Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Back from her honeymoon, Wen Zhi started taking driving lessons.

The training ground was private, and the instructor exclusive. For safety reasons, a dozen security guards were arranged to just stand around watching at all times.

With so many people doing nothing but staring as she practiced, the instructor didn’t mind, but Wen Zhi was stressing him out.

Honestly? In his entire career, he had never encountered a student so hopeless at driving.

Tell her to go, she stops; tell her to signal, she honks. Every. Single. Time she reversed into a parking space, she crossed the line. On uphill stops, she’d drive off immediately, only to realize after a full lap that she hadn’t fastened her seatbelt.

Once might be forgivable, but every single time? The instructor was ready to quit.

By the tenth day, the instructor couldn’t take it anymore and begged Yun Songzhang to let him quit.

After that, seven or eight more instructors were hired one after another, but none stuck around.

Yun Songzhang stared at Wen Zhi for a long time, utterly puzzled. "You learn musical instruments so quickly—why is this any different?"

Wen Zhi rolled her eyes. "How is a hunk of metal the same as a piano?"

"Fair point," Yun Songzhang said. "I’ll teach you myself."

From then on, Yun Songzhang worked at the company in the mornings and spent his afternoons teaching her to drive. With others, she was highly nervous, but with Yun Songzhang in the car, he steadied her—even her legs didn’t shake during uphill stops.

After a few practice rounds, Wen Zhi pleaded, "On exam day, you have to wait for me at the finish line, or I’ll definitely fail."

Yun Songzhang handed her a cup of lemon tea. "Fine, I’ll stay with you the whole way."

For both the second and third driving tests, Yun Songzhang drove alongside her the entire time. The examiners watched the two of them as if they were a spectacle, throwing off other test-takers.

Even so, Wen Zhi took three tries to pass each test.

On her first day driving after getting her license, she was rear-ended—because she was driving like a grandma. Wen Zhi firmly insisted it wasn’t her fault, but after that, Yun Songzhang refused to let her drive again. Her perfectly good license ended up gathering dust in a drawer.

Wen Zhi eyed his luxury cars longingly, so Yun Songzhang simply sold all but two for daily use. Frustrated, Wen Zhi pouted until Mu Mu came running over, saying he’d take her to play bumper cars—where crashing was part of the fun.

It was... an idea.

Yun Songzhang went ahead and built a bumper car track on the empty lot behind their old home. Mu Mu invited Sen Sen and his entire class to come play. Among the crowd of children, one adult stuck out like a sore thumb. The kids all thought Mu Mu’s mom was so pretty and chill, while his dad was cool and collected.

After getting her license, Wen Zhi’s greatest hobbies became shopping and eating good food. Yun Songzhang accompanied her whenever he had time. When he was busy, Mu Mu kept her company, but since he had school, she was often bored.

One day, when she complained about boredom again, Mu Mu looked up from his textbook and suggested earnestly, "Mom, why don’t you have a little sister? Uncle Xiao Wen said his mom was so busy after having a sister that she never got bored again."

Wen Zhi did a double take. "You want a sister?"

Mu Mu thought for a moment. "If she's another Xiao Xiao, sure. But the main thing is that you’d have someone to keep you company. When she grows up, she could go shopping for clothes and bags or catch movies with you."

Wen Zhi seriously considered her son’s suggestion and brought it up to Yun Songzhang when he returned.

Yun Songzhang showed no immediate reaction, only smiling as he asked, "Why the sudden thought?" he said evasively.

Wen Zhi leaned in close. "Don’t you want a daughter?"

Yun Songzhang put his book down and rubbed his temples. "I’m beat tonight. Let’s sleep—I have an early meeting tomorrow."

Wen Zhi asked suspiciously, "We hadn't agreed on having a meeting."

Yun Songzhang replied, "It was a last-minute decision by the executives. Go to sleep."

In the following days, he was either working overtime or attending business dinners.

Since their marriage, she had never seen him so busy with work or socializing. Wen Zhi felt he was deliberately avoiding her and confronted him at the company, pushing him so hard.

Yun Songzhang finally came clean: "I think having Mu Mu is enough. I don’t want another child, whether it’s a son or a daughter. If you’re really bored, you can come to the company with me or do a cameo in Movie Queen Liu's film crew."

Under her searching look, Yun Songzhang conceded and explained, "There are always risks with childbirth. Do you remember how close you were to losing your life when you gave birth to Mu Mu? I don’t want to spend another night copying Buddhist scriptures—that was agony." Even with today’s advanced technology, he was still afraid.

Wen Zhi was stunned: Had he… just admitted his identity?

"Do you know what you’re saying?"

Yun Songzhang nodded seriously. "Yes, I saw the red silk in the pouch on our wedding day."

Wen Zhi looked at his earnest face and started laughing, completely amused. Then she asked, "So, Author Shen really spent the whole night writing scriptures? I thought you made that up."

Yun Songzhang, now that his cover was blown, sighed. "So, can we not have another child?"

Wen Zhi replied, "I didn’t want one either. I was just afraid you might, so I asked on purpose."

Hearing this, Yun Songzhang breathed a huge sigh of relief: Thank goodness, thank goodness. As long as she didn’t want one, it was fine.

Otherwise, if she kept bringing it up, he would surely soften.

That was just how he was—had no defenses against her.

With both her son and husband trying so hard, being idle for too long also made her tired. So, she decided to make up for the education she had missed, studying all the way to university and graduating with a diploma to show her parents.

