Chapter 109: Lost the Game, This Life for Her

Two family doctors living in the Qin residence rushed to the living room to treat Elder Qin.

The old man was strong but had fainted from shock; a few needles would bring him back around.

Seeing that his grandfather was okay, Qin Mohuai planned to take Xia Yuan away.

This time, he would lock her in a little black room and punish her severely for lying!

Housekeeper Zhong quickly grasped Qin Mohuai’s arm. “Master! The old man hasn’t woken up yet; you can’t leave. You need to stay here and manage things!”

Although Qin Mohuai was now the pillar of the Qin family, some of the old-timers still only respected Elder Qin.

If Elder Qin collapsed completely, the intricate web of relationships would unravel—such was the power of connections.

Housekeeper Zhong was thinking of both the old man and the family.

Qin Mohuai realized he couldn’t leave; he was just a bit muddled from his anger.

“Then we’ll wait for Grandpa to wake up first.”

He settled into a single armchair, patting his thigh.

Xia Yuan bit her soft, plump lips, unsure of what was going on with Qin Mohuai.

Several older members of the Qin family had come in with the doctors, leaving no room to sit in the living room.

But standing was one thing; sitting on Qin Mohuai’s lap was another entirely. She didn’t have the nerve for that.

Qin Mohuai patted his thigh again, the sound crisp like a playful slap, as if inviting her to sit.

Oh no!

He had no shame, but she still had her dignity! Stop patting!

Feeling the dangerous glint in Qin Mohuai’s eyes made her scalp tingle, and she felt a slight ache in her bottom.

Better to concede than to make things worse.

Slowly, she moved to sit on his lap.

Originally, she intended to sit upright, but she overestimated her core strength, and her slender, soft body simply sank into his embrace, looking rather inappropriate.

Xia Yuan: Help! quq

Su Yinxue noticed Xia Yuan’s embarrassment and wanted to take her somewhere else to rest. The living room was small, but the Qin residence had plenty of other spaces.

However, Qin Jingye held her wrist gently, his warm voice low. “Little one, don’t go over there.”

Su Yinxue stayed seated but felt her body instinctively lean toward Xia Yuan. “Why can’t I go? I feel like Qin Mohuai is acting strange, like he’s bullying Xia Yuan.”

Qin Jingye thought to himself that he was lucky Xia Yuan was a woman; otherwise, he might have had another rival.

“Qin Mohuai is probably contemplating what price Xia Yuan paid for the three of you to return.”

Su Yinxue frowned. “She hasn’t even told me. Do you think she’ll tell Qin Mohuai?”

“That depends on Qin Mohuai’s methods,” Qin Jingye replied, holding her hand, a mix of love and guilt in his eyes. “Little one, I brought in a team from Germany to customize a prosthetic eye for you. When you’re ready, can you tell me about the story behind that eye?”

Su Yinxue nodded. The loss of her eye wasn’t due to drunkenness or an accident.

Just then, the acupuncture session ended.

Elder Qin woke up.

A crowd gathered around him.

Qin Mohuai stood up, taking Xia Yuan’s hand and leading her to a quieter spot.

“Don’t you want to see Grandpa?” Xia Yuan asked, confused.

Qin Mohuai lightly opened his lips. “It’s not like we’re at a zoo; what’s there to see?”

Xia Yuan: “…”

It was clear he was in a foul mood.

Qin Mohuai continued, “She will explain everything to Grandpa. We don’t need to say anything more.”

They wandered into a quiet resting area, where Qin Mohuai settled into a leather sofa and patted his lap again.

This sofa was larger, and Xia Yuan, feeling defeated, knelt on his lap, attempting to smother him with her small bottom.

With his long limbs and broad frame, Qin Mohuai enveloped her completely, holding her tiny waist. The gloom in his eyes gradually softened.

There was a nine-year gap between them, and while it was due to the differing flow of time, the additional years of experience couldn’t be dismissed.

Given the age difference, Qin Mohuai reminded himself to be patient and understanding. In a gentle tone, he whispered into her ear, “My little treasure.”

“Is there something you haven’t told me yet?”

His face bore an expression that seemed to say he’d be lenient if she opened up, but would be strict if she withheld information.

Xia Yuan obediently responded with an “mm,” aware he might think she’d keep things from him. To successfully deceive Qin Mohuai, she needed to take control of the situation.

Feeling relieved that she was willing to speak, Qin Mohuai listened closely.

Xia Yuan typed on her phone, converting her words to a voice message.

[There are two things I’ve kept from you.]

Qin Mohuai didn’t get angry; instead, he encouraged her to continue.

As a servant passed by with a tray of food, their eyes widened in shock, taking in the scene—Master had seemingly lost his mind, keeping a woman who looked just like the late matriarch!

[The first thing I kept from you is that we originally had no fate together. It was a system glitch that brought me to your side.]

Qin Mohuai raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze piercing. “Is that system still with you?”

Xia Yuan shook her head, uncertain.

[The second thing I hid is that time travel takes a toll on my body. I might get sick often, and I’ll need you to take care of me.]

Qin Mohuai listened intently, his jaw tense against her neck, unable to find the words for a long while.

“Darling, no matter how weak you are, or how hard it is to care for you, I will make sure you get better.”

“No, you will get healthy. You’ll be completely fine—running and jumping in your fifties or sixties, traveling when you’re seventy or eighty, and then just resting at home for your nineties.”

“I’ll build a top-tier health facility so that when you recover, others can benefit too.”

His voice was calm and steady, yet each word felt heavy with urgency, as if he wanted to see immediate results.

It was so unlike him—this frantic, almost reckless tone clashed with his usual composed demeanor.

This wasn’t the Qin Mohuai she knew.

[Yes, we’ll bounce around, travel, and love each other for a lifetime.]

Xia Yuan held his head, fingers running through his short black hair. As she envisioned their beautiful future, happiness washed over her—she didn’t see it as fleeting.

Her words were half-truths, a test; if he couldn’t handle them, she wouldn’t reveal the whole truth.

—

Dinner was served at the Qin family residence, and Qin Wu brought Zhenbao over. After dinner, Zhenbao had to return to Shenghai Mansion for piano lessons.

He wanted to stay, but all his belongings were at the manor. The hassle of back and forth wasn’t worth it; he didn’t want to trouble Uncle Qin Wu or Auntie the nanny. So he decided to head back alone.

With a reluctant farewell, Zhenbao looked at Xia Yuan with bright, innocent eyes. “Mommy, I’ll miss you. I’ll think of you while playing the piano, while eating fruit, while drinking water, and even before I sleep.”

Xia Yuan felt warmth in her heart and wished she could return with him, leaving Qin Mohuai to handle things at the old residence.

Qin Mohuai stood in a shadowy corner, smoking, the deep night sky wrapping around him, amplifying the silence.

Qin Jingye approached him.

Qin Mohuai held the glowing red cigarette between his fingers, his expression shifting to something Xia Yuan had never seen before—a blend of power and depth. “If I don’t get serious, she won’t tell me the truth. Since that’s the case, I’ll play along.”

He was willing to play this game with his wife, even if it meant risking everything, even his life, for her.