Chapter 39: Jealous and Mad, Do You Still Love Your Ex?

The basement of this villa was a vast sunken garden.

The lower floor was decorated in a wabisabi style, with a blend of cement texture and natural wood, giving off a subtle ethereal vibe amidst the coldness.

Those who didn’t appreciate it might see wabisabi as bleak, not realizing that the towering stone column was worth a million…

Dressed in a blue fishtail dress, Xia Yuan slowly walked into the basement, appearing like the only splash of color in the black-and-white world.

She stopped, holding a pile of medicine bottles, as she saw Qin Mohuai curled up on the sofa. His face was hidden, but it was clear that he was in great pain.

Qin Mohuai had always been seen by Xia Yuan as a man in a suit, exuding authority and an unnervingly strong mental fortitude, calmly facing any situation.

When had she ever seen him so weak?

He looked like a demonic creature in the throes of unfulfilled desire, curled into a ball of suffering, even his powerful tail drooping, lacking the strength to flirt with his wife. He seemed truly weak and pitiable.

Xia Yuan, already worried about Qin Mohuai, rushed over when she saw him like this.

Kneeling on the carpet with her soft, white knees, her fingers, as delicate as they were, brushed against his cheek. The man, suffering from a form of skin hunger, trembled uncontrollably, instinctively trying to kiss Xia Yuan’s fingers.

His sharp teeth gently held her slender fingers, not daring to bite but instead licking and kissing them with his hot lips. The moist heat and the sharpness of his teeth gently scraped her tender fingertips, greedy as a demon trying to drain her.

Xia Yuan’s mind was hazy, her cheeks flushed with the temptation he caused. She managed to clear her throat and said, “Uncle Wang said you haven’t taken your medicine tonight. You look unwell, so please take it.”

She hadn’t expected his condition to be so severe, and she wasn’t sure if his illness could be cured.

Qin Mohuai opened his moist, crimson phoenix eyes, his long, firm fingers cupping her face. With a stormy, blood-soaked aura, he kissed her lips, occasionally letting out weak moans. The kiss was intensely sensual, but he was taking from her, almost draining her mouth with his demanding, aggressive approach.

Xia Yuan’s gaze grew vacant. Before she passed out from lack of oxygen, she tugged on Qin Mohuai’s ears and gave him a few light slaps.

“Do you want me to die?”

“Dying during a kiss is very romantic.”

“…You’re crazy.”

“I’ve always been crazy. I’m still a control freak, but you still came to find me.”

Qin Mohuai narrowed his eyes, full of desire, and slid from the sofa to the carpet, pulling Xia Yuan into his embrace.

His long, elegant fingers gently lifted her knees. His breath grew heavier, the sound almost flirtatious. “Your skin is so delicate; it turns red just from kneeling on the carpet. Don’t do that in the future.”

What a show-off!

Xia Yuan rubbed her small, stubborn ears, knowing they were red without having to look.

“Take your medicine first and treat your illness. We can deal with other matters afterward.”

“Baby.” With his chin resting on her shoulder, the man’s high nose brushed against her face, occasionally letting out distressed sighs for her to hear. “You’re coaxing me to take medicine as if a dissatisfied wife is making her ‘stomach-repairing’ husband take his meds. I don’t need to take the medicine. The doctor said I can skip it when my mental state is good.”

Xia Yuan bit her lip and finally said, “Alright.”

Qin Mohuai’s calm, indifferent voice cut through, “Why did you praise Ning Jiale for having ‘distinctive features and excellent bone structure’?”

Xia Yuan was alarmed to the point where goosebumps appeared all over her body. Did Qin Mohuai know everything they had talked about in the living room?

“It wasn’t my praise; it was the media’s evaluation of Ning Jiale. I was just using their words,” she explained.

“What’s the difference? You praised him nonetheless.” Qin Mohuai’s voice was cold and cruel.

He didn’t know how to release his inner anger and fear. He wanted to talk to Xia Yuan about Mu Yao but was afraid of hearing something he couldn’t handle.

Though their first meeting had been because Xia Yuan seduced him, the system hadn’t provided complete information. He didn’t know that ‘Xia Yuan’ had an ex-boyfriend, Mu Yao, with whom she was currently in a cold war.

Qin Mohuai, who had been instantly captivated by Xia Yuan, had his twenty-seven years of abstinence seem like a joke in that moment.

The elegant yet unruly prince was unsure if he wanted to indulge or if he had truly fallen for Xia Yuan. Thus, he discreetly went to the Tianxi Club, where the manager had brought in the most beautiful and enchanting women from a hundred-mile radius, making it feel like a grand selection banquet.

Qin Mohuai’s good friend seemed unresponsive, as if he only listened to Xia Yuan’s commands.

With that, there was nothing more to say.

That night, the domineering and forceful Qin Mohuai thoroughly investigated Xia Yuan, showing no respect for her privacy. He discovered she had an ex-boyfriend, Mu Yao, who was in a cold war with her.

After having a ‘talk’ with Mu Yao, Mu Yao left for studying abroad with ten million yuan in anger.

Qin Mohuai couldn’t shake the feeling that Xia Yuan didn’t love him enough. Was she still thinking about Mu Yao?

“Baby, starting tomorrow, don’t leave the house, okay?” Qin Mohuai’s eyes were red and wet, filled with pathological affection and… desire.

Uncle Wang stood at the basement entrance. The young lady had been down there for half an hour, and it was almost eleven. Were they not tired?

Suddenly, he heard a short, sharp scream, like a lonely crane’s mournful cry, conveying struggle and pain.

“Everyone, stay away from the basement tonight. If anyone dares to go down there, I can’t protect you.”

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Outside, it was either morning sunshine or evening glow. Xia Yuan’s dazed brain couldn’t even think clearly about such a simple matter. Her waist truly felt like it had been ruined by Qin Mohuai, and every movement was like needles piercing her. Her pale lips were bruised from his attentions.

Last night, Qin Mohuai had cried and gone mad again, bringing up Mu Yao and making Xia Yuan relent and indulge him. However, the original book’s portrayal of Qin Mohuai included a condition of skin hunger and a certain addiction. Once he tasted the pleasure, he couldn’t control himself, even though Xia Yuan had completely followed his desires.

The promises of only wanting children during ovulation and only kissing when she was weak were all lies. Qin Mohuai had never adhered to them!

Xia Yuan realized that whether Qin Mohuai took his medication or not, it wouldn’t stop him from going mad.

She couldn’t stay at the mansion, Qin Mohuai would drive her mad. She wanted to go home!

“If only this body could really get pregnant, at least Qin Mohuai would have some reservations.”

System: “Hang in there. The affection value rose to 92 yesterday. Your hard work is paying off!”

Xia Yuan: “Haha.”

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At the Xia family’s Jinqiu Community.

When Liang Min came home from work, she saw the pair of bare pink, size 36, logo-free, supremely comfortable lambskin flat shoes at the entrance.

That meant her daughter was back.

The house was very quiet. Liang Min went into her daughter’s bedroom.

The girl was sleeping soundly on the bed. Under the small table lamp’s three-inch orange light, she saw Xia Yuan’s bruised lips and lifted the blanket to check.

Liang Min was both angry and embarrassed. Qin Mohuai was too cruel! He was mistreating her daughter!

She stormed into the kitchen, asking Xia Yi to make a pot of nourishing kidney soup.

Xia Yi: “Nourishing the kidneys? Okay.”

Liang Min mumbled, “I don’t think Mr. Qin really likes Yuan. He just wants a pleasant companion. How about we talk to Mr. Qin and suggest he find someone else?”