Chapter 14: Tenderness

Leng Mohan gazed at her deeply, a trace of imperceptible tenderness flashing in his eyes. He knew that Luo Jiaojiao’s inner unease wasn’t unreasonable whining, but stemmed from her deep dependence on him. In the rest of her life, she could only rely on him.

Of course, there was also Luo Xingchen, her cousin. But Luo Xingchen would eventually have his own family and couldn’t be by her side every moment.

He gently held her hand, his voice low and firm: “Luo Jiaojiao, you are my legitimate wife, you don’t need to be afraid.”

His words were like a warm current, slowly flowing through her heart, dissipating her anxiety and doubts.

She looked up at him, a determined light shining in her eyes.

“Since I married you, I will wholeheartedly treat you. Those needless suspicions and worries… My relationship with Zhou Wenwen is clean and pure, without any entanglement.”

“If anyone dares to spread rumors in front of you, just remember their names, and I will get justice for you. As for your worries, do you not trust me, thinking that I will have something with Zhou Wenwen?”

Leng Mohan frowned slightly, apparently puzzled by Luo Jiaojiao’s doubts. He looked at her, his eyes deep and firm, as if he wanted to engrave his intentions into her heart.

“Don’t overthink it, Luo Jiaojiao. You are Leng Mohan’s wife, just enjoy my love, and I’ll handle the rest.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you.” Luo Jiaojiao apologized softly, burying her head deeply in Leng Mohan’s arms.

She had rested in the car last night, and coupled with the scorching heat of this summer, Luo Jiaojiao’s nose was sensitive. She smelled something from Leng Mohan and felt a little uncomfortable, slightly wrinkling her nose, trying to avoid the faint odor.

However, these small actions did not escape Leng Mohan’s eyes.

He gently pressed her head against his broad chest, a hint of teasing in his voice: “Disgusted with me?”

Luo Jiaojiao blinked, her lips moving, but she dared not speak. She didn’t know that her little thoughts had already been seen through by this man.

Leng Mohan looked at her cute appearance, couldn’t help but chuckle, pinched her little face, and said dotingly: “You little coward, you get scared at the slightest provocation. But I like this look of yours, because it makes it even more obvious that you can’t leave me.”

His words were full of tenderness and pampering, filling Luo Jiaojiao’s heart with reassurance.

Luo Jiaojiao was worried. If the relationship between Zhou Wenwen and Leng Mohan was real, she could only choose to silently withdraw.

She knew that if Leng Mohan truly cared for Zhou Wenwen, even if he married her, the lingering feelings would be like thorns, difficult to remove. Then he would suffer, and she would bear the blame for destroying other people’s relationship and be criticized by the world.

Luo Jiaojiao understood her own personality. Although her appearance was as enchanting as a fox, her heart was as timid as a rabbit. How could she bear such pressure and blame?

“Leng Mohan, do you really not have anyone else in your heart? Besides Zhou Wenwen, any other women you liked?” Luo Jiaojiao asked again, seemingly still suspicious of his emotional history.

Leng Mohan chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: “No one, no one I liked. If there was, I wouldn’t have married you. There are many ways to repay a kindness; I didn’t necessarily have to marry you. I didn’t even accept the marriage proposal at first.”

“I…” Luo Jiaojiao was speechless by his straightforward answer, but the doubts in her heart were not completely dispelled.

Leng Mohan gently patted her back, comforting her: “Okay, stop overthinking. I’ll deal with those rumors outside. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in days. Once I’ve rested, I’ll take care of this, and I guarantee that no one will mention it to you again.”

After speaking, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, gently pushing Luo Jiaojiao inwards, then carefully taking off her shoes. His movements were gentle and meticulous, as if he were cherishing the most precious treasure in the world.

“Go to sleep first.” Leng Mohan’s gaze fell on her cheeks, which were reddened by his pinch, and he felt a little apologetic.

This face, as delicate as porcelain, he had barely used any force, yet he left a red mark.

Seeing him get up, Luo Jiaojiao’s eyes flashed with confusion, “Didn’t you say you were going to rest? Where are you going?”

Leng Mohan turned around, his gaze meeting hers, “Don’t you plan to sleep with me?” Her voice was a little worried, “Or do you have another room?”

“This is where I rest, where else would I sleep, the office?” Leng Mohan rolled his eyes at her.

“Aren’t you disgusted by my smell? I’ll go take a shower first, you sleep first. You didn’t rest well last night either,” Leng Mohan said, casually throwing his army green jacket onto a stool, as if discarding a heavy burden.

His movements were smooth and decisive, yet full of strength, as if every detail silently proclaimed his dominant position. He continued to take off his shirt, the exposed skin appearing even more firm and strong under the dim light.

His figure was tall and straight, his muscles clearly defined, like a sculpture that had been weathered by time, exuding a strong masculine charm.

Luo Jiaojiao’s gaze was unconsciously drawn to him. She seemed to be drawn by this power, unable to look away.

Leng Mohan suddenly turned his head and found Luo Jiaojiao staring at him with wide eyes, looking shocked. He involuntarily twitched the corner of his mouth. He was used to such scenes, but this time, he forgot that he had an extra audience.

“Are you satisfied with my body?” Leng Mohan asked teasingly, a playful smile on his face.

Luo Jiaojiao realized that she had been staring at him, and blushed, quickly closing her eyes, not daring to look anymore. Her heart beat fast, her face burning hot, as if being roasted by fire.

Seeing this, Leng Mohan didn’t continue to embarrass her, but gently rubbed her hair, then turned and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

After hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, Luo Jiaojiao’s tense nerves finally relaxed. She slowly opened her eyes, and the scene of accidentally glancing at Liu Zimo’s upper body flashed in her mind, but she quickly averted her gaze.

In comparison, Leng Mohan’s actions just now made her feel a little shocked. She had actually forgotten to avoid his gaze.

Luo Jiaojiao felt annoyed, thinking about Leng Mohan’s question just now, she felt even more difficult to face him. She couldn’t help but cover her face, not knowing how to deal with the awkward situation ahead.

Leng Mohan soon came out of the bathroom. The weather was unusually hot, and even the water coming out of the shower was slightly warm.

He walked out of the bathroom, seemingly not noticing Luo Jiaojiao’s strangeness, which made Luo Jiaojiao breathe a sigh of relief.