Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 129: I Belong Only to You

"One night passed without a word," the little fox deliberately remarked.

Lin Zhengran narrowed his eyes at her. Once he realized what she was implying, he casually flicked her forehead.

"Ow!" Han Wenwen yelped in protest.

Lin Zhengran: "Been reading too many novels, huh? Where’d you pick up all this nonsense?"

Han Wenwen pouted, rubbing her forehead with one hand while resting the other on her smooth, fair thigh. She turned her head away, pretending to be indifferent.

"Isn’t this how it always goes in novels? A man and a woman spend the night together in silence… and everyone knows what that means."

Lin Zhengran sighed. No wonder He Qing always said Wenwen filled her head with nonsense.

At this point, he didn’t even need to doubt it—at least half of He Qing’s dirty thoughts had probably been influenced by this fox.

Just then, Lin Zhengran’s phone rang.

He checked the caller ID—it was his mother.

Han Wenwen, unaware of who was calling, glanced back at him.

Lin Zhengran answered, "Hey, Mom? What’s up?"

On the other end, Lin Xiaoli asked, "Ranran, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

Hearing this, Han Wenwen’s expression shifted slightly. Her delicate fingers grazed Lin Zhengran’s thigh, as if trying to convey something.

Lin Zhengran immediately understood her meaning and replied, "I won’t be home for dinner tonight. I’m eating out with someone and will head back later."

Lin Xiaoli sighed, already used to it. "Not coming home again? Alright then, your dad and I won’t wait up. Stay safe, okay?"

"Got it, Mom."

The moment the call ended, a satisfied smile flickered across Han Wenwen’s lips.

But she still pretended to be nonchalant, turning away and feigning ignorance.

"Oh? Zhengran-ge isn’t going home tonight? Who are you having dinner with?"

Lin Zhengran, deciding to tease her, kept a serious expression.

"I have plans with a friend this afternoon. After I leave here, I’m heading out to meet him for dinner, so I won’t be staying here for too long."

Han Wenwen immediately spun around, looking completely betrayed.

"A friend? You’re not eating with me?!"

The moment she caught his teasing gaze, she realized he was messing with her.

Pouting, she glared at him—her expression was a mix of anger, helplessness, and shyness.

"Zhengran-ge, you’re so annoying! You never used to tease me like this!"

She huffed. "I don’t care if you really have plans or not. You just got here, so I won’t let you leave!"

Lin Zhengran’s phone buzzed again—this time, a message from Jiang Xueli.

[Zhengran, are you home yet?]

He replied while speaking to Han Wenwen.

"Don’t worry, I’m not leaving. But what’s for dinner? Besides your burnt chicken cutlets, is there anything else?"

"Of course there is!" Han Wenwen shot back.

Then, noticing his phone, she leaned in curiously.

"Who are you texting now?"

"Lily. She was just checking if I made it home."

"Oh? And did you reply?"

"Yeah, I told her I did. She said she just started eating and told me to rest early tonight."

Han Wenwen’s fox-like eyes glimmered with mischief.

She immediately caught onto the deeper meaning behind Jiang Xueli’s words.

Clearly, something must have happened between them these past few days.

A knowing smirk spread across her lips as she reached out and blocked Lin Zhengran’s phone screen with her hand.

"Since you’re done replying, no need to chat anymore, right?"

Then, in a sweet yet mischievous tone, she purred,

"Zhengran-ge~ What’s up with this ‘Lily’ thing, huh? You used to always call her by her full name."

Lin Zhengran looked at her and answered matter-of-factly.

"Changed it."

Han Wenwen snatched his phone, setting it aside.

She leaned forward, her hands pressing against the bed as she stared him down.

"And why’s that? People don’t just randomly change nicknames for no reason."

Lin Zhengran remained calm. "No real reason. Just felt like it."

Han Wenwen narrowed her eyes.

"Does she know she’s your girlfriend now?"

"Mm. You’re really sharp."

Han Wenwen puffed her cheeks, her expression instantly sour.

"I knew it! That explains why you showed up so late today."

She whipped out her phone and checked the time.

"I texted you at 3 PM, and now…" She squinted at the screen. "It’s already past 6 PM!"

"I got dressed and waited at home this entire time," she complained. "And yet someone didn’t seem the least bit eager to come see me."

Lin Zhengran chuckled. "I was late because of the competition, not for any other reason."

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed a red scratch on Han Wenwen’s right ring finger.

"What happened to your hand?"

