Chapter 11 He May Be Crazy, But His Body Is Damn Irresistible

In the original story, the female lead’s hatred for the male lead intensified due to the bet, causing Qin Mohuai’s condition to deteriorate further.

Xia Yuan, however, chose to go against the grain, aligning with the male lead’s desires, earning herself a 2% affection increase, though it cost her a night of exerting her frail little waist…

A tall, cool, fair-skinned guy with slightly tousled blue hair stepped out of the dressing room, wearing nothing but a loose pair of gray pajamas, with a pink dress draped over his strong, toned arm.

And black lace underwear.

Qin Mohuai locked eyes with Xia Yuan, who quickly averted her gaze. He resembled a hot, eager wolf, lunging at Xia Yuan playfully.

“Wife, it’s time to get up for lunch.”

His wandering, guilty gaze met Xia Yuan’s. His thin lips curled into a smile that was both roguish and wild.

Xia Yuan closed her eyes, feebly scolding, “Crazy dog, get away.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohuai quietly sat at the edge of the bed, his rear barely making contact, sitting in a humble posture, like a favored pet being chastised by a spoiled princess. He hadn’t followed the rules and had been a bit rough, causing discomfort to his pampered little master.

From Xia Yuan’s perspective, the lines of the man’s lats were smooth and well-defined, athletic but not exaggerated—sexy in a way second only to a defined V-line.

Though he had many bad habits, didn’t keep the bedclothes very tidy, and often disregarded her well-being during their intimate moments, his body was maddeningly perfect.

Xia Yuan often found herself captivated by him.

Every time he took off his clothes, she felt dazed.

Who wouldn’t be?

Qin Mohuai’s eyelashes fluttered, his voice cool and clean: “I have a mental illness, and I need to see a psychologist regularly. I take a lot of medication every day. It’s only natural for you to neglect me; no one in the world likes me. Perhaps a mental hospital is my best refuge—after all, I’m sick.”

Xia Yuan froze.

In the original story, the crazy male lead was domineering and arrogant—when had he ever shown such a vulnerable side, like licking his wounds?

She remembered living in an old neighborhood with her grandmother, where her neighbor, a brother with autism, was a warm-hearted person. He would keep the hallways impeccably clean, but one winter night, he was accidentally locked on the rooftop and froze to death.

The police came to investigate, subtly suggesting it was an accident, but it looked more like suicide. With poor soundproofing in the building, anyone could hear him kick the door twice. Why didn’t he?

Instead of kicking the door to make a noise, he curled up in a corner and fell asleep, ultimately succumbing to the biting wind and snow, which truly seemed like a suicide.

His mother cried inconsolably, unable to accept the truth.

But Xia Yuan understood why he didn’t kick the door—his mother had taught him not to make noise and disturb the neighbors. So he was obedient.

He was a good person who would sit with her on the rooftop to stargaze, always reminding her to move in a little, so she wouldn’t fall.

Xia Yuan pounced on Qin Mohuai’s back, her delicate, pale body thin but surprisingly resilient.

“I haven’t neglected you. Don’t overthink it; I just can’t quite keep up with your… abundant energy.”

Qin Mohuai’s thin lips curled slightly, more difficult to restrain than an AK without a compensator.

He loved being pampered by his wife, but he didn’t believe that Xia Yuan would always indulge him or love him.

So he needed to hold her tightly in his grasp to satisfy his insatiable sense of security and possessiveness.

Even though his wife was already being so obedient, the deeply troubled Qin Mohuai still wasn’t satisfied. Not even a succubus could be as demanding as he was. He couldn’t help but wonder how he would fall apart if he lost her.

As Xia Yuan got dressed, she asked, “Did Yang Yi and Yang Ying leave?”

“They’re gone.”

Oh, that’s good. Qin Mohuai’s twenty-seven-year friendship with Yang Yi wasn’t ruined by some melodramatic plot.

He helped her adjust the collar of her pink round-neck shirt, which could conceal her bra straps and hickeys while also accentuating her elegant, fair neck.

