Chapter 107: Everyone Wants to Be Zhenbao’s Stepmom

Xia Yuan smiled sweetly, her expression flawless, and softly promised, “I’ll be with you for a lifetime.”

She would use her life to accompany Qin Mohuai, not lying to him, just knowing her time would be shorter.

She thought about being honest with him, but what would that bring? More sadness and anxiety.

Xia Yuan had her own selfish desires; she wanted to happily accompany Qin Mohuai for decades.

Maybe she would give him another daughter, allowing them to be busy with family and leaving Qin Mohuai with less time to worry about her.

Perhaps after seven years, or seventeen years, if their relationship wasn’t as strong, she could tell him the truth then. It would be better than stabbing him in the heart while they were still in a sweet moment.

Qin Mohuai received her promise, and his usually stoic face broke into a smile.

He gently rubbed her cute nose with his long finger.

“Baby wife, don’t trick me again. If I find out you’re lying, I won’t forgive you. I haven’t agreed to move back to Shenghai Mansion; I can always return to the villa.”

As soon as he said it, Qin Mohuai felt it sounded off.

Xia Yuan smiled softly, her scent filling the air, as she playfully pecked his cheek. After coming back, she had become much more proactive.

Qin Mohuai leaned back slightly, wrapping his arm around her slim waist, his eyes shining with affection. His little wife was so clingy.

He was wary of her serious promises and affectionate gestures; it felt like a new trick. But then he realized, no matter if it was old or new, he had already fallen for Xia Yuan.

Even if she had dug a pit ahead, he would jump in.

Butler Wang approached, clearing his throat. “Sir, Young Master has been taken to kindergarten by Qin Wu. The nutritionist and doctors are waiting in the living room; you two should go.”

They were mainly there to help Xia Yuan recover after giving birth. Since it was a natural birth, she had no wounds, but her weak constitution required careful attention.

Qin Mohuai focused on discussing her diet and exercise.

Dressed in a clean white shirt with rolled-up sleeves revealing his strong arms, he exuded an air of elegance. A black silk scarf was tied in a large bow around his wrist, softening his authoritative presence.

Everyone spoke passionately, eager not to be dismissed by Qin Mohuai for lacking knowledge.

Xia Yuan, feeling overwhelmed by the discussion, leaned back in her chair and dozed off, her delicate eyelids drooping, resembling a little mushroom thriving in the shadows, carefree and relaxed.

Suddenly, the conversation stopped.

Qin Mohuai cradled Xia Yuan’s face in his hand and gently called her “Baby.”

The young couple around them felt a rush of warmth—wasn’t this a bit too mushy?

They never expected him to be this kind of big shot!

Xia Yuan didn’t want to wake up. As Qin Mohuai stroked her cheek, she found it annoying and turned her head, giving his palm a soft kiss.

His hand stopped rubbing her cheek.

Qin Mohuai couldn’t help but smile, “Good girl, everyone is watching you; you’re making them drool.”

He knew that being affectionate in front of others could lessen his authority.

But how could he hide his deep love?

He cherished Xia Yuan, and it seemed to pass on to their next generation.

Xia Yuan woke up in an instant, touched her mouth, and shot a glare at Qin Mohuai.

“You’re the one drooling!”

Qin Mohuai smiled gently. “What do you want to eat? Tell them now. If we set the menu for three meals a day, you won’t have another chance.”

He spoke in a tone clearly meant for a child.

Everyone exchanged glances. They often served wealthy clients and knew a bit about the gossip in high society.

Qin Mohuai had been widowed for years, and many were eyeing this untapped fortune, wanting to attach themselves like a vine to a tall tree.

Out of fear for his decisive methods, matchmakers didn’t approach Qin Mohuai directly. If he refused them, there would be no room for negotiation.

So, they went to the Qin household to find Elder Qin.

Most matchmakers left empty-handed, but a few clever ones frequently visited the Qin residence.

Even the unmarried Ouyang Jing was brought up again.

It was unclear whether she was trying to promote herself or had another agenda.

—

Zhenbao woke up from his nap at kindergarten, his pale face glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his big, dark eyes innocent and confused.

The teacher rushed over and asked softly, “Zhenbao, did you have a bad dream?”

Zhenbao nodded, whispering, “I dreamt that Mom didn’t want me anymore. Can you call my home, Miss Yang?”

“Of course, let’s go to the office and make the call. We don’t want to disturb the other kids.”

Zhenbao was usually picked up by the driver, but recently his parents had shown up, arriving in a flashy Maybach.

His mother, young and beautiful, always held Zhenbao’s hand as she handed him to the teacher, only getting into the car after Zhenbao was out of sight.

His father stayed in the car, seemingly uninterested in his wife and young son, perhaps due to a marriage of convenience.

Poor Zhenbao was so smart and well-behaved.

On the other end of the phone was Qin Mohuai.

Zhenbao asked in his sweet voice, “Dad, is Mom awake?”

“Almost. Is something up?”

Zhenbao was happy. “No, I just dreamed that Mom was gone, so I wanted to check. Dad, you work hard watching over Mom. I’ll grow up quickly and help you take care of her.”

Qin Mohuai: “…”

After hanging up, Miss Yang took Zhenbao back to continue his nap.

Once they left, the teacher, who had pretended to sleep, looked up with a disappointed expression.

She had lowered herself to serve these little ones at kindergarten just to build a relationship with Zhenbao and prepare to be his stepmother.

But it seemed someone else had beaten her to it!

Who could be so skilled to win over Zhenbao and Qin Mohuai?

Could it be the popular candidate, Ouyang Jing?

—

After Xia Yuan woke up, her short sleeve slid down her delicate skin, revealing her lovely, pale shoulder.

Frowning, she grumpily questioned Qin Mohuai about who he was on the phone with, disturbing her sweet dreams.

“Zhenbao.”

“…” Oh, my baby boy, then it’s fine.

With her back to Qin Mohuai, she changed her clothes, her thick black hair flowing like silk, giving a hint of her creamy white skin.

Days later, Qin Mohuai found a pair of sheep-fat jade that matched her skin tone. Whenever his desire grew intense, he would rub the jade hard…

Qin Mohuai swallowed, stepping into the dressing room to call Qin Jingye.

“Grandpa is in his eighties and still restless. Do you want to come with me to scare him a bit?”

“Sure,” Qin Jingye sighed. “I discussed something with Yingxue that you need to know.”