Chapter 39 Jealousy and Madness—Do You Still Love Your Ex-Boyfriend?

The basement of this villa was a vast sunken garden.

The first underground level was decorated in a wabi-sabi style, with a texture of cement and natural wood, emanating a touch of ethereal beauty amidst its starkness.

Those who didn’t understand appreciated it only as a barren aesthetic, unaware that the towering stone pillar was worth a million…

Dressed in a blue, fitted mermaid dress, Xia Yuan slowly walked into the basement, appearing as the only splash of color in a black-and-white world.

Xia Yuan paused, holding a pile of medicine bottles, as she saw Qin Mohuai curled up on the sofa. His face was obscured, but she could clearly sense his pain.

Qin Mohuai had always given Xia Yuan the impression of being impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding authority, with a psychological resilience bordering on the abnormal, facing any situation with calmness.

When had she ever seen him so weak?

He looked like a succubus deprived of satisfaction, curled up in a painful ball, even his strong tail drooping limply, lacking the strength to flirt with his wife. He appeared truly weak and pitiable.

Worry gnawed at Xia Yuan; upon seeing him like this, she immediately approached.

Kneeling on the carpet with her pale, soft knees, her delicate fingertips brushed against his cheek. The man, suffering from a craving for skin contact, couldn’t help but tremble, instinctively moving to kiss Xia Yuan’s fingers.

His sharp teeth gently captured her slender fingers, careful not to hurt her, merely holding them between his hot lips to lick and kiss. The sensation was warm and sticky, his sharp teeth lightly grazing her soft flesh, greedily wanting to drain her dry.

Xia Yuan’s mind spun; a blush crept across her cheeks from his temptation. She barely managed to clear her throat and said, “Uncle Wang said you didn’t take your medicine tonight. You don’t look well; you should take it quickly.”

She hadn’t expected his condition to be this severe and wondered if his illness could be cured.

Qin Mohuai opened his wet, blood-red eyes, his long, strong fingers cradling her face. With a fierce yet vulnerable energy, he kissed her lips, occasionally letting out weak, sexy sounds, nearly sucking the breath out of Xia Yuan. It was an insatiable demand, a forceful conquest.

Xia Yuan felt her vision blur. Just before losing consciousness, she tugged at Qin Mohuai’s ear and lightly slapped him a few times.

“Do you want me to die?”

“Dying while kissing is quite romantic.”

“…You’re insane.”

“I’ve always been insane. I’m still a control freak, yet you still came looking for me.”

Qin Mohuai squinted his desire-laden eyes, sliding from the sofa to the carpet and naturally pulling Xia Yuan into his embrace.

His long, elegant fingers gently lifted her knee, his breath growing heavier, the bubbles of his voice languid and enticing. “How is your skin so soft? It turns red just from kneeling on the carpet. Don’t do this anymore.”

What a big wolf pretending to be innocent!

Xia Yuan rubbed her betraying little ears, knowing they were flushed without even looking.

“Please take your medicine first; we can talk after you’ve taken it.”

“Baby.” With his chin resting on her shoulder, the man rubbed his high nose against her cheek, occasionally letting out a pained groan for her to hear. “The way you’re coaxing me to take my medicine now is like a wife unsatisfied with her husband ‘nourishing his stomach’ by taking pills. If I don’t take my medicine, the doctor says I can skip it when my mental state is good.”

Xia Yuan bit her lip and muttered, “Okay then.”

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Qin Mohuai’s cold, indifferent voice broke the silence. “Why did you praise Ning Jiale for having ‘distinctive features and excellent bone structure’?”

Xia Yuan felt a chill run down her spine. Had Qin Mohuai overheard their conversation in the living room?

“That wasn’t my compliment; it was the media’s evaluation of Ning Jiale. I was just borrowing their words.”

“What’s the difference? You praised him.” Qin Mohuai’s voice was chillingly calm, sounding somewhat cruel.

He didn’t know how to vent the anger and panic boiling within him. In truth, he wanted to discuss Mu Yao with Xia Yuan, yet he feared hearing something he couldn’t accept from her lips.

Although their first meeting had been Xia Yuan enticing him, the system hadn’t provided all the information. She was unaware that ‘Xia Yuan’ had a boyfriend, Mu Yao, with whom she was currently in a cold war.

From the very first encounter, Qin Mohuai had been completely charmed by his wife, making his twenty-seven years of abstinence seem like a joke.

The elegant yet unruly prince was uncertain if he had truly fallen for Xia Yuan or if he merely wanted to indulge himself, so he discreetly visited the Tianxi Club. The manager had gathered the most beautiful and alluring women within a hundred miles, creating a scene as grand and extravagant as a selection banquet for a concubine.

Qin Mohuai’s close friend showed no reaction, seemingly only following Xia Yuan’s orders.

With that, there was nothing more to discuss.

That night, the domineering master conducted a thorough investigation into Xia Yuan, showing no regard for her privacy, only to discover she had a boyfriend, Mu Yao, with whom she was currently estranged.

After a “conversation” with Mu Yao, Qin Mohuai watched as Mu Yao angrily took one million to study abroad.

He felt that Xia Yuan didn’t love him enough—was her heart still lingering on Mu Yao?

“Baby, starting tomorrow, don’t go out, okay?” Qin Mohuai’s eyes were a blood-red, glistening with a sickly kind of affection and… desire.

Uncle Wang stood at the entrance of the basement, aware that the young lady had been inside for half an hour. It was nearly eleven; weren’t they tired?

Suddenly, he heard a sharp scream, reminiscent of a lonely crane’s mournful cry, echoing with struggle and pain.

“Everyone is to stay away from the basement tonight. If anyone dares to go take a look, I won’t be able to protect you.”

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A sharp, needle-like pain throbbed in her, and her pale lips were bruised from being bitten.

Last night, Qin Mohuai had cried and gone mad, dragging Mu Yao into it, forcing Xia Yuan to relent and indulge him once. However, the original author had set Qin Mohuai up with a craving for skin and an addiction to intimacy. Once he tasted sweetness, he could never control himself, even though she had completely complied with his desires.

The claims of wanting to have a child only during ovulation and that he was too weak to do anything but kiss her were all lies. Qin Mohuai had never kept those promises!

Xia Yuan realized that whether or not Qin Mohuai took his medication didn’t prevent him from going insane.

She couldn’t stay at Shenghai Manor any longer; he would drive her to madness. She wanted to go home!

“If only this body could really get pregnant; at least Qin Mohuai would have some reservations,” she thought.

**System:** “Just hang in there! Yesterday, your affection level rose to 92%. Your hard work is paying off!”

Xia Yuan: “Heh.”

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**Xia Family, Jinqiu Community.**

Liang Min returned home from work and spotted a pair of bare pink, size 36, logo-less, top-quality comfortable lambskin flats at the entrance.

That meant her daughter was back.

The house was quiet as Liang Min walked into her daughter’s room.

The girl lay sleeping soundly on the bed, and in the soft orange glow of the bedside lamp, she noticed Xia Yuan’s bruised lips. She pulled back the blanket to take a look.

Liang Min felt both angry and ashamed. Mr. Qin was truly too careless with her daughter! He was mistreating her!

Fuming, she went into the kitchen and asked Xia Yi to make a nourishing soup.

Xia Yi: “Nourishing? Sure.”

Liang Min muttered, “I don’t think Mr. Qin really likes Yuan; he just wants a fun companion. Should we have a talk with him and suggest he find someone else?”

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