Chapter 2  – Still daring to enslave him during the Cold War, impressive.

The Qin Corporation has hundreds of thousands of employees worldwide, and Qin Mohuai, holding great power, is very busy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t only visit Yuxiang Mansion once a week.

But this time, Qin Mohuai spent three whole days with Xia Yuan.

“Baby, will you come back with me?” 

The woman in a pink silk clothes sat on Qin Mohuai’s lap, holding a brush in her slender, fair hand, writing an ancient poem in small flower characters. 

Not going home 🙂 

This time running away from home, made the crazy male lead’s affection level rise to 80%%. Xia Yuan was quite satisfied with the results in just half a year, but she wanted to stay a bit longer at Yuxiang Mansion to rest her overworked kidneys and waist…

Qin Mohuai’s face darkened, his large hand sliding along her smooth skin under the qipao as he gritted his teeth, saying, “When you knocked on my car door and seduced me, why didn’t you recite that poem?”

The girl’s pretty face flushed red under her messy hair, and her slender waist squirmed away from his rough, slightly punishing touch.

……

Half a year ago, Xia Yuan had just transmigrated into a book, taking on the role of a pure and beautiful student. At the time, Xiangzhou School University was celebrating its centenary, and one of the board members was Qin Mohuai and he was invited to give a speech.

Xia Yuan didn’t want to miss this opportunity, so she knocked on the door of the Maybach. 

Inside the car Qin Mohuai was the only one in there. 

Under the man’s cold, intense gaze, the fair and beautiful girl began undressing.

The system disapproved of her direct approach, as the crazy male lead was deeply cunning, and beauty tricks would not work. However, Qin Mohuai’s affection level instantly rose to 10%!

Xia Yuan hadn’t expected this tactic to work.

The system only gave her a year, so she had no time to develop feelings with Qin Mohuai gradually. Her looks and body were her greatest assets. If she couldn’t use them to win him over, she might as well give up.

Qin Mohuai took off his expensive, tailored suit jacket and roughly threw it over Xia Yuan, his voice icy: “Have some shame. Put it on!”

Xia Yuan, a good girl in both her lives, had never seduced a man before. She wore the man’s suit jacket, barely covering her snow-white thighs.

If the system hadn’t alerted her that the crazy male lead’s affection level had increased by 20%, she would have thought Qin Mohuai was disgusted with her.

Her thoughts returned to the present.

Xia Yuan put down the brush, unable to focus on writing because Qin Mohuai was nibbling her neck.

She hadn’t left the house in three days, and if she didn’t make a trip, her waist might just give out.

When this man got wild in bed, he was unstoppable. No amount of post-care hand-holding could make up for it — she was still the one who suffered.

Xia Yuan: “How about we go eat at the mansion? The food is just as good as the restaurants outside!”

The soft fragrance in his arms left him, and Qin Mohuai’s long, pale fingers irritably ruffled his blue hair, a few unruly strands falling over his forehead.

Xia Yuan had become his fatal weakness. If she fell into the hands of his enemies, it would be like his heart being squeezed by them. He shouldn’t have any weaknesses, but whenever he stared at her sleeping face, the hand that once gripped her neck would turn into a caress.

Recently, there had been wind and rain, and the trees around the Mansion were thick. The fallen leaves and branches hadn’t been cleaned up in time, leaving muddy footprints everywhere.

But when Xia Yuan arrived at the mansion, her shoes were spotless. Whenever the road got muddy, she clung to Qin Mohuai.

Qin Mohuai was both angry and amused, thinking to himself, *She dares to enslave me even during our cold war, impressive.*

Xia Yuan: “Lately, it’s been lamb chops or veal every day. I’ve gained two pounds!”

Qin Mohuai snorted lightly, as if to say “hmm,” not letting her words fall flat.

The lamb chops and veal were arranged by him, and it seemed that his efforts had not gone to waste if they made her gain two pounds.

Xia Yuan was tired of eating meat, so she only got vegetables for herself, but handed two lamb chops to Qin Mohuai.

The man with the scowl felt a warmth in his heart, leaning close to her soft, fair ear, pleading for her to return home.

Xia Yuan had already refused him once. For a man of such high status and authority, it wasn’t easy to ask again. If she refused again, he might really get angry.

Xia Yuan looked around. There weren’t many people, so she sweetly kissed Qin Mohuai on the cheek.

It soothed Qin Mohuai’s temper.

On the way back, they ran into a woman wearing a hat and mask, a singer often seen on various shows — Zhou Mao.

“Yuan, did you get any inspiration for the lyrics?”

“Sure, I’ll have it ready for you next week.”

“Great, thank you!” she respectfully nodded and hurriedly left.

Xia Yuan, a lyricist, wanted to return to her original world not only because of her grandmother but also to confront her unfaithful ex!

