Chapter 30 Secretly Perverse, Stunning His Wife, and Then Getting Beaten Up

In order to create a healthy and green world in her novel, the system chose her to target the psychopathic male lead and break up the sweet couple.

The original author characterized the male lead as a madman with an addiction to X and a skin hunger syndrome, giving him an intense sexual tension, unyielding and tireless in his pursuits. However, in reality, the male and female leads only understood each other in the end, resulting in a very pure and wholesome conclusion.

The female lead was proud and aloof, unwilling to let the madman touch her. In response, the madman would take cold showers, go racing, or engage in boxing to vent his inner desires. Although he was insane, he was also restrained and gentlemanly—what a steadfast love!

Yet, no matter how steadfast, if the female lead angered the madman, she would still end up being confined until her pride was broken and she begged for forgiveness.

Xia Yuan thought that her relationship with Qin Mohuai could hardly be called steadfast; at most, it was merely lust. If only Qin Mohuai weren’t so fierce in bed and could show her a bit more gentlemanly care, her body would be much more flexible!

If the pampered female lead faced such a terrible fate after angering the madman, how much worse would it be for her?

Thus, in a moment of desperation, Xia Yuan slapped Qin Mohuai. If she could shift all the blame onto him, wouldn’t that mean she was off the hook?

Besides, it was indeed his fault.

Qin Mohuai’s handsome, pale face bore the faint imprint of five fingers—much less noticeable than the marks he usually left on Xia Yuan’s fair, delicate waist.

Xia Yuan’s eyes were reddened, tears welling up like small beans, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

“This body of mine has been spoiled by you. I don’t want to leave you, but what can I do? I can’t have children for you. Old Master Qin said you need a child; otherwise, you’re in danger, and anyone could secretly harm you. So I…”

Xia Yuan choked up, a tear perfectly sliding down her cheek. “Then I have to leave. I can’t just stay with you because I like you and risk ruining your future and life. That’s too selfish; I can’t do it.”

Qin Mohuai’s fierce emotions subsided, the fiery redness in his eyes softened as he embraced Xia Yuan’s waist, kissing the top of her head with deep affection.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just returned to the country and was furious to find you weren’t home. I didn’t have time to understand all this.”

“Forget it. You’re the one with issues. What can I argue with you about?”

In her heart, Xia Yuan had already wished the little persona named ‘Qin Mohuai’ dead a hundred times.

“Thank you, wife,” Qin Mohuai said, his elongated tone sexy and languid, planting a kiss on Xia Yuan’s fair and slightly pink ear.

His long, agile fingers undid the buttons of her white shirt, and when he touched her soft, delicate flesh, Qin Mohuai felt a shiver of pleasure run through him. He finally understood what it meant to miss this kind of taste after a short separation.

Xia Yuan felt irritated and refused to cooperate with him. Since her upper body was exposed, she clutched her pants tightly, not willing to give the desperate man even a hint of sweetness.

Qin Mohuai’s eyes were misty, desire barely contained as he murmured sweetly in her ear, unsure if it was his breath or tears that dampened her fair neck, their mingled breaths gradually turning sweet and ambiguous.

Xia Yuan felt herself heating up all over under his teasing. It seemed like the gates were about to fall; her small hands clutched her pants weakly, needing only a gentle push from Qin Mohuai to give in. The bad man chuckled softly in her ear, triumphant.

“I want our family of four to be happy.”

“It will be, baby, as you wish.”

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Liang Min and Xia Yi didn’t rush home after finishing work; instead, they watched a movie and then went to a barbecue stall to enjoy some skewers.

The two felt as if they had returned to twenty years ago—though poor, they were carefree and satisfied.

With meat skewers in front of them and handsome men by their side, Liang Min thought to herself that no matter how difficult life got, she could endure it.

Xia Yi felt that his wife was radiating charm.

He wore a dull gray plaid shirt, which was a disaster in terms of taste, but he was clean and handsome, standing in a different league from those around him.

Two young girls approached to ask for WeChat, only to be told by Xia Yi, “My daughter is older than you.”

The girls’ faces turned ashen, and they slowly faded away.

Liang Min smiled, “It’s almost midnight. Let’s pack some skewers to take home; otherwise, Yuan and Yuzhe will start to worry.”

Xia Yi’s eyes were filled with admiration for his wife, and he responded eagerly, “Sure!”

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The Xia family’s residential community had been built for over twenty years, and the property management was practically non-existent. There was only one streetlamp a few meters away, so the neighborhood was quite dark at night.

Under the tiny orange lights, they saw a Maybach parked at the entrance of their building, with Qin Mohuai carrying Xia Yuan as he walked out.

Upon seeing Xia Yi and Liang Min, Qin Mohuai greeted them calmly, “Good evening, Uncle and Aunt.”

Xia Yuan shivered violently, even forgetting to sob.

Just a moment ago, while in her room, Qin Mohuai had sworn that he had sent everyone in the house away and that he wouldn’t be back tonight.

He was lying! That damn psychopathic madman! He really deserved to die!

Xia Yuan bit into the man’s shoulder through her white shirt and exerted all her strength to claw at him! Qin Mohuai remained unperturbed, his smile elegant and composed, even gently stroking Xia Yuan’s back.

“Uncle and Aunt, I want to apologize to Grandpa for the recent events. I will handle everything one by one. It’s getting late, so you both should rest well. I’ll take Yuan home now.”

Liang Min tightened her grip on the bag of barbecue. Faced with Qin Mohuai’s imposing presence, she didn’t dare to voice any complaints, but as a mother, her resolve strengthened.

“Mr. Qin, since such things have happened, there will be a second and third time.”

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“If Yuan was just kicked out this time, what about next time? Could it cost my daughter her life?”

Qin Mohuai felt a tightness in his chest, his love for the treasure in his arms infinitely deep. “Aunt, I promise you, this will never happen again. I will resolve this issue at its root.”

He tightened his grip around Xia Yuan’s waist, resembling a demon ensnared by love, with a glaring possessiveness in his eyes. Trying to take Xia Yuan away from him would be harder than draining his very bones of blood.

Liang Min wanted to say something else, but Xia Yi suddenly pressed his palm against hers.

Once the Maybach drove away, Liang Min couldn’t hold back her anger. “Why did you interrupt me just now?”

Xia Yi replied, “I was scared.”

Liang Min’s anger dissipated in an instant as she took his hand and led him home. It was dark around them, and she almost forgot that Xia Yi was afraid of the dark.

Upon returning to the Shenghai Manor, Xia Yuan found that the usually cheerful atmosphere had turned tense and anxious. Taking advantage of the fact that Qin Mohuai was in the study on a phone call, she called over Xiao Jing to ask what was going on.

Xiao Jing was a bit of a drama queen, and as she spoke, she almost began to cry. “After the young master came home and found you weren’t here, he threw a huge tantrum. Thankfully you’re back; otherwise, we would’ve all ended up depressed under the young master’s tyranny.”

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