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

“Bed… Bedroom tricks?!”

Si Nanyu’s eyes snapped wide. Even though she understood every single word Wen Qingyan said, she couldn’t comprehend how such a thing was possible, let alone imagine these words coming out of Wen Qingyan’s mouth.

But Wen Qingyan was dead serious. She stared at her, eyes as red as a rabbit’s, with a hint of grievance buried deep within them.

The explosive information overload gradually faded into the background because Si Nanyu was completely captivated by this side of Wen Qingyan she had never seen before. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but in the end, everything turned into a wave of infinite shame.

Yes, she was confused by the current situation and incredibly curious, but the person she had loved for years was right in front of her. She could smell Wen Qingyan’s perfume—it was that faint white tea scent that had almost never changed. It was a scent so familiar it made her heart race and her cheeks flush.

Moreover, Wen Qingyan had just said something so suggestive. She was eighteen, not eight; how could she not have wild thoughts? She just didn’t dare ask, fearing that any question would be a desecration of Wen Qingyan.

So, she stared at Wen Qingyan without blinking, her eyes clear and moist. It was a look of attachment 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 faking, and I haven’t lost my memory…”

While Wen Qingyan thought she was talking nonsense, she was also scorched by Si Nanyu’s gaze. She suddenly pulled back, her interrogative mood softening.

Then she heard Si Nanyu say: “Maybe, maybe I’m just drunk.” Si Nanyu’s wording was vague, but after thinking it over, she said with certainty: “It’s definitely the alcohol!” Then, her eyes flickering, she asked: “Then… what did Teacher Wen mean by what she said to my mom just now? And that doctor auntie…”

Wen Qingyan’s recently calmed nerves spiked again at Si Nanyu’s question. She was so angry she laughed: “Doctor… auntie?”

She let out a cold snort, crossed her arms, and walked toward her step by step: “Si Nanyu, why don’t you go look in a mirror and see how old you are.”

“See if your act of being eighteen actually looks convincing.”

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

Si Nanyu had almost never heard Wen Qingyan speak like this. While Wen Qingyan wasn’t exactly “gentle” and had a distant aura, she was never this cold or this easily provoked. But Si Nanyu had a bone-deep reflex when it came to Wen Qingyan-the-teacher; since Wen Qingyan handed it over, she took it and held it up to her face.

When she saw that face—both familiar and strange—Si Nanyu froze, her jaw dropping. 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 wasn’t the “cute” type, but she was only eighteen; her features hadn’t been that sharp yet, and she couldn’t imagine what she’d look like as a mature woman. The person in the mirror seemed to have the same features—deep eyes, a high nose, a more defined jawline that looked quite heroic—but her hair was mid-length…

Specifically, short in the front and longer in the back… It lacked the energy of her ponytail, possessing instead a somewhat decadent… beauty?

In short, she didn’t look eighteen. At a glance, 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.”

“And I am no longer your teacher, but your wife. You’d best not call me that in public.” Wen Qingyan’s expression was strange as she spoke, her gaze drifting and uneasy. In a place Si Nanyu couldn’t see, the tips of her ears had quietly turned red.

The reason was simple: the title “Teacher Wen” was something Si Nanyu now only called her in bed.

Si Nanyu, however, was completely shocked by her words and ignored the change in her expression. She put down the makeup mirror and looked at Wen Qingyan with a hint of terror. Her mind was filled with one thought…

She, she, she was actually twenty-eight?!

Ten years had just vanished?!

So, was she a time traveler, or… had she lost exactly ten years of memory? Either way, it was beyond bizarre. But what was even more unbelievable was her and… Wen Qingyan…

As this thought jumped into Si Nanyu’s head, she couldn’t help but let out a sliver of a smile. But before the thought could develop, she heard Wen Qingyan ask sharply: “Haven’t you had enough of this performance?”

By the time Si Nanyu made those faces, Wen Qingyan had already composed herself. She had been staring at Si Nanyu’s “changing faces” for several seconds. Watching her go from shock to collapse, to disbelief, and then to… a faint joy…

The changes were so fast it was dizzying. Wen Qingyan only felt annoyed, and her opening remark was full of sarcasm.

How could Si Nanyu not hear it? She heard it perfectly, but she couldn’t empathize with Wen Qingyan’s emotions. It was only her long-standing fear, respect, and “love” that made her sit up straight. She handed 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 the teacher wouldn’t take it, she moved her hands a bit closer.

She was certainly putting on a spirited performance. Wen Qingyan didn’t want to deal with her anymore; she reached out, grabbed the mirror, put it in her bag, and prepared to distance herself.

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

“N-nothing…” The moment Wen Qingyan looked back, there was irritation in her eyes. Si Nanyu didn’t dare ask—didn’t dare ask the question: Are we really married? Instead, she sat obediently and tried to shrink herself back under the covers.

Wen Qingyan hadn’t gone two steps when she was angered again by this panicked look. 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 mostly handled by Si Nanyu. So she… simply wanted to see how far Si Nanyu could take this act, and if a sudden movement 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 the back of Si Nanyu’s neck instinctively tightened, and her breathing grew heavy.

Because of this, she was looking directly into Si Nanyu’s face. To her surprise, the person who was usually unrestrained now had bright red cheeks, and even her neck was flushed. Seeing this, Wen Qingyan’s hand withdrew quickly.

Because it had been many, many years since she had seen such bashfulness on Si Nanyu. Her heart skipped a beat, and she walked toward the balcony with frantic steps.

