth, just the right slenderness—not skin-and-bone skinny, with beautiful and sexy ankles.

Too many actors in the entertainment industry starve to look good on camera, but look gaunt in reality.

He’d never seen legs so perfect; they must feel amazing in bed—even if she wasn’t good-looking, he could tolerate that.

But this woman was a stunning beauty with a hot figure and a face like a blooming peony—top-tier looks in the industry.

After filming one drama, Lin Yiyang was fired up every day.

He wanted to use force, but Shu Qian never gave him a chance to expose himself—this woman was hot and skilled.

Thinking back on the places Shu Qian hit him, he still felt faint pain.

Shu Qian waited in the yard for Song Xun; Lin Yiyang and Anjing had left, but Song Xun hadn’t come down.

After half an hour, Song Xun finally appeared.

He had changed clothes, probably showered, hair wet and dripping.

Maybe because of the long shower, his refined, handsome face and long neck were flushed slightly red, extending down to his collarbones—adding a bit of worldly warmth.

Shu Qian found it odd; she’d spent ten minutes tidying up, then waited another half hour.

She never imagined Song Xun could be so slow—showering and changing took forty minutes.

Did he have severe cleanliness OCD?

She pointed to the motorcycle in the yard and shook the keys in her hand. “Can you ride? Or should I take you?”

Song Xun said flatly, “No.”

“Then I’ll take you,” Shu Qian smiled brightly.

She climbed on first; the black big motorcycle made her legs look even whiter and glowing.

At that moment, Song Xun turned back into the house.

Soon he came out with a shirt.

Before Shu Qian could react, he draped the shirt over her legs, then tied the sleeves behind her waist.

Feeling a brief closeness from the man, Shu Qian lifted her eyelids and caught Song Xun’s dark eyes in the rearview mirror.

His expression was cool and indifferent, showing no other feelings—he only explained, “You got a bit sunburned.”

If it were any other man, Shu Qian would think they had no sense of boundaries, but this was Song Xun…

Her husband in name only.

And a compassionate monk!

After tying her shirt, Song Xun got on the back of the motorcycle, leaving a small distance between them.

It seemed the earlier act was just gentlemanly concern.

[Shu Qian’s legs are truly amazing, I’m going crazy!]

[Song Xun is lying!!! Watch the movie where he rides a motorcycle, he’s awesome!]

[Song Xun rides the motorcycle wildly but is so gentlemanly here. He saw Shu Qian wanted to drive, said he couldn’t, and gave her his shirt.]

[I almost thought this was a romance reality show. So much pink bubble energy!]

[No pink bubble! Song Xun is just a gentleman 🙂 This isn’t a romance show, don’t ship them!]

[Song Xun is so considerate! It’s hard to imagine how gentle he can be sometimes. Being his girlfriend would be so lucky—too bad he seems detached from worldly matters.]

Off-screen, Song Xun’s hardcore fans: emmm…

Gentlemanly, considerate.

These two words never fit Song Xun.

Once, a female celebrity fell in front of him, and he acted as if he didn’t see it—didn’t lift a foot or help.

Fans at the time criticized him for lacking basic decency—not helping someone who fell.

Though it was later exposed as a fake fall, Song Xun was still just too cold.

Once, during a movie promotion, he was asked to play a game with a female guest requiring some physical contact—just a waist hug.

He said he wasn’t comfortable.

This man was the standard of a celibate male.

The problem was, he didn’t have a girlfriend!

He had been a monk for a few years now.

Fans cried in the bathroom; becoming a monk was basically quitting the industry—they would’ve preferred he have a girlfriend.

All loyal fans could tell, Song Xun treated Shu Qian differently.

No! Maybe he just developed more compassion after becoming a monk!

Definitely not what they imagined!

Then, Shu Qian’s motorcycle sped away.

The bewildered cameramen: “…”

Watching Song Xun hold Shu Qian’s waist as the motorcycle took off, the fans: “…”