Chapter 22: Pampered by My Wife, I’m on Cloud Nine

Qin Mohuai sat on a single armchair, his gaze fierce and cold, radiating an intimidating aura. It was a stark contrast to his previous demeanor, as if he had unleashed a demon from its seal.

Xia Yuan glanced at the black collar on the floor, stunned. She had just unlocked the seal of this demon herself!

Qin Mohuai lightly tapped his thighs, and Xia Yuan immediately snuggled up to him, wrapping her delicate white arms around his neck and pressing her rosy lips to his.

She had been so arrogant earlier, but now she was just as meek.

Ah, this wasn’t meekness, but rather a wise submission to the situation.

Qin Mohuai’s hand slipped under her skirt, his hard fingers gripping her waist. He had a mild case of skin hunger, and even just a touch made his whole body tremble involuntarily.

“Why did you hide when I was having this?”

You made me hide! But Xia Yuan quickly realized that such an answer wasn’t useful.

Most of the time, she preferred to indulge Qin Mohuai, which inadvertently increased her affection points.

“I wasn’t hiding from you. I’ve prepared a surprise,” Xia Yuan said.

Qin Mohuai was unusually ruthless and calm, gripping her chin and kissing her roughly yet tenderly, cruelly abusing her lips.

Xia Yuan cried out in pain but didn’t receive any sympathy. Instead, he started biting at the corners of her lips, leaving bruises for sure.

Xia Yuan, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his favorite spot, hoping to distract him from her mouth.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, she coquettishly said, “I really have a surprise for you. Aren’t you going to see it?”

Qin Mohuai’s face remained impassive, but Xia Yuan could see the intense possessiveness and cruelty in his eyes. It seemed like today was some kind of demon’s carnival, where he could indulge in tormenting his wife.

“Alright, let’s go see the surprise.”

Qin Qi and the others had cracked the code to the villa and rushed inside, only to see Xia Yuan riding on Qin Mohuai’s neck.

The scene left everyone stunned.

Miss Xia wasn’t being beaten; instead, she was bullying President Qin. Had their roles reversed?

When President Qin had rage, he was fierce and violent, making even the old man avoid him, afraid of getting a couple of punches and meeting his end

Qin Mohuai coldly uttered one word, “Get out!”

Qin Qi immediately took his people out, and before closing the door, they heard Qin Mohuai’s voice, “Keep climbing to the attic. I’m just baby’s little pony; baby can’t ride another pony.”

Qin Qi, was struck hard as he hear it, his ears burning red.

Xia Yuan’s pale feet rested on Qin Mohuai’s hand as he lifted her up to the attic. Xia Yuan tried to pull him, but he effortlessly jumped up himself.

The attic was very dark, with no light to be seen. Xia Yuan fumbled to turn on the switch, and the starry lights hanging around the room lit up, revealing rose petals scattered on the floor and a few bouquets of roses piled in the corner.

Qin Mohuai’s eyes narrowed.

Xia Yuan took a rose, her fair face flushed with nervousness, and said, “I already gave you the ring. Mr. Qin Mohuai, will you marry me?”

System: “The love value of the madly obsessed male lead has risen to 89!”

Qin Mohuai pulled out a 145-carat pink diamond from his pocket and, in a suave and magnetic voice, murmured, “Baby, I will.”

He placed the pink diamond on her finger.

Although there was no bed here, the atmosphere was perfect. Qin Mohuai leaned in, cradling her face and begin to kiss her.

Xia Yuan tugged at his ears, and the sound of their lips parting echoed in the narrow, dim space, stirring the heart.

Qin Mohuai’s deep, brooding brows were filled with a possessive madness. Who could stop him from loving his wife?

As he prepared to act even more ruthlessly, he thought that since his wife had already criticized him for not having bedding and for being selfish, what did he have left to lose?

……..

It’s been several days, and his eyes were crimson and fiery, like a pervert having a craving. In fact, that’s exactly what he was.

Xia Yuan hurriedly said, “I drew on the wall. It’s part of my proposal plan; you haven’t seen it yet!”

She grabbed his ears and forcibly turned his handsome, infatuated face toward the wall.

Qin Mohuai held Xia Yuan close, resting his chin on her thin shoulder, lazily lifting his eyelids.

The wall featured a series of stick figure drawings: two adults and a child, depicting a happy blueprint from marriage to pregnancy to childbirth.

She had always wanted to give him a child, and he understood that. But Qin Mohuai had a strong premonition that this child might not come easily.

“We should start making a baby now.”

Xia Yuan touched her stomach and, blushing, said, “I’m a bit hungry and want some late-night snacks.”

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Qin Qi saw the two of them hand in hand, heading out for late-night snacks, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

Had President Qin returned to normal?

With its high greenery coverage and low density, was absolutely quiet inside, but the streets and various shops outside were bustling.

Xia Yuan held Qin Mohuai’s hand, picking and choosing, and settled on a barbecue place that mainly served crayfish.

“Boss lady, I’d like two pounds of spicy crayfish and two pounds of garlic crayfish.”

“Got it!” said the barbecue shop owner.

Since she started dating Qin Mohuai, barbecue and fried chicken had disappeared from Xia Yuan’s diet because the controlling Mr. Qin didn’t allow her to eat them.

If they argued over it, Qin Mohuai would reveal his obsessive and domineering side, “I’m in charge of my wife’s body. I can’t let junk food ruin her health!”

Who would have thought she’d get to eat spicy crayfish again under such circumstances?

So, there was no need to deceive Qin Mohuai to gain freedom.

System: “Being led by the mad male lead and calling this freedom?”

Xia Yuan raised an eyebrow, retorting, “Single dog system, you don’t have the right to judge me.”

The system crackled with what sounded like curses.

Qin Mohuai looked at the greasy table and, affected by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, wiped it down with many napkins.

His clean, handsome face, his dark, lifeless eyes, and his obsessive actions…

A man drinking nearby glanced over and loudly discussed with his friend, “Nowadays, beautiful women are just hungry. They only care about looks, not intelligence. Even fools like them.”

Xia Yuan frowned but didn’t think much of it until the man became more animated.

“Still a fool with a cleanliness obsession. Does he need half a roll of paper to wipe his butt?”

“Hey, fool, do you know how to wipe properly?”

“Haha, a mute fool. How can he have the nerve to live? If I were you, I’d jump off a building and die!”

“Enough!” Xia Yuan was seething with anger. She hadn’t had the courage to defend her autistic brother before, but she had grown up now.

“Who are you calling a fool? You can’t criticize others’ appearances, so you criticize their intelligence instead? If you’re so smart, why don’t you win a Nobel Prize! If you don’t watch your words, you’ll end up in hell, and the King of Hell will cut out your tongue!”

Xia Yuan slammed her palm on the table, splitting it in two.

Split?

What kind of fragile table is this?

Qin Mohuai stared at Xia Yuan in a daze, as if seeing a little sun. Her brilliant, furious face was deeply etched into his memory.