Chapter 23 Feeding Friends a Dose of PDA, Qin’s Continuous Bold Moves

Xia Yuan paid the barbecue shop owner for the crayfish and handed her an extra hundred for the broken wooden table.

“We should go home to eat. Qin Mohuai’s not well, it’s not safe to stay outside.”

The drunk man who had been insulted by Xia Yuan was still feeling indignant. He stood up, clearly ready to start something. But Qin Mohuai wrapped his arm around Xia Yuan’s slender waist, casting a bloody, violent glare over his shoulder. The look alone sobered the man up instantly, freezing him in place.

What terrifying eyes!

Xia Yuan didn’t notice Qin Mohuai’s change in demeanor, her full attention on the crayfish. The rich aromas of garlic and spice wafted into her nose, almost making her head spin with the deliciousness.

“Honey?” she called.

“It’s fine, let’s head back.” Qin Mohuai kissed the top of her head, but his mood darkened when he overheard the drunk man muttering “bitch” under his breath. His jaw clenched, and the gloomy man made a mental note to deal with him later.

For all his refined upbringing and strong self-control, Qin Mohuai couldn’t suppress the vengeful instincts deep within him. People could insult him all they wanted, but no one was allowed to humiliate the woman who was the love of his life.

While Xia Yuan happily went off to buy some ice cream, Qin Mohuai waved Qin Qi over, whispering a few instructions.

Qin Qi shuddered. “I’ll take care of it right away.”

As Qin Mohuai had aged, his methods of dealing with people had only grown more brutal. If he were that drunk guy, he’d rather just die than live to endure whatever punishment was coming.

Qin Mohuai spotted Xia Yuan with a basket full of ice cream tubs. Narrowing his eyes, he walked over and picked one tiny tub, about palm-sized, and put the rest back into the freezer.

Xia Yuan was visibly unhappy. Her bright eyes, shining like the moonlit night, dimmed with frustration as she refused to look at him. A streak of crimson crawled up to her eyes in silent protest.

“Baby, don’t be mad at me like that.”

Such beautiful eyes—Qin Mohuai couldn’t bear the thought of them not being focused on him. And he definitely couldn’t allow any other man to come into her view.

He grabbed a few more tubs of ice cream, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to indulge her a little. Besides, it wasn’t like he would actually let her eat them all.

Not far away, two detectives sat in a parked car, their cameras ready. They had been waiting for hours, hoping to catch Qin Mohuai in a fit of violent rage.

But who could tell them why this man, gently feeding his girlfriend ice cream, was supposed to be Qin Mohuai?

The client had described Qin Mohuai as violent and dangerous when he had his episodes. Yet the man they were watching seemed even more gentle than usual.

Staring at the images on their camera, the two seasoned detectives fell into silence.

Could these sweet, affectionate photos really be used to damage Qin Mohuai’s reputation and cause Qin Corporation’s stock to drop?

Were their eyes deceiving them, or was their client’s intel completely wrong?

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Back at Yuxiang Mansion, on the rooftop of their villa…

Xia Yuan sat, eating her crayfish while listening to the song “Rainy Day.”

She turned to the man peeling crayfish beside her and smiled. “Do you like this song?” she asked.

“Not bad,” Qin Mohuai replied after glancing at the lyrics. Music was probably the only area he lacked skill in.

He was proficient in horseback riding, surfing, and held both a pilot’s license and an FIA Super License for racing. He had mastered everything required of an elite heir, excelling in each one—not only for the sake of inheriting the Qin family empire, but also because of his relentless ambition and drive for perfection.

But now, with Xia Yuan’s slender, fair leg resting casually on his lap and him peeling crayfish under her command, the tall and menacingly handsome man looked strangely innocent and pitiful. His slightly long gray-blue hair had been tied up in a quirky ponytail by her.

“Wife,” Qin Mohuai’s warm, velvety voice sounded, “why did you stand up for me at the barbecue stall?”

Xia Yuan furrowed her delicate brows, her bright black eyes darting mischievously. She had defended him because she didn’t want to see a repeat of what happened to her childhood neighbor. But how could she explain that to him?

