Chapter 127: Published in the News, Called a Tyrant

After Xia Yuan finished her call with Su Yingxue, she quietly opened a photo album filled with warm memories of their family, hoping to calm herself.

Qin Mohuai was tender at home but causing chaos outside, nearly pushing his grandfather to the edge.

Su Yingxue’s cautious warning lingered in Xia Yuan’s mind.

Even those close to him thought Qin Mohuai had lost it.

Xia Yuan rubbed her aching temples, recalling how in the novel, Qin Mohuai ended up alone, no one by his side.

She couldn’t let him go crazy!

Changing her clothes, Xia Yuan headed to the dining room.

Qin Jingye was eating breakfast. When he saw Xia Yuan, he greeted her.

Qin Mohuai stood between them, his voice low and soothing. “Baby, the blue roses bloomed beautifully today.”

Xia Yuan held the roses and replied, “Go check on Zhenbao. Why isn’t he up yet?”

“Okay.”

Xia Yuan had already discussed with Zhenbao to delay Qin Mohuai for a bit.

Sitting across from Qin Jingye, she whispered, “You asked Yingxue to call me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Qin Jingye said quietly, “Qin Mohuai is like a mad dog outside. Anyone who looks at him is in danger.”

“The Shen family didn’t look at him; they struck first. In the past, he wouldn’t have reacted so strongly.”

“But he’s gone mad over you losing time. If your lifespan can’t be restored, another family like the Shens could end up destroyed.”

“It’s normal for families and businesses to rise and fall. But it shouldn’t be up to Qin Mohuai to control everything. He plays things to extremes, which leads to disaster.”

Xia Yuan twisted her fingers, worried. “What should I do?”

Qin Jingye pinched his brow, pausing for a moment. “Maybe you can talk to Qin Mohuai, tell him not to act so recklessly. If he’s not gonna listen to you, we have no options left.”

“I told Qin Mohuai that Professor Zhang can communicate with the system. We can negotiate to regain your lost time, but when the system will appear again, were not gonna know that.”

Xia Yuan was about to respond when she suddenly spotted Qin Mohuai standing behind Qin Jingye.

Oh no!

She almost screamed.

Qin Mohuai should have been upstairs calling Zhenbao. When did he come back down?!

Qin Jingye turned to see Qin Mohuai’s eyes filled with despair and anger.

He understood that feeling.

After thirteen years of Su Yingxue’s disappearance and being told by Professor Zhang that a time machine couldn’t be made, he felt hopeless.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that everything around him appeared dull.

“Mohuai… don’t lose hope.”

Qin Jingye quickly left Shenghai Mansion. At nearly forty, he knew he couldn’t physically confront Qin Mohuai.

Xia Yuan tightly embraced the stiff man, her soft lips brushing his cheek. “Mohuai, don’t be like this. We agreed to enjoy every day together. If you’re not happy, how can I be? I still have over twenty years left; that’s enough time for us to create wonderful memories.”

“Baby.”

Qin Mohuai’s voice was hoarse. “Don’t mention lifespan. Just don’t.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Holding him tightly, it felt like if she let go, he would shatter.

Everything around her remained unchanged, the atmosphere heavy with sadness. Xia Yuan was contemplating whether to go on a honeymoon.

She had been pregnant during their wedding, and after the ceremony, she stayed home to rest, missing out on the honeymoon.

Zhenbao sat in his special chair, smiling as he ate breakfast and watched them for who knows how long.

Xia Yuan’s face turned red as she urged him to hurry and eat so he wouldn’t be late for school.

With a slight smile and a little morning sleepiness in his voice, Zhenbao said, “Mom, I never been late.”

“Good boy.”

Xia Yuan watched as Zhenbao got into the car. She couldn’t go with him today because she had a crying baby at home to comfort.

Qin Mohuai was working from home today. Xia Yuan felt like watching him wouldn’t change anything; he could control everything remotely.

Feeling discouraged, she lay down on the bed and browsed travel destinations on her phone.

There were so many fun places she wanted to visit.

After finishing half a cup of coffee and important work, Qin Mohuai glanced at Xia Yuan.

She was focused on her phone, more serious than he was at work.

He stood up, moving closer to her.

“Ugh, Qin Mohuai, you’re so annoying.” Xia Yuan’s delicate skin felt uncomfortable as his short hair poked her, so she shifted away.

Qin Mohuai held her waist and pulled her onto his lap, her slender legs instinctively wrapping around him.

“What are you doing?”

He leaned in close, and she could feel everything—her soft mouth, her teeth, her little tongue—all clear and present.

“Baby,” he murmured softly.

“I’m here.”

“Talk to me more. I’m afraid this is just a dream.”

Whenever Qin Mohuai mentioned those three years of suffering, Xia Yuan felt a pang of sympathy. She tossed her giggling phone aside and wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling closer.

“Mohuai, you’re the best husband in the world!”

“Even if I destroy the Shen family?”

“Of course.” Xia Yuan placed a hand over her heart, hoping her little white lie wouldn’t bring bad luck.

“If I become a madman, will you still be here, snuggling my leg and saying you love me?”

Xia Yuan kissed him fiercely. “I love you!”

She wanted to grow old with him and didn’t want him to end up alone.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock at the door.

If it weren’t urgent, no one would disturb him at this time.

Qin Mohuai’s eyes sharpened. He tucked Xia Yuan under the covers, buttoned his open shirt, and went to open the door.

“What’s going on?”

Butler Wang rushed in holding the local newspaper. “Sir, this newspaper has the guts to name you directly!”

It was rare for any media to criticize Qin Mohuai, let alone the Shen family, who were influential in Xiangzhou.

Qin Mohuai took the newspaper and saw that his grandfather, Old Man Shen, had publicly called him a “tyrant suffering from mental illness.”

“That’s a bit exaggerated,” he commented nonchalantly. “We live in a society governed by law—there are no tyrants or wise rulers anymore.”

Butler Wang frowned. “Sir, how do you plan to handle this?”

If not handled well, it could affect the stock prices of the Qin Corporation.

Qin Mohuai’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Old Man Shen came to plead with me yesterday. I was planning to let it go. Hah, this isn’t the first time the Shen family has stabbed me in the back. Am I supposed to tolerate being betrayed over and over?”

Butler Wang immediately shook his head, nearly breaking a sweat.

If you say you’re not a tyrant, then you’re not a tyrant. But if I call you a vengeful power broker, you won’t object, right?

Xia Yuan, hiding under the covers, felt a shiver. She sensed Qin Mohuai was making an example of someone, and that someone was her…

Perhaps out of guilt, she felt his words were a warning not to make any moves without him knowing.