Chapter 32 Showing Off My Wife on My Birthday

Although Qin Mohuai intended not to hold a banquet for his birthday this time, Butler Wang still secretly prepared a celebration. After all, they should at least have a good meal, right?

Qin Mohuai liked blue, so from the meticulously trimmed lawn surrounding the fountain to the valuable Roman column sculptures inside and out, everything was adorned with elegant and fresh blue roses on the several-meter-long dining table.

Each seat at the long table had specially customized tableware: a set of deep, pure, sky-blue glazed bowls and plates that matched Qin Mohuai’s noble and tranquil temperament. The Chinese wine set was even more extravagant, featuring hand-cut blue crystal glasses with luxurious, intricate details fit for a collector.

Xia Yuan carefully made a 10-inch animal cream cake and took it upstairs to hide it.

After washing the car and baking the cake, she felt a bit tired. Once she hid the cake, she lay down on the bed to rest, with more than an hour until Qin Mohuai’s birthday.

Qin Mohuai was born at 12:30 PM on October 10th, so his birthday parties usually started at that time.

Just a few minutes after Xia Yuan lay down, she heard the sound of cars and lively voices.

From the noise, it seemed there were more than three or five people.

She dragged her slightly weary body to the floor-to-ceiling window and saw a bus, with elegantly dressed young ladies and gentlemen continuously getting off.

OMG.

Xia Yuan felt her social anxiety creeping up.

To not disappoint Butler Wang’s meticulous preparation for the lunch, she changed into a custom-made, nude pink satin slip dress adorned with several dazzling diamond circles. The dress was sweet and romantic yet elegant, and her neck and wrists were bare, allowing her porcelain-like skin to shine with its delicacy.

Having spent most of her time at home, she had never dressed up so grandly before. Originally, she had put it on to impress Qin Mohuai, which already made her feel pressured.

It was as if his birthday was a big deal to her…

Maybe she should change her clothes.

Xia Yuan raised her hand and gently patted her flushed cheeks. The smooth satin pressed against her arms, creating soft curves, with a delicate white ridge becoming visible, exuding the fragrance and delicacy of a young girl, making it hard to look away.

As she stood there, the corridor was lined with sound-absorbing carpet. Qin Mohuai silently entered the half-open door of the master bedroom and saw this beautiful scene.

Butler Wang hadn’t lied to him; his precious one had dressed beautifully and delicately for his birthday celebration.

Qin Mohuai hugged the petite figure from behind, his voice husky. “It’s just my birthday; let’s spend the day here together.”

Xia Yuan jumped in surprise and then felt speechless. Please don’t say such frightening things!

“I saw many of your friends have arrived. It’s not realistic to spend the whole day here; you should go down and entertain them.”

“I don’t want to.”

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The dress was long, making it impossible for him to misbehave from the hem; he could only take advantage from the neckline.

Xia Yuan sensed Qin Mohuai’s restless agitation and was the first to grasp his wrist, her bright eyes warning him not to act recklessly.

The man’s phoenix eyes were alluring and composed, like the cool fragrance of ebony on him—both abstinent and gentle, subtly stirring one’s heart.

Xia Yuan didn’t dare to hold his gaze for too long; otherwise, she would feel he was very gentle, and she might drown in it.

Qin Mohuai said, “You’re my wife; you should entertain them with me.”

Once he had the urge to show off his wife, he couldn’t stop.

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Pei Jincheng had one hand in his pocket, wearing a specially tailored Italian suit that accentuated his noble demeanor, exuding an air of carefree charm. His restless fox-like eyes roamed around.

“Where did Qin Mohuai go?”

Yang Yi replied, “He’s upstairs; he must be calling Xia Yuan.”

Pei Jincheng snickered lightly, “He’s probably up there secretly inflating his wife.”

Yang Yi shrugged helplessly. You couldn’t wake someone who was consumed by jealousy.

Pei Jincheng’s naturally fox-like eyes and his face, handsome yet roguish, suggested he was a master of romance, especially since he drove a super luxury car. He seemed to be a playboy.

However, in reality, Pei Jincheng had always been single. In the past, during street racing, he would rather curse himself to break an arm or a leg than use a lifetime of being single as a bet. Beneath his roguish exterior lay a pure-hearted boy.

Butler Wang cleared his throat, signaling everyone to sit down and enjoy some tea.

Within minutes, both the large and small living rooms were filled with people. Saint Sea Manor had never been this lively. Butler Wang counted the guests and quickly instructed the servants to add more tables and dishes.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “Oh, look, there’s a Starry Dew!”

Pei Jincheng looked over, surprised to see such a cute doll at Qin Mohuai’s home.

He sneered, “Someone must have visited and forgotten to take their doll back.”

Yang Yi replied, “What if there’s a girl living in Saint Sea Manor who likes Starry Dew?”

Pei Jincheng retorted, “Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Jealousy distorted one’s perception. Pei Jincheng confidently declared, “Who could stand Qin Mohuai’s bad temper? It’s not trendy to be a domineering boyfriend anymore; the mainstream is a gentle and refined, twenty-four filial good boyfriend!”

In his heart, Yang Yi scoffed: When you’re racing cars and gambling with your life, frequently attending high-society banquets, and lavishly supporting rising starlets, it seems rather disconnected from being a gentle and refined boyfriend.

Yang Yi reflected on himself and straightened his back, realizing, ah, so he was the mainstream.

A few minutes later, someone discovered a Loro Piana creamy white shawl, clearly meant for women.

Such personal belongings, even if they accidentally ended up in Saint Sea Manor, would usually be tidied up and stored away by the servants.

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So the current situation only indicated one thing: there was indeed a female master living in Saint Sea Manor.

“I’ve heard for a long time that the Prince is keeping someone at home.”

“It seems he’s been hiding her for over half a year, keeping her in a golden house without showing her off.”

“Why not take her out? Is it because she’s not good-looking?”

In their circle, status and appearances mattered the most. If someone had a girlfriend but didn’t announce it, it meant she was unpresentable and would become a laughingstock among them.

Pei Jincheng scoffed, “Of course a blow-up doll isn’t presentable. By the time AI humanoids are created, Qin Mohuai might actually be worthy of having a girlfriend.”

The next moment, Qin Mohuai came down the curved staircase, holding Xia Yuan’s hand, succinctly introducing, “This is my wife, Xia Yuan.”

An uproar ensued among the crowd.

Wasn’t the Prince’s fiancée Ouyang Jing?

When did he get married and have a wife?

Pei Jincheng felt a mix of emotions; that dog, Qin Mohuai, actually had a girlfriend, while he did not.

Was there any justice in the world?

During the lunch banquet, Xia Yuan sat beside Qin Mohuai, and due to her social anxiety, all her attention was focused on him. She occasionally stole glances at him for a sense of security. Usually, she wasn’t this clingy, but today was special.

This obedient and endearing scene only made Pei Jincheng more envious. Anyone who didn’t know might think Qin Mohuai had stolen his girlfriend.

Why? Why did the gloomy and crawly Qin Mohuai get to have such a well-behaved and beautiful wife? She even asked Qin Mohuai for permission before taking a sip of red wine! Pei Jincheng felt that the world had gone mad; it must be an act. This was definitely a performance.