Chapter 55: I Want You to Wear the Crown and Be the Princess Who Commands

Xia Yuan ignored Qin Mohuai the entire way out of the cinema.

Was his previous aloof, cold, and restrained demeanor all just an act?

His flirty words were on par with a seasoned playboy.

Seated at the Cullinan, Xia Yuan, with a cold expression, kept her distance from Qin Mohuai. The sweet scent of the car’s air freshener subtly softened the atmosphere between them.

Qin Mohuai held her hand, but she swatted it away. It hurt a little, but he didn’t let go.

“Baby—”

“Shut up! Nothing good comes out of your mouth, and I don’t want to hear you right now.” Xia Yuan glared at him. Thankfully, he hadn’t said those things out loud in the theater, or her face would have burned with embarrassment!

Having a husband who’s addicted to talking dirty and acting wild, she was worried people would start thinking she was improper, too.

Qin Mohuai, in his deep, smooth voice, coaxed her, “You heard wrong. What I said was ‘baby, you smell so sweet.’ Your dad told me to always give you face in public, and I’ve kept that in mind. How could I ever embarrass you?”

Xia Yuan rolled her eyes and scolded him playfully, “Smooth talker! If you were born in the States period, you’d be famous. He said ‘a white horse is not a horse,’ and you say ‘baby smells sweet.’”

Qin Mohuai chuckled, amused. Without hurrying, he handed her a small box of popcorn. “I’m sorry for getting carried away. Today is the first day of our marriage, and I’m just so happy, I got a little carried away with my words, okay?”

It was obvious that he was using their newlywed status as an excuse to say and do whatever he wanted.

Xia Yuan shot him a wary glance. She had just managed to get back into the habit of going to bed early and didn’t want Qin Mohuai to ruin it.

Let him behave on his own!

Two hours later, they were having dinner at a French restaurant.

The night view of Xiangzhou was vibrant, even past midnight, with bustling traffic. After dinner, Qin Mohuai drove, taking Xia Yuan to a quiet spot far from the city.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t we going home?” she asked.

Qin Mohuai parked the car and invited her to get out with him.

Xia Yuan shook her head, “I’m scared. It’s too dark out there.”

Qin Mohuai narrowed his phoenix-like eyes, “Are you lying to me again?”

Yesterday, she had said that her fear of thunderstorms and the dark was just a way to make him soften.

Xia Yuan puffed up her cheeks, her clear eyes reflecting the twinkling stars, bright and radiant.

“I’m really afraid of the dark. I was once followed in a pitch-black alley. Fortunately, I was alert, or else I would have been caught, and things would’ve turned out terribly.”

Qin Mohuai’s eyes darkened as he reached out his warm, clean hand. “Baby, don’t be scared. I’ll protect you from now on.”

“But you can’t protect me for the rest of my life,” she thought. One day, I’ll have to return to my own world.

Xia Yuan avoided his hand, lifted her green dress with her delicate white fingers, and stepped out of the car on her own, her actions as graceful as a princess.

Most of the time, she was obedient, but occasionally she’d show a sharp edge. Qin Mohuai found it refreshing—being pricked by her felt strangely satisfying.

It’s hard to say that the young master didn’t have a masochistic streak.

Qin Mohuai wrapped his arm around her waist, and this time Xia Yuan didn’t resist. She leaned half her weight on him and asked, “You still haven’t answered my question. Why did we come here?”

Behind them was the dark, shadowy forest, and ahead of them was the dazzling city skyline, but it felt far away.

“There’s something I want to tell you,” he said.

“…Can’t you say it at home?” Xia Yuan asked.

“No, it has to be here.”

Suddenly, several fireworks shot into the sky and burst open, forming what seemed to be words.

As the fireworks lit up the night, Xia Yuan squinted and finally saw it clearly.

“Wife, happy wedding day. I love you.”

Xia Yuan had seen many fireworks before, but she had never bought any herself. She and her grandmother couldn’t afford fireworks, and even a one-dollar sparkler was a luxury. As she grew older, busy with work, she didn’t have the time or energy to make up for the childhood moments she’d missed.

The little Xia Yuan who had once waited eagerly for others to set off fireworks, because she couldn’t afford her own, had long been forgotten. But now, that little girl resurfaced, her eyes brimming with tears.

Qin Mohuai pulled out a blue handkerchief and wiped her tears.

“If I had known that fireworks could move you so much, I would’ve done it sooner. Baby, is there a faucet in your eyes? You’ve soaked my handkerchief with all these tears.”

Xia Yuan sniffled, balled her fist, and lightly punched his chest. Her voice was a bit nasal as she said, “Qin Mohuai, do you know what you’ve done? You’ve just healed a little girl’s childhood. She doesn’t have to watch others set off fireworks from a small, leaky apartment anymore. She finally got fireworks of her own.”

Qin Mohuai’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a thousand words were reflected in his deep, loving eyes. He cupped her tear-streaked face and kissed her tenderly. This time, he wasn’t fiercely devouring her but instead gently caressing her lips, playing with her soft tongue, and lovingly nibbling on her lips.

“I’ll give you anything you want. I want you to wear the crown and be the princess who commands.”

“The princess wants you right now,” Xia Yuan whispered.

Qin Mohuai’s pupils contracted. Damn it, how could someone as sweet and tempting as her exist?

A night of indulgence followed, and the Cullinan car bore the brunt of it.

The system informed Xia Yuan that the crazy male lead’s affection level had risen to 97, bringing her one step closer to returning home.

Yet as Xia Yuan’s mind was swirling in a haze of affection, another thought crossed her mind—she had just taken one step further away from Qin Mohuai…

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The fireworks from last night caused quite a sensation. Not only were there fireworks with a marriage proposal, but many of the LED billboards along the busiest streets also displayed the same message: “Wife, happy wedding day. I love you.”

Many media outlets picked up the story, speculating about which wealthy figure was making such a grand gesture of love. Some even calculated the cost of this wedding confession and concluded that it was equivalent to the price of a luxury apartment. Numerous tired office workers tearfully commented that they were ready to go head-to-head with the rich.

Qin Mohuai had made a public declaration of love for his wife, with no intention of hiding it. Soon, all of high society knew about it.

Coincidentally, the Zhou family was about to host a family banquet. Despite the “family” title, the event would include more than just family members, as they often invited friends from their social circles as well.

The Zhou family’s banquets were always top-tier, without any drama or chaos. Qin Mohuai had attended one before and enjoyed it. So, when the Zhou family’s invitation arrived, he planned to bring Xia Yuan along as his wife, the wife of the CEO of Qin Group.

After an exhausting night, Xia Yuan slept until noon the next day. As soon as she finished lunch, a professional styling team arrived. She had heard they’d done styling for many socialites and celebrities.

Xia Yuan sat in front of the vanity, letting them do their work.

Three hours later, when Qin Mohuai saw Xia Yuan, his eyes lit up.

Xia Yuan touched her hair, tugged at her dress, and forced a fake smile. “I feel a bit strange.”

Qin Mohuai responded, “You don’t look strange, you look beautiful.”

“You always look beautiful, with or without makeup. But I’ve never seen you with such a formal look. It makes us look more like equals in age.”