Chapter 11  –  Although He’s Crazy, His Body Is Damn Seductive

The original female lead hated the crazy male lead even more due to the bet, worsening Qin Mohuai condition.

But Xia Yuan took the opposite approach. By going along with the crazy male lead’s wishes, she earned 2 love points, at the cost of her weak body working all night…

A tall, pale, and cold man with slightly tousled blue hair walked out of the wardrobe, wearing only loose gray pajama pants. His toned, slender arm held a pink long dress.

And black lace lingerie.

Qin Mohuai locked eyes with Xia Yuan, and she quickly looked away. He resembled a large, heated dog, lunging towards her and nuzzling her.

“Wife, time to get up for lunch.”

He secretly stole a kiss from her soft skin, his guilty, wandering gaze meeting Xia Yuan’s. His thin lips curved into a smirk that was both roguish and wild, hard to tame.

Xia Yuan closed her eyes, scolding weakly, “Mad dog, get off me.”

After hearing this, Qin Mohuai silently sat on the edge of the bed, only perching on a third of it. His posture was humble, like a male pet being scolded by a spoiled princess, because he hadn’t followed the rules and had hurt his delicate mistress.

From Xia Yuan’s angle, the man’s broad back muscles formed smooth, sculpted lines—toned but not exaggerated, the kind of seductive curves just below the V-line.

Even though he had many bad habits, poor bedroom manners, and often forgot to care about his wife’s well-being when caught up in pleasure, his body was still damn perfectly attractive.

Xia Yuan often found herself mesmerized by him.

Whenever he took off his clothes, she’d get flustered.

Who wouldn’t?

Qin Mohuai eyelashes trembled slightly, and his deep voice was cool and clear. “I’m sick. I need to see a psychologist regularly and take a lot of medicine every day. It’s natural for you to neglect me. No one in the world likes me; maybe the mental hospital is where I truly belong. After all, I’m sick.”

Xia Yuan was taken aback.

In the original story, the crazy male lead was arrogant and domineering, never showing such a weak, wounded side.

She lived with her grandmother in an old neighborhood. Her neighbor’s older brother suffered from autism, but he was a kind and gentle person. He would clean the stairway every day, but one winter night, he was locked on the rooftop and froze to death.

When the police came to investigate, they delicately suggested it was an accident. The scene made it look more like suicide. The building had poor soundproofing—if he had kicked the door even twice, the whole building would’ve heard it. Why didn’t he?

He didn’t make any noise, choosing instead to curl up in a corner and fall asleep, ultimately passing away in the biting wind and snow. It really did seem like suicide.

His mother cried uncontrollably, refusing to believe the truth.

But Xia Yuan understood why he didn’t kick the door. His mother had taught him not to make noise and disturb the neighbors’ rest, so he was always obedient.

He was a truly good person. He would sit with her on the rooftop, watching the stars, constantly reminding her to sit farther inside, so she wouldn’t fall.

Xia Yuan threw herself onto Qin Mohuai back, her slender, pale body frail but incredibly resilient.

“I haven’t neglected you. Don’t overthink it. I’m just having trouble keeping up with your… overwhelming stamina.”

Qin Mohuai thin lips curved again, harder to suppress than an AK missing its compensator.

He loved it when his wife comforted him, but he didn’t believe Xia Yuan would indulge him or love him forever.

That’s why he needed to keep her tightly in his grasp, to satisfy his insatiable need for security and control.

Even though his wife was already so obedient, Qin Mohuai deep-seated anger still wasn’t satisfied. Not even a succubus would be as difficult to please as him. Who knows how he’d fall apart if he lost his wife.

As Xia Yuan got dressed, she asked, “Did Yang Yi and Yang Ying leave?”

“They left.”

“Good,” Xia Yuan thought, relieved that Qin Mohuai and Yang Yi’s 27-year friendship hadn’t been ruined by the melodramatic plot.

Qin Mohuai adjusted her collar—a small pink round neckline that could cover both her bra straps and the kiss marks while also accentuating her elegant, fair neck.

