Chapter 60: Living to Tease My Wife

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Xia Yuan had already anticipated this question and replied unhurriedly, “It’s a long story.”

Qin Mohuai had his arm wrapped around her waist. Though it was through her clothes, he could still feel the softness of her body—flesh nurtured by him.

“Then take your time.”

He was like a biased prison warden, tender yet severe, providing her with a luxurious princess bed in the cell and using a small whip to extract the words he wanted to hear.

Ascetic yet sophisticated, with a hint of a rogue.

Xia Yuan’s raven-black lashes fluttered, and her cheeks turned slightly red. She quite liked the complex and changeable madman of a hero, as long as his various perversions didn’t target her.

“When I was a child, I followed my mother wherever she worked. Sometimes the work environment was complicated, and I picked up some less-than-savory methods by osmosis.”

The girl’s white teeth nibbled on her red lips, a beautiful color, as she glanced at him shyly and coquettishly.

“People like you, from prominent families, have luxury cars to chauffeur you around and enjoy leisure activities like golf and equestrianism. You wouldn’t despise me, would you?”

Qin Mohuai gazed at her intently. Although he felt she was just talking nonsense, he still felt a pang of sympathy for her.

“You know I would never despise you. Those hardships and setbacks are a part of who you are. I only regret not coming into your life sooner to rescue you from suffering.”

Xia Yuan pouted and swatted away his arm, as if casting aside a lover she had used, “Stop with these touching words unless you plan to love me for a lifetime.”

Qin Mohuai’s arm was knocked away, and though his eyes were shadowed with struggle, hearing her willful and spoiled words made his heart soften profoundly.

How is it that even when she targets him like this, he still loves her so much?

Perhaps he owes her too much from his past life, and this life he must repay her as a humble servant.

“Of course I will love you for a lifetime. You also have to love me for a lifetime.” Qin Mohuai took her hand to leave but suddenly saw an unwelcome guest—Pei Jincheng.

Why wouldn’t a single man be considered a dog?

Xia Yuan said, “He must be looking for you. I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Without her mischievous little hands in his palms, Qin Mohuai felt a sense of emptiness. As a skin-deprived patient, he couldn’t be apart from his wife for a moment. He stuffed his hand into his pants pocket, his dignified and aloof demeanor almost making one speechless.

Pei Jincheng asked, “Is it true that your little sister-in-law is pursuing you?”

Qin Mohuai replied, “Yes, but she doesn’t know about my condition.”

Indeed, at the beginning, Xia Yuan couldn’t have known Qin Mohuai’s true nature. It was like opening a blind box—expecting a sunny and cheerful Samoyed but finding a gloomy and cunning old fox inside.

Pei Jincheng couldn’t help but ask, “When your little sister-in-law found out your true self, didn’t she threaten to break up with you?”

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When Qin Mohuai asked the question, Xia Yuan knew it was going to be a bit of a torment. He smirked with ill intentions, “She’s adapted very well to my support. Perhaps in her past life, she was a little princess lacking in necessities, so this life, she really needs the support I provide.”

Leaving Pei Jincheng with a face full of envy, Qin Mohuai gracefully exited the scene.

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With only 3 points of affection left before Xia Yuan could return to her world, she prepared to settle her affairs.

System: “…What affairs?”

Xia Yuan: “After I leave, Qin Mohuai will certainly do well for himself. He’ll have everything he wants—wind, rain, and all. His life was like this with or without me. I’m worried about my parents and younger brother. Although we haven’t spent much time together, I’ve come to see them as family.”

“My mother’s small restaurant is thriving, and they don’t have to worry about food or drink. My father, lacking big ambitions, is perfectly content revolving around my mother. While he might not be very strong, my mother is. Hearing the news of my death would sadden them for a time, but they won’t be overwhelmed by grief.”

“My younger brother, Xia Yuze, though a top-tier star, is just a fleeting celebrity who could be easily replaced. Unlike Zhao Hanshang, who has me as a golden lyricist to support him. I’ve decided to write twenty songs for Xia Yuze to celebrate his twentieth birthday next year. Though I won’t be there, he can still receive them in advance. Even if he releases two singles a year, he can ensure a decade of stardom.”

While Xia Yuan was writing lyrics, Butler Wang knocked on the door, “Madam, the design team for your winter clothes has arrived.”

Xia Yuan felt she might not make it to winter.

In the small lounge, there were five or six tall and fashionable foreigners.

Qin Mohuai was among them, matching their height and appearance, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, with a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. He exuded an old money vibe, elegant and relaxed.

He was discussing requirements with the designers. Since Xia Yuan feared the cold in winter, her clothes needed not only to be beautiful but also warm, especially for outdoor wear. Long coats were preferred, and all fabrics had to be baby cashmere.

The designers were slightly surprised upon hearing this, as a single baby cashmere sweater requires the fine wool from several baby goats.

To make several outfits from baby cashmere would likely cost seven to eight figures—a luxury even Beverly Hills’ elite rarely indulges in.

Sitting on the sofa, Xia Yuan listened to Qin Mohuai and the designers converse in Italian, feeling bewildered.

Qin Mohuai frequently asked for her opinion, as she was the main character after all.

Ah…

What opinions could she give? Whether she would even have the chance to wear these clothes was questionable.

After finally sending off the design team, Xia Yuan collapsed on the sofa, feeling soft and fluffy like cream.

Qin Mohuai took a sip of his coffee and commented, “Darling, your skin seems even better. It’s as tender and white as the eggs I had this morning.”

Xia Yuan sighed weakly, “I’ve been going to bed early and waking up early for half a month, so of course, my skin is better.”

She then sat up and, not surprisingly, saw a pair of covetous and wicked eyes.

“If you dare touch me, I’ll fight you!”

“Baby.” The man’s voice was low and amused, his palm gripping her small waist, making her tremble. After half a month without seeing such an enticing reaction from her, he was intensely aroused.

In broad daylight, Qin Mohuai didn’t force her to do anything but his provocative looks, flirtatious behavior, and outrageous words all hinted at a tough night ahead.

Xia Yuan, dry-mouthed and anxious, went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of cold water to cool down.

At this moment, Qin Mohuai pressed closely from behind, forcing her to hold onto the countertop, observing her shy and restrained blushing face.

If her reactions weren’t so cute, Qin Mohuai wouldn’t be so eager to tease her.

After successfully teasing his wife, he grabbed a bag of coffee beans and left in a leisurely manner.

Xia Yuan gritted her teeth. After he left, her shoulders and small waist stopped trembling, as if her reactions were designed solely for him, with the switch entirely in his hands.

Realizing this, Xia Yuan suspected Qin Mohuai had long noticed it. Every time he saw her shiver, was he secretly pleased?

Pervert.