The room was so quiet that only the beeping sound could be heard. Wen Qingyan didn’t speak, and Si Nanyu didn’t dare to. The red on her cheeks faded, gradually turning pale. Not having to face Wen Qingyan directly allowed her nervousness to subside, letting her think seriously about the situation.

She woke up and the world had turned upside down—from eighteen to twenty-eight. And the twenty-eight-year-old version of her seemed quite impressive; she actually married Wen Qingyan.

This fact made Si Nanyu a bit excited, but after the excitement, she realized she didn’t know how to interact with Wen Qingyan. Her intuition told her that their relationship might not be very good. The Wen Qingyan who dealt with the twenty-eight-year-old her was even scarier than the one from when she was eighteen…

Such a reality was hard for Si Nanyu to imagine. Putting herself in Wen Qingyan’s shoes, facing an eighteen-year-old soul in a twenty-eight-year-old body must seem ridiculous. It was normal for the teacher’s expression to be bad and her emotions to fluctuate.

Even Si Nanyu couldn’t accept this fact immediately, even if it was a fact that made her happy. Being older didn’t matter; she and Wen Qingyan were together and married. It was just that facing it was inevitably difficult—or rather, she felt helpless.

Si Nanyu scratched her head and looked at Wen Qingyan in the distance. The woman’s back was turned, making it impossible to guess her mood, but Si Nanyu figured it must be complicated.

“Little Wen, Little Wen! I bought the steamed buns you like most!”

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

Qin Hua, carrying bags and walking like a storm, undoubtedly broke the silence between Si Nanyu and Wen Qingyan. After the two shared a glance, they both looked toward Qin Hua. Wen Qingyan hid her coldness and walked toward Qin Hua with a shallow smile.

Since Si Nanyu was still on an IV, she couldn’t make big movements. She could only swallow and look at Qin Hua expectantly. She was starving. She hadn’t eaten anything before she started drinking, and she didn’t know how long she had been asleep.

Qin Hua noticed her longing gaze and gave her a slightly disgusted look: “Here, and the savory pancake you like.”

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

The light in Si Nanyu’s eyes instantly vanished. She looked down at the warm pancake… feeling a bit dejected.

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: “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 again. She took a steamed bun and thanked her gently: “Thank you, Mom, for remembering what I like.”

“Oh, it’s not that I remembered! It’s this girl, Nanyu… She might be a rascal, but when it comes to food, she doesn’t mess around!”

“She said you like flour-based foods. Every time she comes home for dumplings, she mentions it. She says you like them, but you love steamed buns the most.”

Although Qin Hua was a bit disgusted with Si Nanyu, she was still her daughter. she wanted to say something good about her, and it wasn’t an exaggeration—Si Nanyu really did say that every time…

But after she finished speaking cheerfully, Wen Qingyan fell silent. She lowered her eyes, making it impossible to read her mood, just staring at the bun without eating it.

Qin Hua was frustrated and glared at Si Nanyu. She didn’t expect Si Nanyu to be looking down too, opening the bag of the pancake and poking at something… Qin Hua was even angrier now, unable to say a word.

Little did she know… Si Nanyu was blushing.

After poking at her pancake, she rubbed her hot ears and blinked several times before looking up at Wen Qingyan, who was putting the bun in 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 mom everything? What would Wen Qingyan think of her? Si Nanyu couldn’t figure out what Wen Qingyan was thinking, 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, so she obediently got up to see Wen Qingyan off.

She felt a strange bashfulness and instinctively stood beside Qin Hua, waving lightly at Wen Qingyan: “Teacher Wen, walk slowly. Be careful on the road.”

Qin Hua looked at her suspiciously… Si Nanyu seemed not to notice, her eyes practically glued to Wen Qingyan.

Just then, the delivery arrived. Wen Qingyan faced Si Nanyu directly, handed her the porridge, and scrutinized her. Without thinking, Si Nanyu shrunk behind Qin Hua.

Because of her action, Qin Hua’s look turned from suspicious to bewildered… she looked at Si Nanyu with total confusion. Si Nanyu pursed her lips and nudged Qin Hua, then revealed her height—she was half a head taller than her mother—and took the pumpkin porridge with both hands.

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

Wen Qingyan left.

Si Nanyu sat back on the bed and took a sip of the scalding pumpkin porridge… and then let out a scream like a slaughtered pig: “AAAAH! MOM!”

“What are you screaming for?! Just because it’s a private room doesn’t mean you can lose all control!” 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!”

She actually made Qin Hua laugh out of pure anger. With her hands on her hips, Qin Hua stood by the bed and started scolding: “Is there something wrong with you? When Little Wen was here, you were like a mouse seeing a cat, hiding behind me and not even daring to look…”

“Now what’s this about?”

“Your wife isn’t even here anymore. Who are you putting on an act for? Who are you trying to attract?!”

“Me? You’re only attracting a beating from me!”

“I’m not! I’m not acting…!” Si Nanyu said stubbornly, though her voice lacked confidence. After all, it was true she wasn’t afraid of her mom, but she was afraid of Wen Qingyan.

When Wen Qingyan was there, she definitely had a “disguise” on. Instinctively, she didn’t want Wen Qingyan to have a bad impression of her. Now that Wen Qingyan was gone, she grew bolder. Her nature began to resurface, and questions started pouring out of her head.

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

Her voice trembled as she asked: “She’s really… my wife?”

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