Chapter 64: Exquisite

Leng Mohan spread three blueprints on the table, his gaze flitting between them, not missing a single detail.

Each blueprint was exquisitely designed, but he seemed hesitant.

Finally, his gaze settled on a drawing of a spacious, minimalist room, a slight smile playing on his lips as if he’d made an important decision. He planned to choose furniture according to this blueprint when he went shopping tomorrow.

At that moment, the sound of Luo Jiaojiao showering echoed from the bathroom, reverberating in Leng Mohan’s ears, stirring his heart.

He lowered his head, lost in thought, seemingly contemplating profound matters.

Luo Jiaojiao came out of the shower, her heart a little flustered. She looked at Leng Mohan gratefully and softly said, “Brother Leng, how do I wash these clothes? Your hand is injured; let me do it. Could you just supervise?”

She remembered seeing Leng Mohan wash clothes before. Although she hadn’t tried it herself, it didn’t seem difficult.

She felt immense gratitude towards Leng Mohan. On that dangerous night, if he hadn’t appeared in time, she didn’t know what would have happened to her.

Luo Jiaojiao would always remember that help from others is a kindness, not an obligation. Even though Leng Mohan was her husband, she remained grateful, never believing it was his duty.

In her short eighteen years, she had witnessed husbands who pushed their wives into the fire. Now, although there weren’t the same strict limitations on interactions between men and women as before, even a few extra words with another man could invite gossip, or even beatings and abuse.

After Leng Mohan rescued her, although he was displeased, he didn’t question her excessively, suspect her, or do anything else over the top. Such behavior was truly rare.

Because it was so rare, she wanted to cherish it. Perhaps, with careful cultivation, living with Leng Mohan would be a good choice.

Leng Mohan’s actions today, besides making her grateful, inexplicably gave her a sense of security.

Since childhood, she had lived under the strict demands of Luo Jiahui and Lin Li, like a controlled puppet, unable to have her own thoughts. Her wishes were worthless in their eyes, even forbidden.

Now, although she was married, she longed for change. However, no matter how hard she tried, how strong she acted, she was still just a woman. Women always need security.

Luo Jiaojiao realized all she wanted was a home, a family that would protect her. Now she had found it. Leng Mohan had given her a home and cared for her in countless ways.

When she learned that she wasn’t Luo Jiahui and Lin Li’s biological daughter, but a switched child, her world crumbled. The news that her biological parents had died saving the girl who had been switched with her was like a bolt from the blue, plunging her into deep fear and helplessness.

At night, she could only cry silently under the covers, worried about being driven away, not knowing where to turn.

As she feared, Luo Mei Hui, who had been reunited with her family, couldn’t accept her and wanted to drive her away. At that moment, her heart felt as if it were being torn apart. Thankfully, Leng Mohan appeared in time and took her away from that heartbreaking place.

Luo Jiaojiao stood alone at the door, her eyes lost, her thoughts in turmoil.

The words echoed in her mind, and she mused: Could Leng Mohan be that special person? This thought made her smile wryly, because even she found it absurd.

She recalled the moment that had made her feel incredibly safe. It wasn’t because Leng Mohan had stopped her from running, nor because he had roughly shielded her, but because, at the moment Zhou Lin issued his threats, he had viciously ground his foot into the ground.

At that moment, she truly felt the man’s rock-solid reliability, an indescribable warmth welling up from her heart, as warm and enduring as spring sunshine.

People are strange creatures sometimes, and she was no exception. She clearly replayed in her mind the image of Leng Mohan beating someone today. At that moment, he was cold-faced like a lone wolf, seemingly venting all his dissatisfaction and anger.

In the past, she would have undoubtedly considered this behavior rude, uncouth, and low-class.

However, at that moment, her feelings were completely different. She saw the strong masculine charm emanating from Leng Mohan, his firmness, decisiveness, and fearlessness deeply attracted her.

Her admiration and affection for him surged like a tide, unstoppable. This was her, a real and complex her, filled with deep curiosity and longing for this man, Leng Mohan.

Luo Jiaojiao fell into deep thought, time slipping away unnoticed.

Leng Mohan sat quietly on the stool, his gaze complex as he watched her. His heart seemed to be weathering a storm, but he chose silence, not responding to her unspoken questions. The atmosphere between them became subtly charged, as if an invisible force surged between them.

Leng Mohan suddenly stood up and walked towards Luo Jiaojiao with firm steps.

His approach made Luo Jiaojiao’s heart race. Mistaking his approach as a check on her laundry progress, she hastily retreated towards the bathroom, hoping to finish the laundry quickly and help with some housework.

Before Luo Jiaojiao emerged from the bathroom, Leng Mohan had swiftly removed his shirt.

The words of his comrades echoed in his mind: “A woman’s heart also yearns for a strong physique. A man’s strength and resilience often inspire deep admiration…” These words resonated in his thoughts, causing a confident smile to unconsciously play on his lips.

Leng Mohan walked in front of Luo Jiaojiao, shirtless, his strong and powerful chest dotted with lingering beads of sweat, seemingly speaking of his strength and vitality.

His tanned skin, glistening with sweat, had a captivating sheen, like a work of art. The alluring mermaid line was partially hidden by his pants, appearing and disappearing, like a hidden treasure, inviting exploration.

Luo Jiaojiao had exceptionally good eyesight, and even in the dimly lit room, she saw everything clearly.

Her heart beat involuntarily faster, struggling to suppress the urge to touch and squeeze those taut muscles. Her gaze wandered, trying to shift her focus elsewhere, but she was drawn back to Leng Mohan’s body, full of masculine charm.