Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The woman had been waiting for his return. Habits were, indeed, terrifying. She could hardly get a good night’s sleep in his absence.
The corners of his lips curled into a smirk. “It’s good that you’re not sleepy. Are you hungry then?”
“No, why? Are you famished? I’ll go make supper for you.” She had recently picked up a new recipe.
“Nope. I’m not eating.”
Mo Jiangye, who looked as furious as though he was owed money, scooped the woman into his arms and took her to the bedroom.
“You—” Ye Erruo shrieked in alarm.
He then slowly pried her fingers off him one by one and stared at her injured finger as he mumbled softly in his deep voice, “How capable of you.”
I can’t even bear to let her get hurt in any way, yet in the end, she went ahead and mutilated herself. I might as well strangle her to death now.
“Who told you to mutilate yourself?”
From head to toe, every part of her—even her hair—belonged to him.
As she tried to break free from his restraints, she retorted, “That’s an exaggeration. It’s only a tiny cut. All it needs is a plaster. I won’t do this again, but I have something to ask you. Has Su Qing Ning been following you around since she was little? Is that why her grandfather intends to make you his grandson-in-law?”
To be honest, Old Master Su had displayed his appreciation for her husband so obviously that she could tell that he already treated him as his grandson-in-law.
Based on the conversation between the two elders, she had gathered that the young missy had almost always pestered Mo Jiangye when she had been little.
“It’s punishment time.”
“Aren’t you tired after working the entire day?”
“Are you doubting my stamina, Baby Ruo?”
“Doubt—?” She had not finished what she was saying yet, but alas, she had no chance to complete her sentence.
…
“Mo Jiangye.”
“What did you just call me?”
“Hubby, I have something to ask you. What exactly is your relationship with Old Master Lin? Are you his biological grandson instead of Lin Jingxuan?”
The way Old Master Lin treated her husband and her ex-lover was practically worlds apart. Anyone could tell at a glance.
Usually, this late the night, the couple would have long hit the sack, yet tonight, they lay lazily awake in bed in the pitch-dark room with the French windows half-ajar to have a heart-to-heart talk.
The man was especially gentle tonight, and his voice was a lot more mellow. “That’s not it.”
As he kneaded her little hand, his eyes never left her injury and his gaze was deep. No matter how he stared at it, he just could not get used to that cut on her finger.
“No? Even others can see how well he treats you, which is far better than Lin Jingxuan. Besides, I think he knows that Lin Jingxuan is already dead but he doesn’t seem to intend to avenge him or anything. Instead, he told others that he went abroad and won’t be coming back.”
Given how obviously Old Master Lin was siding with her husband, she could not help but doubt who was the elderly man’s real grandson—her husband or her ex-lover.
After all, no one could possibly not get furious and instead go as far as to cover up and speak up for an outsider after knowing that their biological grandson had died at that person’s hands.
“You want to know the truth?”
“Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking you this.”
Isn’t his question foolish?
“I don’t wish to tell you, though, Baby Ruo.”
“I’m talking about a serious matter here.”
“Do you think it would be appropriate to tell you something so solemn right now? Do you really wish to know?”
“…”
A low, throaty chuckle escaped him before he lazily asked, “Do you know why he treats me so well?”
As he tried rubbing his wife’s cheeks, she buried her exposed face into the pillow and dully asked in response, “Why?”
“Because your man is not only rich and handsome but also very capable.”
What the heck?!