Chapter 122: The Curse of Xia Yuan Not Living Long?

Xia Yuan learned to adapt to her environment since childhood, so she wouldn’t ask, “Why am I the one who is short-lived?”

Whether you call her calm or selfish, she just wants to live happily until she’s fifty.

But what about Qin Mohuai?

After she dies, he would have to live alone for decades, and to be precise, he would go crazy living without her.

“The all-powerful Qin Mohuai has turned into a madman, how pitiful—he can’t find his wife no matter how hard he tries.”

This thought pierced her heart!

Once she had something to care about, Xia Yuan could no longer face death calmly.

He had won; she was truly afraid of dying now.

Xia Yuan buried her pale face in his chest, her frail body trembling with sobs, partly blaming him and partly feeling hurt. “Qin Mohuai, you bad man, you make it so I can’t even die in peace.”

“Then don’t die.”

Qin Mohuai’s large hand caressed her back, the blue rose blooming amidst thorns, his half-closed eyes filled with a hint of madness.

The only difference between him and the crazed Qin Mohuai on the screen was that he held Xia Yuan in his arms.

The memory of his parents dying in front of him during the car accident drained all his strength. He couldn’t bear the thought of Xia Yuan dying before his eyes.

Wiping her tears with his shirt, Xia Yuan was no stronger than Zhenbao on the screen.

“Mohuai, let’s live well and find a solution together, okay?”

“We will definitely find a solution.”

Qin Mohuai rested his forehead against hers, his eyes reddening, the powerful business tycoon showing a rare vulnerability.

Perfectly aware of Xia Yuan’s little quirks, all he could think was: a beautiful woman full of desires, how wasteful.

When he snapped back to reality, she had pushed him down, exhausted, only managing to kiss his sculpted abs.

“…Should we stop here?” Xia Yuan asked weakly.

Qin Mohuai’s hand, veined with tension, covered his eyes, his deep voice revealing his struggle. “You should go rest.”

And she really did.

Her fair, slightly flushed face resembled a delicate beauty who had just been spoiled.

Before bed, Xia Yuan peeked into Zhenbao’s room, worried he might fall or be uncomfortable.

Zhenbao opened his sleepy eyes, greeting her with a soft, nasal voice: “Mommy.”

Xia Yuan’s heart melted. She sat cross-legged on the carpet, gently patting his blanket.

“Go to sleep, little one.”

Who doesn’t love a warm family? If she could, she would want to live a long life.

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At KG Hotel.

Xia Yuan booked a luxurious private room for Ms. Liang Min’s 40th birthday.

Initially, Liang Min wanted to celebrate at her own hotel, but remembering her children celebrity status, she chose the private hotel instead.

November in Xiangzhou was still warm, and Xia Yuze strode into the room, fully dressed, before removing his coat, hat, and mask. He casually exclaimed, “Is there ice water? I’m dying of thirst.”

Liang Min handed him a glass of plain cold water. “Mind your image; your brother-in-law is here.”

Xia Yuze gulped it down.

“It’s fine, he’s my brother-in-law; he won’t leak anything to the media and ruin my cool image.”

“…” Liang Min wanted to roll her eyes. How could such a clueless guy survive in the entertainment industry?

Xia Yuze had slightly upturned eyes and a prominent nose, adorned with a small mole that made him look like a typical heartbreaker.

His raspy voice could charm many girls when he sang love songs.

With Qin Mohuai backing him up, and given his looks, popularity, and talent, his agency treated Xia Yuze like royalty.

After becoming famous, he bought luxury cars, villas, and even a yacht. Surrounded by fans and the agency, he was starting to feel a bit cocky.

However, with the strict Liang Min keeping him in check, along with his older sister and brother-in-law acting as strong support, even Zhenbao had warned him not to eat junk food.

Goodness! Was he really that unreliable?

Since becoming a boss, Liang Min had stepped up her scolding game. A little berry that usually clung to Xia Yuze nibbled on her big ears and slowly crawled over to Zhenbao.

The little berry had grown up with Zhenbao and had even acted in a movie with Xia Yuze. The trio—Zhenbao, Xia Yuze, and the little berry—had a close bond.

But right now, their bond was shaky.

No one dared to help Xia Yuze.

Xia Yuan smiled and took out the jewelry box for Liang Min. “Here, take a look at this.”

Xia Yuze shot his sister a grateful glance.

Liang Min quickly placed the jewelry box on the table, fearful of dropping it. “This is so precious!”

Three years ago, after Qin Mohuai sealed off Shenghai Mansion, Liang Min had a falling out with him, uncertain of her daughter’s fate. Eventually, she pulled herself out of her grief, using her savings and bank loans to open a restaurant.

Liang Min knew that her ability to acquire a prime retail space, which even the big boss couldn’t secure, was thanks to Qin Mohuai’s behind-the-scenes help. But she pretended not to know, working hard to earn money in hopes of one day spoiling her daughter with the best.

“Mom, you’re my most precious mother, so I wanted to give you the most precious gift. If you like it, wear it; if not, just keep it safe.”

“As long as it’s from you, I’ll love it, even if it’s just a drawing of a necklace!” Liang Min said.

Xia Yuze exclaimed, “That’s favoritism!”

Before Liang Min could respond, Qin Mohuai’s indifferent gaze fixed on Xia Yuze.

“Favoritism is good,” Xia Yuze replied weakly.

Just then, there was a commotion at the door. Liang Bo, looking all proper, helped Liang Grandma inside, followed by his daughter Liang Hui.

The lively atmosphere suddenly turned chilly.

Xia Yuze huffed sarcastically, wearing a hat and sitting off to the side, playing with his phone.

He had once thought his grandmother had a hard time managing the Liang family, but now he realized she only had to deal with Liang Bo’s family. If she liked suffering so much, then she surely had endless troubles.

“Hey, sis, why didn’t you invite Mom to your birthday? Lucky I kept an eye out; I saw your big car pull into KG Hotel, almost missing your 40th birthday!” Liang Bo said.

“Since you’re here, just take a seat.”

After helping him so much, he didn’t even remember her age. Liang Min glanced at Liang Grandma, who was noticeably hunched, and chose not to say anything harsh.

Mothers and daughters have a special connection; Xia Yuan felt suffocated by the scene and stepped outside for some air.

“Niece.”

At Liang Bo’s call, Xia Yuan turned quickly, her eyes filled with caution.

“Niece.” Liang Bo looked at her layered necklace of South Sea pearls, his smile growing more ingratiating. “I didn’t expect you to be so capable, hooking up with the famous Mr. Qin. Your mom often cried in front of your grandma, fearing you were sickly and wouldn’t live long. Your uncle is also worried, so I brought your cousin Hui Hui along. So when you died, she can take care of Mr. Qin and Zhenbao for you.”

Before he finished, someone punched him to the ground.

Hearing the thud, Xia Yuan closed her eyes for a moment, imagining it must have hurt.

She rushed to Qin Mohuai’s side, hugging the man whose eyes were dark and on the verge of losing control.

“Mohuai, don’t believe what he says. Just relax a little.”