Han Wenwen glanced at it, seemingly unaware until now.

"Huh? No idea. Maybe I scratched it while changing clothes earlier. I didn’t even feel it."

"Let me see."

Even though she was sulking, she obediently stretched out her hand.

Lin Zhengran took her hand, examining the tiny wound.

Her fingers were slender, fair, and soft—more delicate compared to Jiang Xueli or He Qing’s hands.

When he gently touched the scratch, Han Wenwen’s brows knitted slightly, and she pursed her lips.

"Does it hurt?"

She nodded.

"A little bit."

"Do you have band-aids at home?"

She pointed toward the bedside drawer.

"I think I have a few in there."

Lin Zhengran found one and carefully wrapped her finger, securing it neatly.

Han Wenwen watched his every movement—his touch gentle and precise.

Although she had been feeling jealous and pouty, the moment he focused on tending to her wound, those feelings melted away.

"Alright," Lin Zhengran said, letting go of her hand. "Be more careful next time."

But Han Wenwen didn’t pull her hand away.

Instead, she tightened her grip, intertwining her fingers with his.

"My mind’s been full of you these past few days," she murmured. "How could I even notice if I got hurt?"

She suddenly leaned sideways, resting her head on his lap like a lazy, affectionate fox.

Her voice softened.

"I really missed you, Zhengran-ge…"

She sighed.

"I wanted to text you so badly, but I was afraid I’d interrupt your competition with Lily… Afraid I’d disturb your time together…"

Pausing, she buried her face deeper into his lap.

"You know, I never used to understand why guys would get so jealous over a girl."

"But now?"

She exhaled deeply.

"Now I get it. Knowing the person you like is spending time with another girl—it sucks."

Lin Zhengran stroked her soft hair, his fingers brushing through her silky locks.

She nuzzled into him, her eyes filled with jealousy and longing.

He reassured her, "That’s why I came over right after the competition. I knew you were waiting."

Han Wenwen lifted her head, then suddenly sat upright, positioning herself directly in front of him.

She leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin.

"You weren’t planning to go home first? Eat dinner, take a shower, sleep, then visit me?" she teased.

She pouted dramatically.

"If you’d done all that, I’d have been dead waiting in this apartment!"

She leaned closer, her voice a soft murmur.

"Zhengran-ge… don’t you feel bad for me? I’m a fox who only has eyes for you."

"Be serious."

"I'm being serious."

"And besides that?"

Han Wenwen shook her head while lying comfortably in his arms. Her long, smooth legs were already up on the bed, bent slightly beside Lin Zhengran’s.

But her restless feet kept rubbing against his leg from time to time.

"Then I’ve just been gaming, recording some videos. But I feel like when I play alone, my skill improvement is so slow! Whenever Zhengran-ge is with me, I learn so much faster—it’s like magic! Oh, by the way, I hit Master rank these past few days!"

"Master? That was pretty fast."

"Of course! Your little fox is amazing!" She grinned proudly.

"But the last two ranks are really tough. I think it'll take a while. Oh, and I found out there’s some gaming content creator tournament happening soon? The prize pool is over 10,000 yuan! It was originally scheduled for the first half of the year, but this morning, I checked again, and they delayed it to the second half of the year. The best part? You don’t even need to leave home to play—but it requires a duo partner."

She looked at Lin Zhengran, gently placing a finger on his lips.

"Zhengran-ge, are you busy in the second half of the year? Will you team up with me? If I have you, that money is basically ours already!"

"I don’t even know how to answer that," Lin Zhengran said, chuckling. "‘Second half of the year’ is a pretty vague timeframe."

"But the tournament is still in its early stages, so I don’t even know the exact date yet."

Lin Zhengran thought about it. This must be Jiang Jingshi’s tournament.

After all, he had looked it up last night, and this was the only high-prize competition happening anytime soon.

"Let’s wait for the actual date first. If it works with my schedule, I’ll join you."

Han Wenwen’s eyes lit up as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Then it's a deal! You’ll stay home and duo with me for the tournament!"

"Alright."

Just as Lin Zhengran finished speaking, Han Wenwen’s red sash slipped down from her waist.

It revealed the lace lining of her underwear, dangerously close to the hem of her hanfu.

Lin Zhengran raised an eyebrow.

"Wenwen, where’s your safety shorts? Are you just wearing this?"

Han Wenwen realized his gaze and immediately covered herself, her face turning crimson.

"Ah! Of course! Why would I wear safety shorts at home?"

