Chapter 8  –  Watching a Wild Man’s Abs? Qin Jiaojiao Gets Jealous

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**Owing 50 Million?!**

Liang Bo withdrew the hand that had been gripping Xia Yuze’s shoulder and quietly returned to his seat.

He thought something felt off.

“Yuze is a big star now, at the peak of his career and making lots of money. How could he possibly owe 50 million? This has to be some excuse you all came up with, right?”

Sun Wenhui burst into laughter, just about to say something, when Xia Yuze’s eyes welled up with tears. “I’ve been under so much pressure from work, so in my free time, I flew to Macau…”

Everyone knew Macau was famous for its gambling industry.

Both Liang Bo and Sun Wenhui gasped in shock.

Even though they loved money, the thought of gambling had never crossed their minds, no matter how desperate they were for it.

Everyone knew there were two kinds of people you couldn’t mess with: drug addicts and gamblers like Xia Yuze.

In that instant, they considered cutting ties with the Xia family.

Xia’s mother sat stiffly in her chair, seemingly still in shock.

At this moment, Xia Yuan sneaked a glance at her father.

Xia’s father immediately understood the signal and clutched his chest.

Suddenly, the room was thrown into chaos.

Xia’s father lay half-reclined on the bed, taking the medication his wife had handed him.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

Liang Bo and Sun Wenhui left the bedroom and quietly slipped into the kitchen to talk.

“My sister has always been so strong, and today she even cried. The gambling debt must be real,” Sun Wenhui remarked. She wanted to feel sympathetic toward Xia’s mother, but since they weren’t related by blood, she instead felt relief. “Thankfully, we didn’t hire Xia Yuze as our spokesperson. If we got entangled with the Xia family, how disgusting would that be?”

Xia Yuan walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her, leaving Xia Yuze inside to explain the whole situation to their parents.

Liang Bo and Sun Wenhui couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment. Their niece, Xia Yuan, was stunningly beautiful. Her skin was smooth as jade, her features were delicate and lively, a beauty so dazzling it seemed to outshine even the most exquisite flowers.

Liang Bo’s eyes gleamed, and he began speaking with honeyed words. “Yuze owes 50 million in gambling debts. Even if your parents worked 24 hours a day, they’d never be able to pay it off. How could you bear to see them suffer? Yuze is your brother, so it’s your duty to help him pay off his debts.”

“What you say makes sense, Uncle,” Xia Yuan replied, her heart filled with disdain. Since she had taken over Xia Yuan’s body, she was determined to stand up for her mother.

Xia’s mother, named Liang Min, had lost her father early on, and with her mother busy at work, Liang Min had taken on the responsibility of supporting the family from a young age.

Every day, Liang Min not only cooked and cleaned but also took care of her younger brother, Liang Bo. When his clothes were dirty, she washed them; when he was hungry, she cooked for him; she helped him with his homework and mended his clothes. Even as they grew older, she lent him a large portion of her dowry money to help him start his business.

Liang Min always believed that siblings should look out for one another, and that the family would live happily together. But Liang Bo greedily kept all the good things for himself, never spending a dime on his sister.

When Sun Wenhui gave birth to the beloved grandson of the Liang family and Liang Min didn’t help care for the child, Liang Bo gradually began distancing himself from his sister.

Liang Bo took his sister’s sacrifices for granted, and whenever things didn’t go his way, he harbored resentment. It became clear to Xia Yuan that people shouldn’t always take on all the responsibilities, or they might end up like Liang Min, doing thankless work.

Xia Yuan pitifully asked her uncle to help her find a high-paying job, silently setting a trap.

A flash of satisfaction crossed Liang Bo’s eyes. “Leave it to me!”

He felt a twinge of guilt—after all, Xia Yuan was his niece—but in order to advance his own career, he chose to ignore it. He was certain that Boss Zhou would be quite pleased with Xia Yuan.

After the Liang family left, someone knocked on the door.

It was Qin Mohuai.

Xia Yuan immediately pulled him inside. The tall, sharp-featured man followed her obediently, his expression lazy and composed, though his strong hand gripped hers firmly, exuding a controlling aura.