As he ruffled his slightly longer blue hair, his clean-cut face suddenly tensed with frustration. He snapped, “Don’t go lifting your skirt for random men.”

Xia Yuan, in the middle of twisting her hair up with an ebony hairpin, her dark raven locks making her pale fingers look like jade, was taken aback.

“…?”

Qin, like a dramatic concubine, had clearly annoyed Yuan. As a result, she rewarded him with a soul-crushing slap.

With a faint handprint on his face, Qin Mohuai pouted, “If anyone dares to peek at my wife, I’ll gouge out his eyes.”

Xia Yuan remained silent once again.

Now Qin Mohuai handsome, aristocratic face, a blend of elegance and roguish charm, had matching handprints on both sides.

—

In the afternoon, Xia Yuan hit a block while writing her thesis. Just as she was about to get up and stretch, her uncle Liang Bo called.

It was happening.

Liang Bo said, “Yuan, I’ve looked into some jobs for you, but your brother has racked up five million in gambling debt. Even if you earned ten thousand a day, it wouldn’t be enough to save him.”

Xia Yuan, overwhelmed with anxiety, asked, “Then how can I help him? Mom and Dad are just ordinary folks—they don’t have any way to make money. Uncle, you have to help us!”

Liang Bo replied, “Yuze is my nephew. I can’t just let him die. I do have a way to get money fast, but it’s up to you if you’re willing to take it.”

His voice, tinged with glee, lacked any trace of sympathy, as if everything was playing out according to his plan.

“Uncle, I’ll do whatever you say,” Xia Yuan responded, her voice trembling, as if she had just made a difficult decision.

“Come to the Jin Feng Hotel immediately. You’ve got one hour—don’t be late.” The commanding tone in his voice was far from that of a caring uncle.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Yuan headed toward the study to find Qin Mohuai.

The butler, Mr. Wang, who had just delivere tea, looked puzzled. “Miss, is Yuze in debt? Why beg others for five million when the young master’s black card has no limit? You could have as many five millions as you want.”

Xia Yuan smiled and replied, “Yuze isn’t in debt. It’s just that my heartless uncle needs a lesson.”

In the study.

After listening to her plan, Qin Mohuai lazy calm eyes flickered, as though he was seeing a new side of her.

He hadn’t expected her to be so devious.

“Alright, I’ll send someone to help you,” he said.

Xia Yuan was thrilled and puffed out her chest, drawing a few more glances from Qin Mohuai.

( When she had read the part of the original story where Liang Bo refused to return her sister’s dowry, exposed her sister’s home address, and pushed her simple, hardworking sister and brother-in-law into suicide—all while smugly buying a luxury car—Xia Yuan had nearly been enraged to the point of vomiting blood. She’d wanted nothing more than to jump into the story and tear Liang Bo apart. )

At the Jin Feng Hotel, Liang Bo introduced Xia Yuan to Boss Zhou, who stared at her so intensely that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Liang Bo felt confident. He wanted to open a toy factory in Xiangzhou, but he didn’t have enough funding, so he was hoping Boss Zhou would invest.

“Yuan, don’t blame your uncle for being harsh. If you can charm Boss Zhou, once I’m successful, I can easily help your family pay off its debts.”

Xia Yuan could only think how foolish Liang Bo was, believing others couldn’t see through his schemes.

“I’m…a little scared since it’s my first time. I’ll go to the room first, and Boss Zhou can join me later,” she said.

Boss Zhou grinned eagerly. “Alright! Don’t worry, young girls are always shy. Since it’s your first time, I’ll come up in two minutes.”

As soon as Xia Yuan entered the elevator, she rushed into the arms of a tall, cold man. She’d never manipulated anyone before and was a little nervous. But with Qin Mohuai by her side, it didn’t matter if she slipped up. Being favored meant having the confidence to act recklessly.

Qin Mohuai held her close, his thin lips pressed together as he muttered in his refined, aristocratic tone, “This won’t happen again. Not just anyone is worthy of your personal attention. Don’t give them the satisfaction.”