Chapter 31 “What Little Bitch, Always Competing for My Favor”

Qin Mohuai was in his study, throwing a fit.

His phone was on speaker, placed on the elegant, dark hued zitan wood desk.

Old Master Qin’s voice was filled with anger, “You’re throwing a tantrum over a woman?”

Qin Mohuai replied, “You’re the one who grossed me out with Ouyang Jing.”

Old Master Qin retorted, “You insolent brat!”

Qin Mohuai’s dark eyes were cold and defiant, like a proud eagle no longer willing to be shackled.

He pulled out a cigarette but then remembered he would be cuddling with his wife later, lazily holding the cigarette without lighting it.

“Grandpa, I went to Country M this time and disposed of the frozen embryos. If you push me again, I’ll get a vasectomy.”

“You!”

That ungrateful brat!

Old Master Qin suddenly softened his tone. “Why do I force you to have children? It’s because of your ninth uncle. He was once like you, completely captivated by a woman. Later, that woman disappeared, and he became a shell of a man, not even having a son or a daughter.”

Qin Mohuai replied, “I won’t be so useless as he was.”

After a pause, Old Master Qin added, “Tomorrow is your 28th birthday. Although it’s not a milestone, we should still invite guests and throw a big celebration.”

Qin Mohuai responded calmly, “You all enjoy yourselves. I don’t have time to go back.”

With that, he hung up the phone.

In the master bedroom, Xia Yuan lay sleeping in bed, next to her a black men’s suit jacket, as if she missed him when he was away.

This scene warmed Qin Mohuai’s heart. He took out his phone, snapped a photo, and posted it on social media.

[My wife, love everything about her]

Yang Yi replied: “What’s this nonsense in the middle of the night?”

Pei Jinchen replied: “What’s this nonsense in the middle of the night?”

Those who didn’t dare to confront Qin Mohuai could only silently like the post. Soon, it received 183 likes.

Yang Yi tagged Qin Mohuai in a group chat: “How are you celebrating your birthday tomorrow?”

After seeing the message, Qin Mohuai typed: “No banquet, I’ll celebrate with my wife.”

Pei Jinchen: “Is that true? The picture must be AI-generated. In reality, you just want to show off your suit jacket.”

The jealousy practically spilled off the screen.

Qin Mohuai replied: “Come over tomorrow.”

Pei Jinchen: “Are you angry? What if you send someone to assassinate me? I’m not going.”

Yang Yi: “Don’t be a coward, I’ll go with you! Once you see Xia Yuan, you’ll believe it. At first, I didn’t believe it either—what pure and innocent girl would like an old beast? It can only be said that someone got lucky.”

Qin Mohuai couldn’t help but chuckle.

Xia Yuan wasn’t in deep sleep. Hearing the commotion, she opened her eyes. “Hubby…”

Qin Mohuai took off the suit jacket and lay down beside her.

“Baby, do you know what tomorrow is?”

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“**What day is it?**” Xia Yuan feigned ignorance, her clear and dazed eyes betraying nothing.

“……” Qin Mohuai pinched her cheek and scolded playfully, “Heartless little girl.”

Xia Yuan ignored him, closing her eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Since she decided to give him a surprise and increase their love meter, she couldn’t tell him.

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The next morning.

Xia Yuan woke up early. Dressed in denim shorts and a sleeveless tank top, she stood in a clearing washing the car.

The white mini Maybach had been left outside for seven or eight days, gathering dust. Feeling good today, she decided to wash it herself.

Butler Wang originally planned to send two people to help her wash the car, thinking that Miss Xia, being spoiled, wouldn’t know how. However, he was surprised to see her washing the car quite skillfully.

Even someone who often washed cars at home wouldn’t do it as meticulously as she was. Had Miss Xia worked in a car wash before?

Qin Mohuai, draped in a black bathrobe, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window watching Xia Yuan wash the car.

His lazy, narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of curiosity in them.

His precious one could serve food, which could explain her experience working at Liang Min’s small restaurant. But how could he explain her skillful and meticulous car washing technique?

