Chapter 106: If Nothing Goes Wrong, I Can Live to My Eighties or Nineties

“My three months were your three years.”

Qin Mohuai’s dark eyes narrowed. He was smart enough to understand right away what Xia Yuan meant without needing her to explain further.

When he saw Su Yingxue still looking youthful and noticed Beibei’s age, he felt something was off. Even if Xia Yuan hadn’t said anything, he would have gone to ask Qin Jingye and Su Yingxue for answers.

Luckily, Xia Yuan spoke up.

This time, she hadn’t lied to him.

Qin Mohuai’s thin jaw lifted slightly, and his red-rimmed eyes shut for a moment. When he opened them again, he found himself instinctively holding Xia Yuan.

He took out a tissue to wipe her tears, his deep, hoarse voice breaking the silence: “If there’s a time difference between our worlds, why didn’t you just tell me? Three years were hard to bear, but it’s better than being deceived.”

Immediately after saying this, he denied it, his voice rasping, “You love me so much, how could you trick me? You didn’t know the truth until you got back, right?”

Xia Yuan was shocked by his boldness, her ears turning red as she nodded.

After crying and feeling her emotions swing, her already frail body started to tremble.

Qin Mohuai frowned, holding her on the sofa. Why did she seem even weaker?

Xia Yuan shifted uncomfortably, wanting to sit alone on another sofa.

But she underestimated Qin Mohuai’s desire for control, which had only intensified after three years apart.

Every time she tried to move, he pulled her back.

In public, their actions looked messy.

Frustrated, Xia Yuan finally settled on his lap, feeling drained from explaining everything, not wanting to say another word.

Qin Mohuai shot a glance at Butler Wang and the others, asking, “Still watching?”

Butler Wang immediately cleared the room.

Madam had calmed the sir, and it seemed nothing too serious was going to happen now.

Xia Yuan gently touched Qin Mohuai’s eyes, silently asking about his reading difficulties.

He pulled out an old piece of paper he always carried with him.

“This is the letter you left for me. Ever since you left, I read it many times each day.”

“Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I go over it again. I even know how many strokes are in each character.”

“The hundred-day celebration for Zhenbao was also my twenty-ninth birthday. You didn’t come back when the letter said you would, and that night I had a hallucination.”

“I followed the hallucination to the rose garden. I knew something was off, but I missed you so much that I easily fell for it. That’s when my reading problem started. Luckily, my blood tears didn’t fall on the letter.”

Xia Yuan’s eyes welled up again, her heart aching. She insisted, “No, it’s not a farewell letter!”

“It’s a love letter!”

After three years, they finally clarified the meaning of that paper.

Qin Mohuai smiled, his deep, affectionate eyes twinkling. “Yes, my beloved wife’s love letter.”

Hearing him say “beloved wife” again after being ignored for so long felt like a lifetime ago for Xia Yuan.

She took his hand and placed it over her heart, whispering softly, “It hurts, rub it.”

Her soft nightgown felt warm against his palm, and his long fingers sank in easily, leaving five distinct impressions.

Qin Mohuai took a deep breath, feeling a bit of sweat on his palm, hot and damp, as if it were branded on her heart, unable to be removed.

It would be a lie to say he didn’t have desires, but on the day Xia Yuan returned, he had already satisfied that craving. Right now, the most important thing was to take care of her health.

He pressed several gentle kisses against her pale cheek, looking wild yet restrained, leaving no messy marks.

“Don’t tease me. Once you’re better, even if you cry hoarse, I won’t let you off easy.”

“Rub it.” Xia Yuan said slowly, her words clear, looking innocent while saying the most daring things.

It was maddening.

Qin Mohuai held her tightly and strode back to the room. Beads of sweat formed on his high nose, resembling a beast in heat, only able to bury his face in her soft skin.

“Xia Yuan, don’t take advantage of my affection. I’m only going to rub a little.”

The next morning, Zhenbao woke up early. He hadn’t forgotten his promise to cut a blue rose for his mom every morning.

At Shenghai Mansion, there was a long glass greenhouse. Zhenbao walked with his little legs, finally reaching the area where blue roses were planted, and he saw a tall figure.

“Dad?”

Qin Mohuai turned gracefully, holding a bouquet of trimmed blue roses, and smiled down at him like a caring father. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Dad.”

Zhenbao’s wet eyes were confused, and the little fox’s tail behind him drooped low.

In the end, Zhenbao held a blue rose as he walked out of the glass house.

“Dad, you have so many blue roses. Mom must love you very much.”

“She’d better only love me.”

“Then who loves Zhenbao?”

“Your wife.”

Qin Mohuai answered without hesitation and gently ruffled Zhenbao’s hair.

It was soft, just like his mom’s hair.

Zhenbao looked just like Qin Mohuai in many ways, but he inherited his hair and skin from Xia Yuan—soft and fair.

“When you get a wife in the future, you have to be careful.”

“Why?”

“Don’t fall for a scammer.”

“Did Dad meet a scammer?” Zhenbao asked, surprised.

“Your mom is a scammer; she tricked me many times.”

Zhenbao was too young to understand, but he thought his mom was great, so what did it matter if she tricked Dad a little?

“Zhenbao is also willing to be tricked by his wife!”

Butler Wang was searching for them and didn’t expect to find them discussing wives…

“Sir, young master, you should go check. Madam is asking for ice cream!”

“Not even three days,” Qin Mohuai chuckled in frustration and quickened his pace.

No one paid attention to Zhenbao’s innocent words, but the little guy took them seriously. One day, he would hide his identity and teach a little girl how to chase after him…

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Today, a professional nutrition team arrived at Shenghai Mansion to take care of Xia Yuan’s health.

From now on, what she ate and how much would be controlled—there would be no such thing as freedom in diet.

Xia Yuan took a single bite of vanilla ice cream when Qin Mohuai covered her mouth, saying, “Uncle Wang, you can share these ice creams with everyone.”

“Understood, sir.”

It was quite a funny scene, like some kind of intervention, especially with Xia Yuan’s tearful, pleading eyes asking Qin Mohuai for “one more bite,” which made it even more so.

Qin Mohuai said, “Baby, Yang Yi says your body is very weak. So here’s the plan: once you’re better, I’ll create an ice cream kingdom for you. You can eat as much as you want.”

“The men in the Qin family have long lifespans. Grandpa is over seventy and still strong. If nothing unexpected happens, I can live to my eighties or nineties. I just hope you’ll be healthy and live your life with me. I’m not greedy; I only wish for this lifetime. You’ll make me happy, right?”