She then smirked, lowering her voice teasingly.

"Zhengran-ge, what’s with that reaction? Didn’t I already say this outfit was meant to seduce you? I’m your person. Why would I be embarrassed?"

But the moment she said that, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Leaning in close to his ear, she whispered the truth:

"Actually, I forgot. I thought I was wearing them. But don’t worry, Zhengran-ge, I’d never wear this outside—only at home, just for you."

Lin Zhengran was speechless.

Suddenly, Han Wenwen sniffed the air.

Like a little pup, she nuzzled closer, inhaling the scent on Lin Zhengran’s shirt.

Her expression shifted.

"Zhengran-ge… what’s that smell on you?"

"What smell? I don’t think I smell like anything."

He sniffed himself but didn’t notice anything unusual.

Han Wenwen let out an ‘oh’, suddenly remembering.

"I forgot—you don’t know about this. Let me tell you a little secret."

She grinned mischievously.

"Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had a special ability that I never told anyone about—I have an extremely sharp sense of smell."

"Oh?" Lin Zhengran wasn’t particularly concerned.

"Yeah! And I don’t just mean normal smells. If I really focus, I can even detect scents from things you touched days ago."

"Is that so?"

"You don’t believe me, do you?" Han Wenwen smirked.

"Let’s test it, then!"

"Go ahead."

The little fox sat up, pressing her entire body against Lin Zhengran as she sniffed.

She nuzzled into his chest, sniffing his shirt, his arms, and even his hand.

Then, her expression darkened.

She glared at him for a moment before suddenly leaning in and sniffing his neck—and then, his lips.

Lin Zhengran found it amusing.

"Well? What’d you pick up?"

Han Wenwen’s lips curled into a sly smile.

"A lot."

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She tapped his right shoulder.

"For example, Lily leaned on your shoulder recently, didn’t she? And I don’t mean just hooking arms—I mean resting her head on your shoulder."

Lin Zhengran blinked.

He recalled that the day before Jiang Xueli’s competition, she had buried her face against his shoulder out of nervousness.

Not only that…

Han Wenwen continued, "And she hugged you, too, right?"

Lin Zhengran exhaled.

"Your sense of smell is insane. That was two days ago, and you can still tell?"

"Impressive, huh?" Han Wenwen beamed.

"But that’s not all."

She sniffed the front of his shirt again, her expression turning serious.

"At first, I wasn’t completely sure. But now that I’ve checked thoroughly, I’m certain—there’s another woman’s scent on you."

Lin Zhengran: "…"

Han Wenwen bit her lip, tapping her chin.

"This scent is very faint but mixed with high-end shampoo. Based on the smell, I’d say you didn’t hug her—more like she accidentally bumped into you or something."

She picked up his hand, examining it.

"And you helped her up with this hand, didn’t you?"

For once, Lin Zhengran was genuinely impressed.

"You really have an overpowered ability. You’ve had this since you were a kid?"

Han Wenwen nodded.

"Yep! But I can’t smell everyone this accurately. I’ve known you for so long, and foxes are most sensitive to their master’s scent. That’s why I can read you so well."

"What if I changed my shampoo?"

"It wouldn’t matter! I’m not sniffing the shampoo, Zhengran-ge. I’m smelling your scent. No matter what soap or perfume you use, I’d still recognize you!"

Then, she tilted her head, her smile growing sly.

"That aside… who’s this new girl, Zhengran-ge?"

She pretended to be open-minded, but there was a dangerous undertone in her voice.

"You’re not thinking about four girlfriends, are you? Because from the way it smells, you spent quite a while with her. And don’t even try to say she was a random passerby."

She tugged at his shirt collar.

"Besides, I know she wiped something off you. There’s a faint trace of lipstick and makeup remover on your shoulder."

Lin Zhengran: "…"

Han Wenwen huffed, unable to hold back her jealousy anymore.

"Zhengran-ge! Who is she?!"

"No one special. She just tripped, and I helped her up. That’s why her lipstick smudged on me, and she wiped it off."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"…Was she pretty?"

"She was okay."

Han Wenwen clicked her tongue.

"‘Okay’ means she was stunning. Zhengran-ge, your standards are insanely high. Now tell me—was she prettier than me?"

Lin Zhengran hesitated.

"You two have different styles, so I can’t compare. You’re both beautiful."

Han Wenwen pouted, then dramatically flopped onto his chest.

"Ugh! I don’t wanna talk to you anymore! Flirty bastard!"