Xia’s parents had just barely calmed down when, suddenly facing Qin Mohuai, their anxiety surged again. His powerful presence was undeniable, a man who held the power of life and death, whose words could determine one’s wealth and fortune. How could anyone not be intimidated by him?

“Uncle, Auntie, I brought some gifts. Someone will deliver them shortly.” Qin Mohuai spoke humbly, but his tone carried the weight of authority, though he believed he was being friendly enough.

Xia Yuze’s parents had met Qin Mohuai many times aside from their encounters with Xia Yuze. They smiled stiffly, clearly feeling awkward.

Xia Yuan intervened, “Mom, Dad, why don’t you clear the table?” She quickly pulled Qin Mohuai into her bedroom.

The room was just over ten square meters, smaller than the bathroom at the mansion, yet it was filled with traces of Xia Yuan’s life. Qin Mohuai sat on the edge of the bed, his sharp, hawk-like gaze slowly scanning the room.

Worried he might notice something suspicious, Xia Yuan, with her frail and delicate body, threw herself into his arms. Qin Mohuai made a soft, low sound of approval, his lazy, magnetic voice murmuring as he placed his hand on her slender waist, “I’m right here. Why don’t you sit on my lap slowly? What if you fall by jumping at me like that? Normally, you’re not this eager. When I last took my time, you couldn’t handle it. It’s only been ten days since you were sick—could it be that you’ve been missing me?”

Xia Yuan quickly covered his mouth, her heart racing. Her parents were quite conservative, and if they overheard this conversation, she wouldn’t be able to show her face at home anymore.

Qin Mohuai pouted his sensual lips, planting a kiss on her soft palm, his long, mischievous eyes glinting with amusement.

Ugh! What a scoundrel!

Qin Mohuai grabbed her delicate wrist, his heated breath sending out dangerous signals. “Wifey, you’re holding onto my waist so tightly. Are you hinting at something? Here or at home—you choose.”

“At home!” Xia Yuan answered sweetly, finalizing the decision.

( The original author had designed the character of the obsessive male lead to be full of extreme traits—everything was top-tier. He had insatiable desires, sensitive skin, and a cold, restrained exterior paired with a strong, muscular build. But once things heated up, he became relentless, behaving in outrageous ways. His obsessive and possessive nature made Qin Mohuai’s actions thrilling and without limits, taking the “bad boy” trope to its extreme. )

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Liang Min tried to persuade them to stay. “President Qin, since you’re here, why don’t you stay for dinner?”

Qin Mohuai looked at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan said, “No, Mom, he has other friends at home that he needs to host.”

Liang Min relented, “Alright then, I won’t keep you.”

Qin Mohuai glanced around the room, “I saw a photo album earlier. Is that yuan childhood album?”

Liang Min, being quick-witted, immediately fetched the album and handed it to him.

“Thank you. I’ll come visit again next time, Uncle and Auntie.”

In the Maybach on their way home, Qin Mohuai was fully engrossed in the album, exuding a cold and restrained aura, as if the man who had been playfully teasing her earlier wasn’t him at all.

Xia Yuan let out a sigh of relief, putting on her headphones to watch videos on her tablet. She thought once a week was enough for “that,” any more would feel like overtime—her waist couldn’t handle it.

She opened a short video app, where a pale, handsome idol was winking and tousling his hair. Then he ripped off his shirt to reveal six-pack abs.

The beauty filters were too strong—she wasn’t sure if the abs were real, but they certainly weren’t as sexy or firm as Qin Mohuai’s.

Qin Mohuai’s hand, veins bulging, covered the screen, his expression dark and sinister as he smirked, “You like guys like him? When I make you beg for mercy, do you think this little weakling could save you from me?”

Xia Yuan’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t dare meet Qin Mohuai’s cold, obsessive gaze.

She kissed his chin sweetly, her neckline spilling over with soft, pale skin, as she murmured her love for him in a soft, pleading voice.

Even when begging, she had to act cute.

He had truly spoiled her rotten.