Chapter 25 It’s Not Easy to Be a Resilient Little White Flower

Ouyang Jing was reluctant to call Old Man Qin.

Once you accept something, you become indebted to it. If she chose the white mini Maybach, she would have to bear a child for Qin Mohuai, becoming a breeding machine for the Qin family.

That went against the self-reliance and self-love instilled in her since childhood.

“Cien, I want to stand on my own in the entertainment industry, and I’ll earn my own money to buy a Maybach.”

Song Cien shrugged. “Alright then.”

However, their conversation was overheard by someone with ulterior motives and spread quickly.

Today, Yang Ying attended the grand opening of the supercar club with her brother. Leaning against a pink Ferrari to take photos, she unexpectedly caught wind of the “rumor.”

Was the white mini Maybach meant as a gift for Ouyang Jing from the heir?

Did Xia Yuan know about this?

Yang Ying leaned against the railing on the second floor, snapping a few photos of the white mini Maybach from above to post on her social media.

[The Maybach customized by the heir and Young Master Pei, rumored to be a gift for his fiancée?]

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**Saint Sea Manor.**

Xia Yuan opened her eyes and looked out the window, where shimmering light danced on the golden surface and dappled green shadows played. She had slept until 5 PM.

After last night, the love meter for the crazy male lead had risen to 90%. It was so close to success yet still so far; the closer it got, the harder it was to crack the heart of the crazy male lead.

Though Qin Mohuai was domineering and assertive, his protective instincts were strong. She could act recklessly around him, including shooting fireworks at him and climbing on his shoulders to reach the attic.

But she also had to obey him; everything about her daily life was subject to his opinions. Sometimes, his overly masculine tendencies were too much, but Xia Yuan didn’t mind. This was rooted in her personality and family background.

Having lost her parents at a young age, Xia Yuan’s experiences with intimate relationships were never healthy. Teachers and friends were mere passing figures in her life; her few years with a boyfriend had only led to disappointment, and her elderly grandmother required her time and attention to care for.

No one had ever been there to support or take responsibility for her; she desperately needed a reliable harbor to shelter her drifting soul.

Unfortunately, all of this was a fantasy.

“Miss, you’re awake. Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something before dinner? There’s still an hour to go,” Butler Wang said.

Xia Yuan shook her head. “My alarm didn’t go off. I was planning to learn how to make a cake from the chef, but it’s too late now.”

Butler Wang’s eyes brightened. “Is the young master’s birthday coming up? Are you learning to make a cake for him?”

Xia Yuan replied, “Yes, but you must keep it a secret. I want to surprise him.”

Butler Wang smiled kindly. “Of course.”

Xia Yuan returned to the second floor and snuggled into a bean bag, waiting for Qin Mohuai to come back for dinner.

Her porcelain skin almost seemed translucent under the sunlight, and her slender fingers absently scrolled through baking videos. Her lazy cat-like eyes lacked spark; making a cake felt too difficult.

A maid named Xiao Jing, who got along well with Xia Yuan, approached her. “Miss, I thought you would stay in the villa a few more days.”

Xiao Jing noticed the faint red marks beneath Xia Yuan’s collarbone. The young master was really too rough with her.

Xia Yuan replied, “There are too many people in the manor; it’s bustling with life. Living alone in the villa feels too quiet.”

That was, of course, a diplomatic excuse.

The real reason was…

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In the Saint Sea Manor, with so many eyes around, Qin Mohuai, the incredibly noble heir, still had to maintain his dignity in front of everyone. He wouldn’t dare to act recklessly with her.

Living in the villa was where she truly lost her dignity!

Dressed in a silk nightgown that barely covered anything, she was taken to the dining room by him, forced to sit on his lap. There was no point in resisting against a tyrant; it would only excite the rebellious tyrant even more.

Although her body couldn’t endure even a little roughhousing, unless Qin Mohuai wanted to see her dead, she still couldn’t help but worry when he reacted.

As she ate, she was constantly on guard against being “eaten” herself, alert to his next move. Xia Yuan felt mentally exhausted, fearing he might suddenly reach under her barely concealing skirt or directly into her open neckline.

In a desperate move, Xia Yuan decided to take the initiative, giving a gentle kiss to the charming yet menacing beauty, hoping to appear somewhat submissive and appeasing.

While chatting with Xiao Jing, Xia Yuan opened WeChat and scrolled through her moments.

She occasionally checked Yang Ying’s updates, hoping to spot if Yang Ying was dating a fitness coach so she could intervene and save her from being played by a man of low character.

But instead of discovering someone else’s business, she found herself in hot water.

Qin Mohuai was going to gift Ouyang Jing a Maybach?

Xia Yuan’s first reaction wasn’t anger but sudden realization.

When the idea of a white mini Maybach popped into her head, she found it strange because she had no real concept of luxury cars. Even after becoming a top lyricist in the industry, she had only bought a Volkswagen for transportation.

It turned out her desire for a Maybach had been inspired by Ouyang Jing.

In the original story, Ouyang Jing wanted a white mini Maybach but refused Qin Mohuai’s gift, insisting on earning it herself. Ouyang Jing’s resilience made Qin Mohuai see her as special, so he really didn’t insist on giving her the Maybach. Ouyang Jing continued to strive for it, but by the end, she never got to drive one.

Xia Yuan took it easy; Qin Mohuai was a person with strong opinions, and she couldn’t control who he gifted cars to.

If this car was meant for Ouyang Jing…

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Ouyang Jing’s words were better; she would get jealous in front of Qin Mohuai, saying some sweet, cheesy things he liked to hear, which might boost his affection for her.

Before dinner, Qin Mohuai returned home. Xia Yuan walked to the entrance to greet him but stopped a meter away from him.

With her fair and delicate fingers covering her mouth and nose, her playful brows and eyes resembled a picky little cat. “You smell so bad; go take a shower first.”

Qin Mohuai raised an eyebrow, a gloomy yet elegant smile on his face. He spoke leisurely, “First, give me a kiss.”

He could already smell the sweet, soft scent of his wife, like a starving dog encountering a bone—he wouldn’t stop until he got it.

Xia Yuan quickly pecked him on the lips, just a brief touch at the corner of his mouth without letting him get close anywhere else.

Qin Mohuai clicked his tongue. A little cleanliness obsession cultivated by his own hands could only be indulged further.

After dinner, Qin Mohuai handed Xia Yuan a set of keys. “I wanted to give you a surprise, but since you didn’t come to the party with me, I brought the car back. Go check it out in the garage.”

Xia Yuan’s eyelashes fluttered, feeling the keys were hot in her hands. “I was just saying that casually.”

Qin Mohuai replied, “Baby, I just wanted to give you a gift. Whether you want it or not isn’t my concern. If you don’t like it, you can consider it a collectible; out of sight, out of mind.”

Xia Yuan suddenly had a thought. “What if I want to earn money to buy a Maybach myself?”

The mad man Qin Mohuai liked the resilient Xia Yuan, so if she tried the path of resilience, would her affection points increase?

Qin Mohuai pinched his high nose bridge, his noble brows and eyes unusually filled with a hint of exasperation. “Even if I die, I will leave you enough money so you won’t have to suffer.”

“And can you even endure hardship? You’re too lazy to lift your little butt in bed. What can I expect from you?”

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