Chapter 4 To My Love

For the six months she had been dating Qin Mohuai, Xia Yuan had been living at Shenghai Manor. Thankfully, the manor was large enough for her to play golf, drive around, and enjoy the scenery…

This type of confinement didn’t particularly bother her; in fact, it suited her introverted, socially anxious personality.

However, the crazy male lead’s affection level had stayed at 82% for a long time. Xia Yuan realized that simply going along with him wasn’t working. A whole year could pass, and his affection level might still be stuck at 82%. Besides, she preferred a softer approach over force.

Qin Mohuai’s kiss was heavy on her lips, and her soft cheeks held a hint of rebellion. “I’ve moved out this time and have no intention of going back,” she said.

Qin Mohuai was utterly enraged. His wet, pitiful eyes turned cold and menacing. He didn’t even make it to the bedroom before tearing her clothes apart, the expensive dress worth tens of thousands becoming nothing but shreds on the floor.

Her waist-length black hair contrasted sharply with her pale skin, which was soon covered in red marks. Xia Yuan, like a swan craning its neck, was held captive in Qin Mohuai’s embrace, humiliated.

Was this what 82% affection felt like? She couldn’t feel it at all.

She had no idea how long had passed before her stomach growled loudly with hunger, finally snapping Qin Mohuai back to a sliver of rationality.

His bloodshot eyes were cold and beautiful, and his hoarse voice was both dangerous and seductive. “Say you were wrong, and that you’re willing to come back with me.”

Xia Yuan lay on the bed, her eyes vacant. She weakly tugged at the sheets, wrapping them around herself. There was no way she would say something that would please him.

How could he have the nerve to say she was wrong when he secretly arranged an engagement?

Just because he was the male lead, with power and status, did he think he could twist right and wrong?

Xia Yuan’s personality was as gentle as water, but when she was stubborn, not even ten oxen could drag her back.

Qin Mohuai stood over her, coldly examining Xia Yuan, whose trembling legs and pitiful expression might have made him pull her into his arms on any other day, soothing her and telling her to stop. Or perhaps he would have coaxed her into going all night…

But now, if she dared to talk back, what would stop her from cheating on him in the future? He absolutely couldn’t allow her to live outside any longer.

Qin Mohuai grabbed his phone and left the bedroom, calling his secretary to deliver food. He felt something underfoot as he walked out.

Turning on the hallway light, he saw it was a black dragon-headed ring. It fit perfectly on his finger.

Not far away on the floor was a small card. It read: “To my love.”

The handwriting was Xia Yuan’s.

Qin Mohuai clutched the card, his heart pounding wildly, his eyelid twitching.

So, his wife hadn’t run away; she had gone out to buy him a ring?

But he hadn’t received any notification of her spending.

Could she have used her own pocket money to buy him the ring?

Realizing this, the tall and handsome man felt a pang of guilt.

He rushed back to the bedroom and covered his wife’s eyes with his hand, then turned on the bedside lamp with its soft orange glow. Kneeling by the bed, his earlier fierceness from tormenting her was nowhere to be seen.

Xia Yuan understood that he had probably found the black dragon-headed ring.

She had hesitated for a long time in the vintage shop before swiping her card to buy it. Originally, she had planned to surprise him, but instead, Qin Mohuai had given her a shock. For a moment, she had genuinely thought she would die beneath him.

“Go away. I don’t want to see you,” she said weakly, her voice as drained as her body. Qin Mohuai was nothing but a seductive fox!

Qin Mohuai impatiently ran a hand through his blue hair, his handsome face leaning in as he nuzzled against his wife’s cheeks and fragrant neck. In his deep, husky, and seductive voice, he said, “Wife, you know I’m sick. Not only do I have to take a lot of medication, but I also see a therapist regularly.”

“I’m sorry, baby. When I saw the house dark and empty without you, I thought you didn’t want me anymore. I was really scared.”

“Please, wife, just talk to me… I can’t imagine a world without you. I’d go insane. How about I let you be on top later and vent all your anger on me?”