Yun Songzhang fully supported her decision and specifically hired tutors to help her catch up, starting from junior high level.

Wen Zhi didn’t like strangers tutoring her, so Yun Songzhang had no choice but to take on the task himself.

Thus, when Secretary Xia brought tea into the CEO’s office, she found her boss going through paperwork while teaching his wife chemistry.

In the executive meeting room, the CEO listened to reports while explaining physics to his wife.

Coming and going from work, employees often overheard the CEO conversing with his wife in English.

It was practically like babysitting at work.

Many employees had children at home, and everyone knew that tutoring homework was the ultimate test of patience. Even the good-natured Secretary Xia would still lose her cool when teaching her own daughter.

Yet, the CEO kept his patience for three years straight—it was nothing short of saintly.

Secretary Xia worked up the nerve to ask her boss for the secret to staying calm. Yun Songzhang glanced at her and said coolly, "When you truly adore someone, teaching them a hundred times just feels like a reward." Besides, Xiao Zhi was far more talented in academics than in driving.

Secretary Xia: She was absolutely certain she adored her little girl, but… how did that help with homework? The urge to snap remained unchanged.

Well, their CEO had no defenses against Sister Zhi.

Under Yun Songzhang’s guidance, Wen Zhi eventually received her university admission letter and graduated with dual degrees in Chinese Literature and Foreign Languages with outstanding grades.

Just as netizens were marveling at the qualifications she posted online, they were further dazzled by her achievements: Go professional (9-dan), Senior Cultural Relics Appraiser, First-Grade Calligrapher, National Theater Dance Instructor, and a dozen-plus certifications in various musical instruments.

Holy crap, is she even human?

The promised slacker life, yet Sister Zhi pulled off a comeback.

Turns out even top students can have top student parents.

Just as netizens were losing their minds, Wen Zhi transformed again, heading to the university to give a lecture on art and antique appraisal.

So beautiful, so rich, and still so hardworking—give the rest of us a chance!

During the Q&A session, when a student representative asked what she couldn’t do, Wen Zhi shrugged: "What you see are just the things I can do. There’s actually a lot I can’t. For example, my husband peels all the shrimp I eat. Even though I have a driver’s license, he’s always the one driving me. I’ve never lasted till the end in PUBG unless he carried me."

The students and netizens, already envious, got an unwanted dose of PDA.

"No wonder Sister Zhi looks younger and younger—she’s being pampered rotten by her husband."

"Having an outstanding son and a ridiculously hot billionaire husband—she must be pinching herself. How could she not stay young?"

"I think it’s mostly due to doing good deeds. The Wen family and Sister Zhi herself often do charity work. Earlier this year, they donated a lot of money to victims of the disaster in the north. Good deeds naturally bring good rewards."

After scrolling through fan comments, Wen Zhi suddenly looked up at Yun Songzhang, who was going through paperwork: "Yizhi, do you know why I’m so passionate about charity?"

Yun Songzhang turned to her: "Hasn’t the Wen family always done charity? Is there a special reason?" His in-laws had also been fond of charity when they were alive.

Wen Zhi smiled: "When I was little, Grandpa loved charity too. Mom and Dad often took me along, but Second Uncle hated it. He even mocked Dad for being foolish, copying Grandpa by giving money away. Later, Dad told me that while charity helps others, the kindness you give will always return in another form to those you love."

She stared at him: "When Chen Yuyao told me you might have come to the modern era, I searched for you for so long and donated so much money. See? Our family can still be together—how wonderful."

Yun Songzhang’s eyes widened slightly, his paused pen dripping ink and ruining a whole sheet of paper.

He couldn’t help but ask: "When did Your Majesty first fall for your humble servant?"

Wen Zhi instantly put on her imperial consort airs, straightening her posture: "Probably at our first meeting... or maybe when I locked eyes with the top scholar across the lake." She had been moved, but back then, she was an imperial consort—how could someone like her reach for someone so untouchable?

Eagerly, she asked: "And you? When did you start liking this consort?"

Yun Songzhang set down his pen and walked over, cupping her face with tender devotion, his voice soft and brimming with endless love: "This servant cannot say... This servant only knows that wherever Your Majesty is, this servant belongs..." Whoever dared harm her, he would burn the whole empire down without hesitation.

Wen Zhi, weak for a pretty face and smooth voice, couldn’t handle him like this.

Shamelessly, she asked: "How about we do something meaningful? Like some midday fun between the sheets?"

The man holding her chuckled his approval: "Alright..."

A few more years passed, and Mu Mu entered a gifted program for young students.

Yun Songzhang decided to "retire" and travel the world with Wen Zhi.

On their way, they received a call from Liu Yiru.

The moment Liu Yiru heard Yun Songzhang had retired, she wailed in protest: "You two are retiring so young—how can you even sleep at night?"

Wen Zhi shot back: "Why wouldn’t I sleep? I’ve been retired for years. Meanwhile, you’re loaded—why keep hustling so hard?"

Liu Yiru declared she’d keep at it till she dropped, still performing on stage even in her seventies or eighties.

Wen Zhi: "You do you."

Intermittently, Yun Songzhang’s dotting voice could be heard in the background.

Liu Yiru sighed: "Not many husbands can stay that devoted as Yun Songzhang for over a decade."

Some people just get younger looking as they get older.

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