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Xia Yuan paid the money for the crayfish to the landlady and gave her an extra hundred to cover the cost of the small wooden table.
“It’s better to go home and eat. Qin Mohuai is having a health issue, it’s not safe outside.”
The drunken man, who had been offended by Xia Yuan’s retort, stood up and seemed ready to fight.
Qin Moshui wrapped his arm around Xia Yuan’s slender waist and shot a fierce, bloodshot gaze at the man from behind. The drunken man sobered up instantly, frozen in place.
What a terrifying look!
Xia Yuan didn’t notice his unusual behavior. She was entirely focused on the crayfish, savoring the garlicky and spicy aroma that seemed to make her head spin.
“Darling?”
“It’s nothing. Let’s go home.” Qin Moshui kissed her on the top of her head. He distantly heard the drunken man curse, calling Xia Yuan a ‘bitch.’ The brooding man clenched his teeth, holding a grudge against the drunken man.
No matter how refined and self-controlled he was, he couldn’t hide the vengeful streak running deep in him. He could tolerate insults, but not humiliation towards someone he cared deeply about.
While Xia Yuan pouted and went to buy ice cream, Qin Mohuai signaled for Qin Qi and gave him a few instructions.
Qin Qi shivered, “I’ll take care of it right away.”
As he aged, President Qin’s methods had become increasingly ruthless. If he were the drunken man, it would be better to die than to suffer.
As he saw Xia Yuan pick out a basket of ice cream tubs. He squinted and walked over to choose a small tub the size of a palm, putting the rest back in the freezer.
Xia Yuan wasn’t pleased, her eyes shining like the evening wind, and she pouted, avoiding looking at Qin Moshui. A hint of red appeared at the corner of her eye.
“Baby, don’t be mad at me.”
What beautiful eyes! Qin Moshui couldn’t bear to see her gaze lacking in him and couldn’t allow any other man to enter her view.
Qin Mohuai picked up a few more ice cream tubs. It was just to pacify her; he didn’t really plan to let her eat them.
Not far away, two detectives in a car held up their cameras, waiting to capture any signs of Qin Mohuais violent behavior.
But who could tell them if the gentle man feeding his girlfriend ice cream was really Qin Mohuai?
The employer said he was brutal when he had this episode, but how could they see him being gentler than usual?
Looking at the photos they had taken, the two experienced detectives fell silent.
Could these affectionate photos really tarnish Qin Mohuai image and cause Qin Corporation’s stock to drop?
Were they seeing things incorrectly, or was the employer’s information wrong?
At the Yunxiang Mansion, on the top floor of the western-style house.
Xia Yuan was eating crayfish while listening to “Rainy Days.”
She glanced at the man peeling the crayfish and asked with a smile, “Is this song good?”
“Not bad.”
Qin Mohuai glanced at the lyrics. His only shortcoming was probably music.
He was skilled in horseback riding, surfing, and held both a pilot and FIA superlicense… He had mastered everything expected of a wealthy heir, excelling in all areas not just to inherit the Qin family business but also due to his inherent ambition to outshine others.
However, at the moment, Xia Yuan had her slender, white leg draped over him and was making him peel crayfish. Her slightly long, gray-blue hair was styled in a high bun, and her usually stern and handsome face now had a touch of innocence and pity.
“Darling,” Qin Mohuai’s gentle voice spoke, “why did you defend me at the barbecue stall?”
Xia Yuan frowned, her pretty, lively eyes darting around. She helped him because she didn’t want to see the same tragedy happen again as with the neighbor’s young man, but she couldn’t explain this to him.
“You’ve asked this question eight hundred times already. Even a fish head has a better memory than you! Let me tell you one last time: My adrenaline was surging, and the only thought in my mind was that no one can humiliate my man. Even if you became foolish, I’d still want to have children with you. Others have no right to criticize.”
After finishing a late-night snack and cleaning up, it was already 1:30 a.m. when they lay in bed. Qin Mohuai held the sleeping young woman, pretending to rest, his long, elegant fingers occasionally soothing his beloved.
He sensed Xia Yuan was just saying nice things to placate him and that there might be another reason behind her actions. His dark, sharp eyes smiled with a hint of pathological sharpness.
Qin Mohuai’s hand on her body grew heavier, causing Xia Yuan to mumble in her sleep. He let a tear fall from his eyes onto her neck, thinking it didn’t matter as long as she stayed by his side forever.
Perhaps sensing Qin Mohuai’s sadness, Xia Yuan turned and covered his firm, supple chest, her small hand skillfully scratching it.
Qin Mohuai’s attractive Adam’s apple moved, unable to control the intense emotions boiling within him. He turned and pinned her beneath him.
Since his wife had already criticized his poor performance in bed, why couldn’t he indulge himself?
As everyone knows, a man who senses his wife’s scent loses control over his lower half, focusing only on pleasure. It’s no wonder Xia Yuan criticized him for poor performance; he had no sense of service.
A sleepless night followed.
The next noon, after Xia Yuan finished brunch, she followed Qin Mohuai back to the Shenghai Manor. She had a headache and her body ached, so she closed her eyes and went straight to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Wearing a finely tailored cold gray suit, the elite and noble man bent over, nuzzled the young woman’s soft, goose-down-like face, and peeked under the covers. His usually unruly eyes showed a rare hint of guilt.
“Darling, the Pei family is hosting a party tonight. They have invested in many car companies and operate several supercar clubs. They have invested in every car-related industry. You wanted a white mini-Maybach, right? Pei Jincheng is my friend. If you have any requests, just let him know. Come with me to the party tonight, okay?”
After setting the stage, this was his actual goal.
“I don’t want to!” Xia Yuan kicked him from under the covers with one leg, her pure white face showing both tiredness and annoyance, her expression a mix of messiness, ferocity, and cuteness.
After all the fuss he caused until dawn, didn’t he have any self-awareness? Did she have the strength to stand up and walk now?
Qin Mohuai had carried her to the restaurant for brunch, her legs and white feet hanging limply, red marks and bite marks clearly visible, giving a sense of a flower that had died long ago but was blooming more vividly.
Xia Yuan glared at Qin Mohuai and buried her head, continuing to sleep.
Qin Mohuai kissed her through the covers. “Then rest well. I’ll go alone.”
The white mini-Maybach Xia Yuan had mentioned was already arranged. Qin Mohuai had contacted Pei Jincheng as soon as she mentioned it. The car had been assembled overseas and was already in Xiangzhou, waiting for Xia Yuan to attend the party and be surprised.
Qin Mohuai thought he should have restrained himself last night, but his satisfied eyes showed no regret.
When he walked into Pei Jincheng’s newly opened supercar club, Pei Jincheng saw Qin Mohuai and walked over with a champagne glass.
“Why are you alone? The little princess who wanted the white mini-Maybach didn’t come? Do you know how much effort and resources went into that car? It could buy three Maybachs. Everyone at the club opening is waiting for it to be unveiled. How can the ceremony start without the little princess?”
Qin Mohuai’s cold, refined hand patted his shoulder. “That’s not urgent. I have something very important to tell you. It starts from last night’s barbecue stall.”