Chapter 131: She is Infatuated with Qin Mohuai…

Xia Yuan didn’t hide.

As his large hands slipped under the covers, her delicate waist trembled like a leaf.

It wasn’t as unbearable as she thought because Qin Mohuai didn’t go all the way.

Xia Yuan covered her flushed face with her hand. The tears weren’t from pain, but joy, released from the sea of desire.

From the bathroom the sound of water—Qin Mohuai was taking a cold shower.

Her long fingers, painted a deep burgundy, seemed to compete with the red marks on her arms. Xia Yuan sat on the bed, dazed, with a few strands of dark hair falling over her shoulders, trying to hide the marks.

She felt strange, like she craved more, driven by hormones, wanting to rush into the bathroom to find Qin Mohuai.

Ah!

Xia Yuan felt so shy and wanted to cry. People joked that women in their thirties were fierce, but she wasn’t even thirty yet!

Why was she acting like this?

She let the lingering sensations tease her every nerve, stubbornly convincing herself that if she didn’t go to the bathroom to find Qin Mohuai, she would somehow win something valuable.

After warming up, Qin Mohuai came out of the bathroom and snuggled up to Xia Yuan.

He was a big man, and when he acted spoiled, it was hard to resist, pushing her back against the headboard.

“Wife, blow-dry my hair for me.”

Xia Yuan took the hairdryer and quickly dried his short hair, noticing the blue tattoo behind his ear.

Later, she would learn how traditional Qin Mohuai was, having once told her that one’s hair and skin were gifts from their parents, yet he had tattooed “Only Love Yuan” shortly after they started dating.

If he had still been the wild Qin Mohuai from his blue-haired days, she wouldn’t have been so soft-hearted.

But now, he was the attentive and caring to Qin Mohuai, and she felt weak…

The words “Do you want it?” were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back, feeling embarrassed.

She didn’t stop Qin Mohuai’s advances; he just suddenly pulled back—maybe he wasn’t feeling well today.

Qin Mohuai rested his head on her legs, closing his eyes.

On nights when he couldn’t sleep in a hotel, he thought about how to take care of her when he returned, and now that he was back, he didn’t want to touch her.

“Baby, in a couple of days, I’ll take you horseback riding.”

Xia Yuan realized why he hadn’t touched her—riding horses was exhausting and required energy, especially for her weak body.

Qin Mohuai’s low voice continued, “I bought three gentle horses, one for each year to match your birthday, imagining your happy face when you receive them.”

“Didn’t you hate me for three years?” she asked.

Qin Mohuai’s eyes sparkled with a fierce determination as he gripped her chin and kissed her hard. “What nonsense are you believing? Did you lose all your intelligence to Zhenbao?”

Xia Yuan didn’t like talking about intelligence, especially since she ranked the lowest in her family…

“Yeah, when I had Zhenbao, my intelligence got absorbed by him. What are you going to do about it?”

Qin Mohuai sighed, “It looks like the son has to pay for the father’s debts.”

Outside the door, Zhenbao sneezed. He took out a tissue to wipe his nose and slowly descended the stairs while holding onto Grandpa Wang’s hand.

Wearing a small gentleman’s vest over a black down jacket, his chubby little body was flushed pink from the warmth.

“Uncle Wang, why can’t Mom take me to school now that Dad is back?”

Oh dear, that’s not a question a good child would ask!

Butler Wang immediately held up a green frog knitted hat to distract Zhenbao. “Look, it’s a gift from the gentleman on his business trip. Do you want to try it on?”

Wait a minute, why did the gentleman buy Zhenbao a green hat?

Is he his real father?

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Since starting work, Xia Yuan has been more socially active. Zhou Mao and Yang Ying often get together to watch fashion shows, snapping pictures of outfits suitable for Xia Yuan and sending them to her, urging Qin Mohuai to buy them.

Xia Yuan wanted to see the shows too, but if she dared to go abroad, Qin Mohuai would be restless. For the sake of his health, she mostly stayed in Xiangzhou.

Ning Kou, at a marriageable age, occasionally crashes in Xia Yuan’s office to avoid the blind dates set up by her old man.

Originally, Ning Kou was Ouyang Jing’s follower, but after seeing Ouyang Jing’s selfish true nature, she became good friends with her former rival, Xia Yuan.

“Yuan, my birthday is tomorrow. Do you have time to come?”

Xia Yuan looked up from a pile of documents. On her left, a small speaker was playing music, and on her right, her phone screen showed looks from a fashion show she had just viewed. A colorful Christmas tree behind her filled the room with a festive atmosphere, while Ning Kou sat sadly on the couch.

“I can’t tomorrow; I’m going to the equestrian club for a day. It’s my first outdoor activity with Zhenbao, and he’s really looking forward to it.”

Ning Kou’s eyes lit up. “Then I’ll go too! My birthday party is basically a blind date, and I really don’t want to attend. The old man definitely won’t guess I’m hiding at the equestrian club!”

Xia Yuan smiled.

A few days ago, when Zhou Xuan and the others had dinner at Shenghai Mansion, Xia Yuan casually asked Zhou Xuan, “Do you have feelings for Ning Kou?”

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan got flustered, his handsome face turning red as if he had been violated.

Xia Yuan quietly walked away from Zhou Xuan.

The book didn’t reveal Zhou Xuan’s fate, but summed up Ning Kou’s married life with four words: each playing their own game.

If Zhou Xuan and Ning Kou were meant to be, she could help nudge things along; if not, forcing a match was pointless.

Xia Yuan sent Zhou Xuan a WeChat message.

[Tomorrow, Ning Kou will be at the Tianxiang Equestrian Club. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; she’s about to go on a blind date!]

Zhou Xuan immediately replied: I don’t! Even if I jumped off a roof, I wouldn’t like a woman who steals my underwear!

The next day…

The stubborn Zhou Xuan appeared at the Tianxiang Equestrian Club.

Xia Yuan’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she pretended to know nothing.

Qin Mohuai narrowed his phoenix-like eyes. “What are you secretly laughing about?”

Xia Yuan didn’t say anything, and Qin Mohuai didn’t press further. They shared a horse and walked through the snow.

After a few minutes, she couldn’t help but whisper, “Zhou Xuan likes Ning Kou.”

Qin Mohuai casually responded with an “Mm.”

His calm demeanor made her lose interest in gossiping further.

“What’s wrong with this saddle? Is it frozen from the cold? It’s uncomfortable.”

“It’s not the saddle.”

“…” Xia Yuan’s pretty face froze for a moment, and a blush spread from her neck.

Leaning against Qin Mohuai’s broad chest, she said shyly, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t give it to you.”

The cold wind howled around them. Qin Mohuai almost thought he misheard her. His dark eyes cut through the snowstorm, his voice low, “We should head back before you get too cold.”

Xia Yuan replied, “If you were my coach when I learned to ride, I definitely wouldn’t have fallen and hurt myself.”

Qin Mohuai placed a tender kiss on her head. “Sweetheart, you’re very brave. It’s my misfortune not to share in your bravery, but in the future, we’ll do many brave things together.”

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