Chapter 115: I'll Just Change My Clothes and It'll Be Fine (Second Update)

Gu Niancun looked at Wen Yichen. Finally, after a few seconds, he parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a faint "Morning."

It was a nonchalant greeting, yet it carried an inexplicable undercurrent of tension. The two shared a smile, though it did not reach their eyes. Who would have guessed that such an ordinary greeting could hide such turbulent waves? Wen Yichen glanced down at Jiang Muwen in his arms, then looked back up at Gu Niancun. He said nothing, yet his expression seemed to declare his territory to Gu Niancun: Jiang Muwen was in his arms, and she was his girl now.

Watching the young man before him, Gu Niancun’s face remained exceptionally calm. His deep eyes seemed to hold a vast expanse of stars, making his thoughts impossible to fathom.

"I’m taking her back to rest." Wen Yichen curled his lips in a polite gesture toward Gu Niancun. With that, he turned and began to ascend the stairs, carrying Jiang Muwen step by step. On the surface, the young man appeared calm, but inside, he was secretly brimming with joy—so much so that every cell in his body seemed to be cheering at the recent scene.

Considering that everyone else had yet to wake up and it would be intrusive to barge into the girls' room, Wen Yichen chose to carry Jiang Muwen into his own room.

He opened the bedroom door with great care. The room was empty, and the curtains were not yet fully drawn. Sunlight filtered through the gap between them, spilling softly onto the floor. The quilt on the bed remained as it had been when he got up—half-tossed to the side—and the clean sheets seemed to still hold his lingering warmth.

Holding Jiang Muwen, he walked carefully to the bedside and gently set her down. She seemed to be in a deep slumber; she had not stirred once since he had picked her up.

Wen Yichen tucked the quilt around Jiang Muwen with tender care. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the girl, and reached out involuntarily, his fingertips brushing lightly over her hair while his thumb gently traced her forehead. She was truly an adorable girl—so adorable that he wanted to protect her for the rest of his life, never letting any other boy take her away from him.

"Sweet dreams, Jiang Muwen." Wen Yichen looked at her, his lips curving upward of their own accord. The name "Jiang Muwen" sounded beautiful; when you pronounced it clearly and fully, you would find that your lips naturally formed a smile.

***

Wen Yichen did not want to disturb Jiang Muwen’s peaceful sleep. After sitting for a while, he stood up from the edge of the bed, turned, and quietly left the room.

Breakfast had already been prepared and placed on the dining table on the first floor, ready for anyone who woke up to eat. Wen Yichen had been sitting at the table for a while, and he had just taken a bite of toast when Bai Xu approached with a freshly ladled bowl of pumpkin porridge.

Whether someone had spilled water on the floor or for some other reason, Bai Xu’s foot slipped as he walked. Before he could react, he lost his balance and stumbled forward two steps. The bowl of pumpkin porridge flew from his hands, tracing an imperfect arc through the air before splashing magnificently onto Wen Yichen’s white shirt, leaving a prominent stain on his sleeve like a splatter of ink.

Before Bai Xu could even let out a cry, Wen Yichen’s shirt was already soaked in the thick, golden-yellow mess.

"Ah!" Wen Yichen instinctively stood up from his chair and stepped back. His deep voice cut through the previous silence. After a brief warmth, a chill crept across his skin; his damp shirt carried the rich, lingering scent of pumpkin porridge.

He looked at the stain on his clothes, reflexively lifting his hands to avoid the porridge-covered fabric, pinching the material gingerly and pulling it away from his body. The sensation was absolutely dreadful.

Wen Yichen glanced up at Bai Xu, his dark brows slightly furrowed. Although there was little blame in his eyes, the look still made Bai Xu shudder. *Oh no, I think I’ve made a huge mistake.*

"Brother Chen, I’m so sorry!" Bai Xu said, grabbing two napkins from the nearby table. He hurried over to Wen Yichen, frantically wiping at the porridge on the shirt regardless of the consequences. He thought he could clean it up, but his efforts only made the mess worse. "I messed up, Brother Chen! I didn’t know I was going to trip..."

"Forget it, forget it." Seeing that Bai Xu was only making things worse, Wen Yichen reached out to stop him, taking the napkins from his hand. "Stop wiping. I’ll go upstairs and change."

"Brother Chen, please don’t be mad..." Although he had known Wen Yichen for years, Bai Xu’s eyes betrayed his anxiety. He knew that Wen Yichen was a man who loved cleanliness—someone who wouldn't even get a speck of dirt on his white clothes on a normal day. Having to deal with such a suffocating situation, he was probably on the verge of losing it.

***

"It’s fine, I’m just going to change." Wen Yichen knew Bai Xu hadn't done it on purpose, so he didn't blame him too much. He placed the napkins on the table, turned, and headed back upstairs.

The moment he opened the bedroom door, the room was still quiet. Jiang Muwen was still fast asleep, her breathing steady and reassuring.

Wen Yichen walked on tiptoe to the bedside, leaned down to open his backpack, pulled out a fresh white shirt, and then stepped lightly into the room’s en-suite bathroom.

Jiang Muwen was sleeping soundly, and since Wen Yichen rarely locked the doors at home, he habitually slid the bathroom door shut behind him without locking it. He turned and hung up the shirt.

His well-defined hands reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it. His jade-like skin was gradually exposed to the air, reflected in the large mirror. In the next second, he stripped off the stained white shirt. However, even without the shirt, his arms still seemed to carry the faint scent of pumpkin porridge. It wasn't strong, but the thought of putting on a clean shirt while smelling like that made Wen Yichen feel repulsed.

*Forget it, I’ll just take a shower.* With that thought, he walked over to the faucet, flicked it upward, and in the next moment, hot water began to pour from the showerhead.

When Jiang Muwen woke up, the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped. The room was deathly quiet, and she was the only one on the large bed. She opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling for a while, and let her gaze sweep across the room before she sat up in a daze. *Wait... this isn't the room that Gu Nianxi and I picked out.*