Chapter 19 – Dr. Wen, why are you distracted

He grabbed his backpack and didn’t have time to bid Wu Fan a farewell before hurrying off after him.

While walking, he opened the bag and pulled out the down jacket inside.

He stuffed it in rather carelessly earlier, so his pants were tangled up with the jacket, and he couldn’t separate them with just one hand.

He stepped out of the café like that, and the cold wind pierced right through his sweater. Bai Mu Ning’s nose stung, his whole body trembled, and even his teeth started chattering.

The next second, warmth came. Wen Jing’s gray wool coat fell over him, wrapping him up tightly.

The coat still held Wen Jing’s residual warmth, driving away the cold and bringing comfort. It was like stepping from winter straight into spring.

But wasn’t this a little too much like a scene from a romance idol drama!

The most ridiculous part was, he had a jacket ah!

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Wen Jing glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and spat out a word that seemed utterly out of place in the cold weather: “Hot.”

“…?”

Wow. Weren’t people always saying young folks had stronger firepower? How come someone middle-aged could still burn this hot?

Bai Mu Ning looked Wen Jing up and down, thinking this man really wasn’t bluffing. His firepower was on par with those young guys.

When would he ever reach that level?

So jealous.

Obediently getting into the car with Wen Jing, Bai Mu Ning took off the coat, wanting to return it. But remembering the women’s clothes he had on, he pulled it tighter again.

He yanked off the hat and wig, fixing his messy hair in the mirror.

Much more presentable now. He had no idea what Wen Jing thought about him crossdressing.

Just a few days ago, he’d sworn that the women’s clothes were for his baby. Now they were on his own body; this kind of slap in the face hurt more than an actual one.

Still, Bai Mu Ning was grateful that he didn’t know how to do makeup. Otherwise, it would’ve been even more embarrassing right now.

Wen Jing stayed silent, eyes fixed ahead, but made no move to drive. The engine was running, but he didn’t seem to be waiting for traffic, his brows were furrowed, as if deep in thought.

But after a brief moment, the silent Wen Jing finally spoke. “What are you doing?”

His tone wasn’t particularly loud or harsh, yet it carried a pressure that made Bai Mu Ning instantly feel cornered, like being interrogated by a parent.

Wen Jing didn’t have to spell it out. Bai Mu Ning knew exactly what he meant: he was asking about the crossdressing blind date.

“Blind date,” Bai Mu Ning answered honestly, then quickly added, “Helping someone else. I got paid.”

Honestly, there was nothing shameful about it. He earned money with his own skills. Didn’t steal or rob anyone, so what was there to be embarrassed about?

With that thought, Bai Mu Ning grew even calmer in facing Wen Jing.

No matter how Wen Jing saw him or looked down on him, he wasn’t going to give up his way of making money.

However, Wen Jing didn’t react the way Bai Mu Ning had imagined—no sarcasm, no pressing questions. Instead, he let out what seemed like a breath of relief and said, “Don’t add strangers on WeChat. You don’t know what their intentions are.”

“Don’t eat cake from strangers either.”

“…?” Their intention was to hire a blind date, wasn’t it?

But, was that really the point?

Why wasn’t he saying anything about the crossdressing?

Bai Mu Ning couldn’t figure Wen Jing out. He hadn’t been able to since the very first day they met. All he could do was respond obediently, “Oh, got it.”

The heater was on in the car, and by now the temperature had risen. Bai Mu Ning took off the coat and held it in his arms.

Wen Jing’s gaze swept over him from head to toe, then he looked away. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said, “Go change your clothes.”

“Oh, got it.”

Bai Mu Ning sat in the passenger seat and started undressing, first yanking off the pink polka-dot tie, then unbuttoning the knitted sweater.

Wen Jing, clearly getting a headache, said, “Go to the back.”

His voice was a little forceful, like he was holding something back.

Bai Mu Ning figured Wen Jing must really hate seeing him in women’s clothes. He probably found it too much of an eyesore. That would explain why he avoided looking at him and spoke so coldly.