Xia Yuan chuckled, amused. No matter what he said, he never forgot to sneak in a little benefit for himself. Truly, he never broke from the character the author gave him as an addiction-driven male lead.

Seeing his affection level rise to 83%, she softly murmured, “Mhm,” signaling that she had forgiven him.

Qin Mohuai beamed with joy. The usually pampered man bent down to clean up the mess. As the eldest grandson of the prestigious Qin family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the concept of “housework” didn’t exist in his vocabulary.

But ever since Xia Yuan came into his life, Qin Mohuai’s possessiveness skyrocketed, and he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else washing his wife’s undergarments, so he learned how to do laundry himself.

Once, when a maid was packing their luggage for a trip and held Xia Yuan’s silk nightgown, Qin Mohuai’s face turned grim as he asked, “Why are you touching my wife’s clothes? Put the nightgown down. I’ll pack the luggage myself.”

From then on, Qin Mohuai became quite skilled at doing housework.

If he caught Xia Yuan secretly washing her underwear in the bathroom, he would nibble on her ear in protest, saying, “Why are you taking away my right? I dirtied it, so I should be the one to wash it. My fingers have already gotten red and allergic from scrubbing. Baby, you don’t know how to do laundry at all, stop being stubborn. I’ll wash your underwear for the rest of my life.”

Xia Yuan replied, “What if we have a fight?”

Qin Mohuai said, “Then I’ll wash it with a cold face.”

The secretary drove Qin Mohuai back to Shenghai Manor. His workdays were always busy, and after work, his routine was set: gym, reading, and occasionally attending social gatherings. His life was extremely regimented. If Xia Yuan hadn’t knocked on his Maybach’s door that day and boldly undressed, the progress of their relationship wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

Qin Mohuai opened the car’s mini-fridge, poured himself a glass of wine, and his slender, cool white fingers toyed with the black dragon-headed ring—arrogant yet elegant.

How lonely must someone be to drink alone? Whenever Xia Yuan wasn’t by his side, this loneliness overwhelmed him, like a demon forgotten by his wife, waiting in the abyss for ten thousand years, day after day, for her to return to him.

“She seems a bit clumsy…”

“But I return empty-handed every time, huh, it’s just a little trick of letting go to catch.”

Secretary: …

You do love this routine, don’t you?

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Sitting on the balcony in the early morning, Xia Yuan, with a cup of hot cocoa, wrote the complete lyrics of “Rainy Day.” Just by reading the lyrics, it’s a sad love song.

It’s strange.

In the original world, all the lyrics Xia Yuan wrote were about growth, inspiration, and sacrifice. She couldn’t even write a love song after being in a relationship with her ex for four or five years.

But after being with Qin Mohuai for half a year, she had a continuous flow of inspiration for love songs.

Perhaps it’s because she was platonic with her ex, but with Qin Mohuai, there was no shame…

Zhou Maoer lived in the villa area of Yunxiang Mansion, not far from the townhouse. In the morning, after receiving the lyrics, a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

At a gathering in the circle, Zhou Maoer saw Xia Yuan next to Qin Mohuai and learned from her brother that Xia Yuan wanted to write songs for celebrities, so she tried to contact Xia Yuan.

She was a top-tier singer, how could she ask an unknown lyricist to write songs for her? Flattering Xia Yuan was entirely for the sake of the Prince of the Qin family behind her.

But Zhou Maoer didn’t expect Xia Yuan to be quite talented.

“Yuan Yuan, when I make ‘Rainy Day’ a hit, I’ll share the profits with you!”

“This is the first love song I’ve written. I’m not sure about its quality. If the record company doesn’t like it, you don’t have to use it.”

“No, no, no, I have some influence in the company. I want to sing it!”

Afraid that Xia Yuan wouldn’t let her sing this song, Zhou Maoer immediately had her assistant send over a contract to sign with Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan was only going to stay here for a year. She didn’t plan on advancing her career, but she was too bored, and she was also afraid of being truly spoiled by Qin Mohuai.

She spent the whole afternoon sleeping, and when she woke up, she answered Qin Mohuai’s call.

“Baby, I want to see you.”