“You’ve asked that same question like eight hundred times! Even a fish wouldn’t have such a bad memory! Fine, I’ll tell you one last time—my adrenaline was pumping, and all I could think was, ‘No one gets to insult my man.’ Even if you were to become dumb, I’d still be willing to have your baby. No one else has the right to judge.”

After their midnight snack and a shower, it was already 1:30 a.m. when they finally crawled into bed. Qin Mohuai held the sleeping Xia Yuan pretending to doze. His long, elegant fingers occasionally caressed her soft skin.

He had a hunch that Xia Yuan was just saying nice things to placate him, and there might have been other reasons she defended him. A twisted smile curled at the edges of his sharp, brooding eyes.

His gentle caress grew firmer, causing Xia Yuan to mumble in her sleep. He gazed down at her lovingly yet obsessively, a tear falling onto her neck. No matter what, as long as she stayed by his side forever, nothing else mattered.

Sensing his sadness in her sleep, Xia Yuan turned over and pressed her small hand against his firm, toned chest, instinctively scratching him like she always did.

Qin Mohuai’s Adam’s apple bobbed as a wave of heat surged through him. He could no longer control the burning desire in his heart and flipped her underneath him.

After all, she had already complained about his lack of bedside manners—so why not indulge himself?

As everyone knew, once a mad dog caught his wife’s scent, his brain stopped listening to anything but his desires. It wasn’t surprising that Xia Yuan would call him out on his poor bedside manner; he had no sense of service whatsoever.

The night was restless.

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The next day around noon, after brunch, Xia Yuan followed Qin Mohuai back to Shenghai Manor. Her head ached, and her body felt sore. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she drifted off to catch up on sleep.

Wearing a tailored, cold gray suit that exuded both elegance and wealth, Qin Mohuai leaned down to gently nudge her soft, warm cheek. He lifted the covers slightly and peeked in, his usually arrogant and unruly eyes betraying a rare hint of guilt.

“Wife, there’s a banquet tonight at the Pei family’s estate. They’ve invested heavily in car companies and manage several luxury car clubs. If you come, you might get to check out some incredible cars…”

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“The Pei family has invested in related industries. Didn’t you say you wanted a white mini version of a Maybach? Pei Jingchen is a good friend of mine. Whatever you want, just let him know. Will you come with me to the party tonight?”

After all that build-up, that last sentence was his real goal.

“No way!” Xia Yuan stuck one leg out from under the covers and kicked him. Her pure, fair face was both sleepy and irritated, her expression a messy mix of annoyance—part fierce, part adorably vicious.

He’d kept her up all night and didn’t have a clue? Could she even stand up and take a few steps right now?

It was Qin Mohuai who had carried her to the restaurant for brunch. Her legs and snow-white feet hung down, with clear red marks and bite imprints visible. It was like a wilted flower blooming again in an almost decadent beauty.

Xia Yuan shot Qin Mohuai a fierce glare before burying herself back under the covers to catch up on sleep.

Qin Mohuai kissed her gently through the blanket. “Alright, you rest well. I’ll go alone.”

The day she mentioned wanting the white mini Maybach, Qin Mohuai had already contacted Pei Jingchen. The car was assembled overseas and had arrived in Xiangzhou, just waiting for Xia Yuan to attend the party, where he planned to surprise her.

Qin Mohuai thought maybe he should’ve held back last night, but the satisfied look in his eyes showed no trace of regret.

As he stepped into the Pei family’s newly opened luxury car club, Pei Jingchen spotted him and walked over with a glass of champagne.

“Why are you alone? The little princess who loves white mini Maybachs didn’t come? Do you have any idea how much manpower and resources went into that car? It could’ve bought three regular Maybachs! Everyone attending the club’s opening is waiting for its debut. How can the handover ceremony start without her?”

Qin Mohuai’s pale, refined hand patted Pei Jingchen on the shoulder. “No rush on that. I’ve got something important to tell you. It all started last night at the BBQ stand.”

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