He tossed the coat back at Wen Jing, then took off his shoes, grabbed his backpack, and climbed through the gap between the seats to the backseat to change.

Wen Jing didn’t say anything, just focused on driving.

But Bai Mu Ning thought Wen Jing must be quite angry. Otherwise, why did his face look so ugly?

Not that Bai Mu Ning cared whether Wen Jing’s expression was ugly or not. Sitting in the back seat, he took out a pair of sweatpants, planning to pull them on directly.

But then he realized the skirt was still around his waist, and putting the pants on over it would feel bothersome, so he started to take the skirt off first.

Yet as he was doing that, he couldn’t shake the feeling of a searing gaze following him, making him very uncomfortable.

He looked up toward the front. Wen Jing was focused on driving, not even glancing at him.

Alright, maybe he was just being paranoid.

After taking off the skirt, Bai Mu Ning thought the nude-colored thermal leggings looked awful. What kind of proper man wore nude leggings?

If someone saw him, they’d definitely laugh.

Might as well take them off too. Left with two bare, smooth, fair legs, Bai Mu Ning sat sideways in the back seat, flipping the leggings inside out.

Even though the lining was the same color, it was fuzzy. Wearing them made him feel like Monkey King—not girly at all.

Monkey King wore a tiger-print skirt and still wasn’t girly. What was the problem with him wearing fleece-lined leggings?

Bai Mu Ning didn’t have much leg hair. When he was a kid, other boys had such thick leg hair that it looked like they were already wearing long johns, it made him dizzy just looking at it. But Bai Mu Ning was an anomaly, and his classmates all said he was like a girl.

Who said leg hair defined masculinity? As long as you had the important stuff, that’s what mattered.

Other people didn’t think that way, though, and they kept their distance from him. Bai Mu Ning didn’t care. He was there to study, not to make friends.

While Bai Mu Ning was patiently pulling on his fleece leggings, something suddenly happened up front. The smooth ride was cut off by an abrupt brake, followed by a loud bang.

The sudden stop sent Bai Mu Ning’s body lurching forward, but Wen Jing reacted quickly and reached out to block him. Otherwise, Bai Mu Ning would’ve flown straight ahead.

His pants weren’t even pulled up yet, and his Patrick Star underwear was still exposed. If he’d flown out of the car like that, it would’ve been a scandal people wouldn’t stop talking about for days.

You might think you’re just changing clothes, but to others, it definitely looked like something shady.

“Are you okay?” Wen Jing paused mid-sentence. “Pull your pants up.”

Blushing, Bai Mu Ning quickly sat back down and yanked his pants up. When he looked up toward the front, he finally noticed they had rear-ended someone.

Wen Jing got out first to deal with the situation, and once Bai Mu Ning finished dressing, he followed.

The other driver was a big, burly man with a full beard and a slightly grimy appearance.

After finishing a phone call, he began berating Wen Jing, “How the hell were you driving? I stopped at the red light in front of me a long time ago. Couldn’t you see it?”

“Look what you’ve done to my car! I just picked it up today, fresh outta the 4S. I haven’t even broken it in yet, and now look, you rammed right into it.”

“Old Brother, you’re killing brother here.”

Wen Jing apologized politely and calmly. “I’m very sorry, I got distracted for a moment. I’ve already contacted the insurance company. They’ll be here shortly to assess everything, and I’ll fully cover your damages.”

Seeing Wen Jing’s courteous demeanor, the burly driver softened. “Alright then, but brother, focus when you drive. Whatever was on your mind, was it really so urgent it had to be thought about now? You were driving!”

Wen Jing apologized again.

Bai Mu Ning, now full of curiosity, climbed back into the car. Unable to contain himself, he asked eagerly, “Dr. Wen, why are you distracted?”

“What were you thinking about?”

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Author’s Note:

Wen Jing: Thinking about how to play you to death.