He grasped a handful of her slightly longer blue hair, his clean and handsome facial contours suddenly creasing with a hint of irritation. “Don’t just lift your skirt for random men to see.”

Xia Yuan was tying her hair up, the black ebony hairpin holding her raven-black hair, making her fingers look pale and delicate, her beauty stunning.

“…?”

Qin Mohuai felt a surge of jealousy, making him feel like a disgraced noble, and with a playful flick, he demoted himself to “Qin Guiren,” while bestowing upon himself a solemn slap of dismay.

With an indistinct imprint of the slap on his face, he pouted, “If anyone peeks at my wife’s **, I’ll gouge out their eyeballs.”

Xia Yuan fell silent once again.

Thus, Qin Mohuai’s refined and noble face bore a perfectly symmetrical slap mark.

—

In the afternoon, when Xia Yuan was stuck on her thesis and was about to get up to stretch, she received a call from her uncle, Liang Bo.

He was here.

“Yuan, I’ve inquired about some jobs for you, but your brother owes fifty million in gambling debts. Even if you earn ten thousand a day, it won’t save him.”

Xia Yuan felt lost. “What can I do to help him? My parents are just ordinary folk with no way to make quick money. Uncle, you have to help us!”

“Yuzhe is still my nephew. I can’t just watch him die. I do have a fast way to make money, but it depends on whether you’re willing to go through with it,” he said, his voice filled with glee and devoid of any sympathy, exuding an air of control.

“Uncle, I’ll do whatever you say.” Xia Yuan’s voice trembled, as if she had finally made up her mind about something.

“Come to Jinfeng Hotel immediately. I’ll give you an hour, and don’t be late.” His commanding tone hardly resembled that of a sincerely helpful uncle.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Yuan prepared to find Qin Mohuai in the study.

Butler Wang, during afternoon tea, raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Yuzhe owes money? Miss, if you need fifty million, why seek help from others? Young Master’s black card has no limit; you could get as many fifty millions as you want.”

Xia Yuan smiled. “Yuzhe doesn’t owe money; it’s my heartless uncle who needs a lesson.”

In the study.

After hearing her idea, Qin Mohuai’s lazy, gentle gaze sharpened, as if he was seeing her in a new light.

He hadn’t expected her to have such a wicked side.

“Alright, I’ll send someone to help you.”

Xia Yuan’s heart soared, and she puffed out her chest, catching Qin Mohuai’s attention a few extra times.

As she read about Liang Bo refusing to return her sister’s dowry, exposing her sister’s home address, and forcing her simple, hardworking sister and brother-in-law to commit suicide while he profited and bought luxury cars, she was almost livid, wanting nothing more than to storm into the story and tear Liang Bo apart.

At Jinfeng Hotel, Liang Bo introduced Xia Yuan to Boss Zhou, who stared at her with his eyes wide.

Liang Bo felt secure; he wanted to open a toy factory in Xiangzhou but lacked the funds, so he was looking for Boss Zhou’s investment.

“Yuan, don’t blame your uncle for being ruthless. As long as you can charm Boss Zhou, once I become successful and make a lot of money, I can easily help your family pay off their debts.”

Xia Yuan could only feel that Liang Bo was treating people like fools, thinking no one could see the scheming in his eyes.

“I’m… scared for the first time. I’ll head to the room; Boss Zhou can come later,” she said.

Boss Zhou eagerly replied, “Okay! Young girl, you’re shy. Since it’s your first time, I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Once Xia Yuan stepped into the elevator, she fell into the embrace of the tall, stern man. She had never schemed against anyone before, feeling a bit nervous. But with Qin Mohuai by her side, she felt that even if she were exposed, it wouldn’t matter; being favored gave her a sense of security.

Qin Mohuai wrapped his arms around her, his thin lips pursed. His noble voice held an edge of displeasure. “There won’t be a second chance for this. Not everyone is worth you handling personally; he didn’t deserve your courtesy.”