On the day they crossed paths at Xiangzhou Chinese University, Qin Mohuai had thoroughly investigated Xia Yuan and the Xia family. There was no mention of her being able to wash cars in the information he gathered.

Qin Mohuai snorted softly, a smile creeping onto his sinisterly beautiful face. He was becoming increasingly interested in his precious one.

Xia Yuan remained unaware that her serious approach to washing the car had caught the attention of a certain suspicious and sensitive madman.

Qin Mohuai brought a cup of coffee outside and continued to watch Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan was so focused on the mini Maybach that she didn’t care if her clothes got wet. Qin Mohuai’s gaze darkened as he took her hand and led her indoors.

The wet white tank top clung to her skin, accentuating her figure and making even the color of her underwear visible, which was why Qin Mohuai’s expression turned dark.

“Let go! The car isn’t washed yet!” Xia Yuan protested, shaking her wrist. One of her sandals slipped off, and her delicate foot made a soft “padapada” sound as it stepped on the floor.

Without a word, Qin Mohuai hugged her and pushed her against the wall, towering over her in a threatening manner. “If you wash the car like this again, I’ll pin you down in the car until dark, making you never want to touch that Maybach again.”

Xia Yuan’s fair face was filled with displeasure, her rosy and slightly swollen lips pouting.

“**Tyrant!**”

“**I am a tyrant.**” Qin Mohuai smiled, his sinisterly beautiful face reflecting amusement. He removed the Patek Philippe watch Xia Yuan wore every day and cursed, “What little bitch, always competing for my favor.”

Xia Yuan was left speechless.

“No…

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**Is he getting jealous of the watch?**

**Crazy!**

At this moment, Butler Wang approached. “Young Master Yang and Young Master Pei’s car broke down halfway; they need you to pick them up.”

Qin Mohuai cursed under his breath, calling them “useless.”

After he left, Xia Yuan changed her clothes and walked into the kitchen to start making a cake.

A basic birthday cake could be finished in two hours. She had spent a few days learning from the chef at a French restaurant, so making a simple cake was no difficulty at all.

Butler Wang stood nearby, recording her efforts.

If the young master were to throw a tantrum in the future, he could pull out this recording. Perhaps it would bring him some joy.

At this moment, Butler Wang was unaware that during the years Qin Mohuai lost Xia Yuan, he would repeatedly watch this recording, drinking poison to quench his thirst. The sweetness of the present would become a poisoned blade, stabbing into Qin Mohuai’s future.

Butler Wang asked, “Miss, what are you preparing?”

Xia Yuan glanced at the camera, her smile sweet. “I’m making a cake for  Mohuai. He usually eats more grapes, so I’m going to make a green grape cake! He has to control his sugar intake for fitness, but today is an exception; he can indulge a bit. So I’ll add a lot of sugar~ Sweet enough to melt his heart!”

Butler Wang pretended to be surprised. “Miss, you can make cakes besides washing cars?”

Xia Yuan replied, “I can’t. But I worked at the French restaurant a few days ago, and the chef there is really good at desserts. I learned to make cake from them. I might have inherited my mom’s talent for cooking; I learned to make a cake in just a few days! But I’m not sure what to write on the cake. Do you think ‘Wishing you peace and good health’ is too cliché?”

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Qin Mohuai was driving the Cullinan to pick them up, but he discovered that Yang Yi and Pei Jincheng were in a bus filled with familiar faces.

“……” What are these people up to?

Yang Yi forced a laugh. “Blame it on Pei Jincheng; he can’t keep his mouth shut!”

Pei Jincheng felt embarrassed as well. He had originally wanted to take a luxury bus, at least something with some class. But there were too many people, and they couldn’t find a suitable bus. He was at a loss.

Qin Mohuai placed his cold, pale hand on his waist, feeling his vision darken. He regretted his choice of friends. “So your car wasn’t actually broken down?”

Pei Jincheng chuckled, unafraid of death, even pulling out a party popper. “All’s fair in love and war; I learned this trick from you! Let us into Shenghai Manor, or I’ll have to celebrate your birthday on the bus!”