They met in their early days when he had sold his beloved guitar to help her raise funds for her grandmother’s surgery. That was the foundation of Xia Yuan’s trust in him.

She wrote dozens of hit songs for her ex to perform, but never signed her name, single-handedly turning him into a top-streaming original singer.

When everytime her birthday’s coming, he wouldn’t even give her a gift, so she thought he was just frugal, saving every penny, who would have thought he was secretly gifting his mistress with millions in luxury cars and houses? That money should have been her royalties!

It turned out he wasn’t frugal; he had been exploiting her all along.

Qin Mohuai gave her a private jet and a manor, wiping out the worthless ex. There was no comparison to the hurt she felt.

But Xia Yuan was still very angry. After she returned, she was determined to expose the truth about her ex not being an original artist, ruining his reputation!

—

Qin Mohuai had been at Yuxiang Mansion for three days. His secretary had urged him repeatedly to return to the company, as otherwise, people would speculate about his health, indirectly affecting the company’s stock.

Caught off guard by Qin Mohuai’s gloomy and malevolent gaze, Xia Yuan had a bad feeling. “I’ll see you off.”

Qin Mohuai: “I’ve only been satisfying myself these past few days and haven’t properly served my darling. Let me make it up to you, okay?”

“No!” Xia Yuan’s pupils contracted, her pink fingertips tightly gripping the quilt, nearly screaming.

Qin Mohuai seemed like a dark, creeping monster, slipping into the quilt from the other end, his strong hands clasping her soft, slender waist, rendering her immobile.

Whether pleasure or pain, she could only passively endure it.

Moments later.

The man’s broad shoulder, muscular back bore several scratches. He seemed indifferent, skillfully rolling an unlit cigarette on his tongue, elegantly and casually adjusting his black trousers.

He pulled the woman’s soft waist into his embrace, not tenderly but teasingly taking a sip, jesting, “Aren’t you going to see me off? Can’t you stand up?”

Xia Yuan slapped his handsome face with her soft hand. Qin Mohuai didn’t dodge. After the slap, he grasped her delicate, weak wrist and kissed it.

“You pervert.”

“Only a pervert for my wife.”

“Hmph, who’s your wife?”

“Whoever shows herself to me in the car is my wife.”

Xia Yuan’s ears turned red, her shy face buried in the pillow.

The crazy male lead was too much for her to handle.

……

Rainwater streamed down the windows. The bodyguard at the door held an umbrella with a black dragon-head handle, arrogantly reflecting Qin Mohuai’s aura.

Xia Yuan stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window in a long white dress that reached her ankles, seeming like the only soft white spot in the dim world.

Qin Mohuai looked back at the woman standing in the warm light, his heart full of reluctance. His dark eyes were filled with deep regret.

Xia Yuan pressed her slightly swollen lips together. After more than six months of close contact, it was impossible not to have some feelings, but those feelings were not enough to make her stay in this world. Her grandmother was still waiting for her in the original world.

Qin Mohuai left the mansion, his expensive tailored black trousers wet at the bottom. His secretary quickly produced clean pants, shoes, and socks for him to change into.

With veins bulging on his hand, he held the door of the Maybach. The tall, handsome man glanced back at the woman waving in the warm light and sighed.

“She’s so heartless, is her heart made of iron?”

The secretary cautiously replied, “Miss Xia needs to write lyrics. She might return home after she’s done.”

Qin Mohuai: “Another week? Too long.”

The Maybach turned towards the Qin family’s old residence. As a scion of a wealthy family, Qin Mohuai’s engagement was bound by family constraints. But with real power in his hands, he wasn’t a puppet. He wouldn’t hold an engagement banquet with Ouyang Jing. His fiancée and wife could only be Xia Yuan. If his grandfather liked Ouyang Jing, let him marry her — as long as he wasn’t afraid of his grandmother visiting him at night.

—

The next day, Xia Yuan saw her younger brother, Xia Yuze, at the mansion.

Xia Yuze took off his sunglasses, revealing his handsome youthful face. “Sis! I called you on videocall ten times. Why didn’t you answer?”

Xia Yuan glanced at her phone. “It doesn’t seem to have a video call function.”

Xia Yuze: “……” His face showed disdain.

The original owner always used a Nokia, and Xia Yuan thought it was unnecessary to change it.

The original owner had a good relationship with her family, and Xia Yuan often called and messaged them.

Xia Yuze: “You didn’t answer my calls either. Forget it, it’s not that important.”

“Do you know in dramas, when the angry concubine leaves the palace, and the emperor needs to visit a few times just to coax her. Qin Mohuai has come over so many times, and you’re really hard to appease.”

“Besides, Qin Mohuai has no feelings for Ouyang Jing. They definitely won’t hold an engagement banquet.”

When Ouyang Jing was mentioned, Xia Yuze’s face turned suspiciously red, but Xia Yuan, who was eating breakfast, didn’t notice.