Chapter 115: Wife is Too Beautiful, Mr. Qin Uses a Face Mask

Returning to the private hospital in Xiangzhou, they ran into Yang Yi, dressed sharply in a suit.

The Rui’an Medical Company, under the Yang Group, is a leading enterprise in Asia’s medical equipment industry. Yang Yi was gradually taking over the family business, which meant his medical career was coming to an end.

Yang Yi said, “Perfect timing. I’ve been meaning to talk to you both. I discussed with the top lung cancer experts in the country. Qin Mohuai’s case is advanced, and chemotherapy or special drugs won’t help. His physical condition is strong, so he might live for another year or so. Sister-in-law, spend as much time with him as possible, and help him fulfill any remaining wishes he has.”

Xia Yuan’s face fell, and her delicate body seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

Qin Mohuai hugged her tightly, feeling torn, but he had to lie to get her to open up and stop keeping things to herself.

“Wife, a year and a half isn’t short. With you in my life, I have no regrets.”

“Don’t say that word.”

Tears welled up in Xia Yuan’s eyes, her nose turning red, her pale and makeup-free cheeks moist with emotion.

She couldn’t bear to hear words like “cancer” or “death.”

Her grandmother had died from cancer, and now Qin Mohuai…

Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted, Xia Yuan couldn’t help but wonder if she was cursed—if everyone she cared about was doomed to leave her.

Yang Yi felt sympathy. “Sister-in-law, how long do you want him to live?”

Sniffling, Xia Yuan choked out, “Can I decide that?”

Catching a warning look from Qin Mohuai, Yang Yi shook his head. Qin Mohuai, you’ve done so many bad things!

Sister-in-law, when you learn the truth, make sure to give him a hard time!

Since there was no hope for treatment, staying in the hospital no longer made sense. Qin Mohuai ordered the staff to pack up their things, and he took Xia Yuan back to Shenghai Mansion.

It was Saturday, and Grandpa Qin had taken Zhenbao to the Qin family home.

With the child away, Xia Yuan didn’t have to worry about controlling her emotions and Zhenbao picking up on anything.

She didn’t understand why Qin Mohuai, despite being so close to death, was still working in his study.

Did he really love work that much?

The butler, Wang, gently reminded her, “Madam, do you remember what day tomorrow is?”

“What day?”

So much had been happening lately, and none of it had any clear solutions, making Xia Yuan’s mind a bit scattered.

Butler Wang said, “Tomorrow is Mohuai 32nd birthday.”

“Oh!” Xia Yuan smacked her forehead. “I almost forgot.”

Wang continued, “Since you left, Sir hasn’t celebrated his birthday. Do you want to throw him a birthday party tomorrow?”

“Of course!”

Qin Mohuai only had about a year left. This might be his last birthday.

Xia Yuan said, “We have to go all out. We need to make his 32nd birthday lively and memorable.”

Wang replied, “As you wish, Madam!”

After dinner, Qin Mohuai and Xia Yuan took a walk in the mansion to help with digestion.

As they walked, they reached the rose garden.

Qin Mohuai had once shed tears of blood here, hallucinating in his sorrow.

Xia Yuan’s heart ached, as if the sadness that lingered in the garden was still there, and she could feel it herself.

“Baby, I feel like smoking.”

His deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear.

Xia Yuan was caught off guard, and her tears were suddenly forced back. “What smoking? Don’t make me slap you.”

Qin Mohuai: “…”

He leaned down and lightly kissed her soft cheek.

“What are you doing?” Xia Yuan covered her face, glaring at him with her innocent, sweet eyes.

“My craving for a cigarette is acting up. Since you won’t let me smoke, I have no choice but to kiss you, so I don’t think about smoking anymore.”

The battle between restraint and desire flickered in Qin Mohuai’s eyes, his slightly red-rimmed eyes looking unusually intense, more frenzied than any addiction.

A surge of negative emotions overwhelmed Xia Yuan, giving her no time to distinguish truth from lies.

“Mohuai, can you endure it a bit longer? Even though I’m prepared to live and die with you, Zhenbao is still so young. Let’s try to spend more time with him, okay?”

“Live and die together?”

Qin Mohuai’s heart gave a hard throb, and he struggled to keep from smiling, almost giving himself away.

“Mm, live and die together. If this world doesn’t have you in it, living wouldn’t mean anything to me.”

“Baby, you don’t have to go to such lengths for me.”

“No matter which world you’re in, that’s where I’ll be too. I decided that a long time ago,” Xia Yuan declared her passionate feelings in the most casual tone.

Qin Mohuai tightened his arms around her waist, feeling overjoyed, as if fireworks were going off before his eyes.

“Xia Yuan, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re still recovering, you wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight!”

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While Xia Yuan was taking a bath, Qin Mohuai couldn’t calm down. Even when he earned his first million, he hadn’t felt this exhilarated.

He grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and headed into the bathroom to take a bath with his wife.

Xia Yuan had already washed off her bubbles, but with Qin Mohuai barging in, they ended up bathing for another half hour.

“Qin Mohuai, you’re such a scoundrel!” she scolded playfully.

“I’m only a scoundrel for my precious wife.”

“Put on your underwear already! I’m going to get an eye infection!”

Qin Mohuai picked up his underwear and paused.

“Why aren’t you putting them on? What are you spacing out for?” Xia Yuan, now dressed in her nightgown, glanced at him.

“I grabbed the wrong underwear.”

“What?”

Xia Yuan turned around and saw what he was holding. It was a white, silky piece of fabric—her underwear.

“Qin Mohuai!” Her face flushed red as her scolding tone softened. “You did that on purpose.”

“This time, it really wasn’t on purpose. I only use your clothes for naughty things when I can’t hold back.”

Qin Mohuai caught Xia Yuan as she tried to escape, surrounding her with his intense presence. Her small waist trembled, fearing what he might do next.

“When you left, I missed you terribly. Did I ever tell you what I did when I missed you? I’d open the wardrobe, pick out one of your lingerie or nightgowns, and sniff it, pretending you just wore it, like you were still here with me.”

As he spoke, Qin Mohuai loosened his hold on her. Xia Yuan, already frightened, sat on his lap, her trembling waist as delicate as a leaf in the wind.

“What are you afraid of? Are you scared of dying in my bed?”

“Don’t be scared, be good. Your body is too weak right now. I wouldn’t dare touch you unless you made the first move—like that afternoon at Qingshan Temple, when you sweetly called me ‘husband.’ You know exactly what to do to make me go crazy for you.”

What a seductive fox!

Xia Yuan nearly fell for it. She stood up, holding onto the sink for support, her slender waist trembling as she slowly, teasingly, pulled herself away from his embrace.

Seeing that she wasn’t taking the bait, Qin Mohuai knew the little fox was too clever. He got up and dried her hair.

After just a few days of care, her previously frizzy hair had returned to a smooth, silky black, as fine as high-quality silk.

“Baby, are you aging backward?”

“No.”

“Your skin is softer too.”

“No! You’re just imagining things because you’re in heat, thinking I’m more attractive.”

“It’s not just in my head.” Qin Mohuai rested his chin on her soft, white shoulder, looking at himself in the mirror. He could clearly see the age difference between them. He decided to apply a face mask tonight.

Xia Yuan didn’t know why, but her hair had gotten darker, her skin softer, and it felt amazing—even she liked it.

There was no point hiding the secret that she could only live to 50 from Qin Mohuai anymore. If he was keeping his illness from her, she wouldn’t be happy about it. She thought it was time to learn from his honesty.

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