latelenovela Chapter 3 His wife is his one and only treasure.
Chapter 3 His wife is his one and only treasure.
Holding his wife, Shen Mochen quickly fell asleep.
Yu Nanqing stared intently at the ceiling with her dark eyes, held captive by Shen Mochen, not daring to utter a sound.
The calm on the surface is a facade; the real storm is raging inside.
If she doesn't see the male lead soon, her life will truly be in grave danger.
Thinking about it, she sighed softly, and the system sighed softly as well.
It took three days to escape Shuijun Bay: one day to plan and strategize, one day to prepare tools, and one day to escape the villa.
But after only one night back in Shuijun Bay, she hadn't even gotten a good look at the male lead.
Shen Mochen slept for more than two hours. When he got up, he was like a rough man with unsatisfied desires. He kissed and nibbled at her face, and his rough hands kept wandering over her smooth skin.
After kissing him enough, he lifted the covers and walked barefoot into the bathroom in his underwear.
Shen Mochen's obsession with cleanliness is intermittent. When their relationship is not good, he often grabs her wrist and makes her sit in the cold basement to watch him deal with traitors.
After the blood splattered everywhere, he would smear the blood from his hands all over her beautiful dress with a terrifying smile.
Occasionally, when he had an episode, his capable assistant would drag her into the small, dark room where he was locked up, forcing her to watch him go crazy while she trembled. Then, she would be held tightly in his arms by him, who was covered in blood, and finally, she would be held and fall asleep in the terrifying atmosphere of blood.
But when he was in a good mood, he would make sure he was clean and tidy. If he saw that there was oil on her skirt, he would frown, strip her naked, and then change her into another skirt.
His obsessive-compulsive disorder became especially severe after she touched Qiuqiu. He would always carry her into the bathroom with a dark expression and carefully wash her with a bath towel until she was completely clean.
After taking a shower, he finally got dressed and stood in front of the bed, his tired, red eyes fixed on her with a gleam of light.
Yu Nanqing's eyelashes trembled with fear. She gripped the blanket tightly, afraid to move, lest he grab her ankle and drag her onto him.
Fortunately, Shen Mochen took pity on her, picked her up with one hand, bent down and carried her slippers downstairs.
Aunt Chen must have already come to cook. With outsiders present, he certainly wouldn't do anything to her.
Thinking this, Yu Nanqing breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her strength, and leaned limply against him.
Leaning back on the sofa, Shen Mochen slowly put on her socks. Yu Nanqing sat facing him on his lap, her fair legs slightly bent to make it easier for him, and her skirt rode up to her thighs.
Shen Mochen's eyes flickered slightly, a morbid undercurrent hidden in them.
He wanted to kiss along those beautiful lines, leaving a row of little hickeys along the way; he thought it would be incredibly beautiful.
But he resisted the urge to do it, because his beautiful wife would point her finger at him and call him a pervert, and would also raise her hand and give his handsome face a soft slap.
That way, he'd be so thrilled he wouldn't be able to control himself and would become a beast.
He was in a good mood, so he rewarded Yu Nanqing by letting her play on her phone for two hours.
Like teasing a child, besides the camera function, the only thing left on the phone was a simulation game that Yu Nanqing had begged and coaxed him to download.
Being able to play on the phone instantly made Yu Nanqing forget all her worries. She leaned her head on his shoulder and tapped the screen lightly with her fingers.
This simulation game requires real money to play, and Yu Nanqing doesn't have any. She's also afraid that Shen Mochen will exploit her, so currently there are only two small levels available for her to play.
One is changing clothes, and the other is building a house.
She was playing with her phone, while Shen Mochen was playing with her, his fingertips gently stirring the ends of her hair, curling them up little by little, and then slowly letting them go.
If the ends of her hair still stick up after he lets it down, he rewards himself with a kiss.
If he can't lift it up after putting it down, he punishes himself by biting her.
By the time he remembered to get down to business, Yu Nanqing's neck had already been sucked raw with a row of little strawberries, like a necklace, all neatly arranged.
He reached out and tucked a strand of her hair to cover half of the mark before slowly speaking, "I heard the Yu family has found a real heiress."
As he spoke, he made sure to observe Yu Nanqing's expression.
He imagined her panicking and then seeing him as her only savior.
However, Yu Nanqing, who was so engrossed in the game, didn't hear him at all. She was torn between using the gold coins to exchange for a pretty pink tutu or a golden tight-fitting bodycon dress.
She thought both looked good, but she only had enough gold coins to buy one.
Seeing that she didn't react, Shen Mochen's brow twitched slightly, and he added, "Our Qingqing is an imposter."
He spoke cryptically, hoping that Yu Nanqing would understand the unspoken meaning behind his words and then take advantage of the situation to develop a possessive desire for him.
As for phrases like "I only have you left," he felt that he could only hear them from Yu Nanqing if he burned incense in gratitude.
Unfortunately, all his fantasies were in vain.
After buying the golden bodycon skirt, Yu Nanqing began to struggle with whether to use the remaining gold coins to exchange for a hair clip or a hat.
So she was extremely unhappy when her phone was taken away. She frowned, pouted, and immediately decided to use passive-aggressive tactics.
"Poor Qingqing, she's not your mom and dad's only baby anymore." Shen Mochen bit her lip, gently licking it, his fingertips constantly caressing her waist, his mind already wandering to intimate thoughts.
Yu Nanqing glanced at his gloating, smug look and curled her lip. "What? Are you going to throw me back into the Yu family?"
Shen Mochen paused, biting her lip harder. "Qingqing, you're trying to take this opportunity to leave, aren't you? You'd better give up on that idea. I will absolutely not let you leave."
"You are mine, and you will be mine for the rest of my life."
Yu Nanqing felt uncomfortable from his kisses, her hands pressed against his chest, her brows slightly furrowed, her thoughts drifting away.
The book mentions that the real heiress is the male protagonist's imagined white moonlight. When he was a child, the male protagonist was sent to live in the countryside for a few years. Once, he fell into the water and almost drowned. Fortunately, the female protagonist saved him, but by a twist of fate, the male protagonist mistakenly believed that it was the real heiress who saved him.
So, if the real heiress comes back, the male lead will probably come too!
Thinking of this, Yu Nanqing shuddered, broke free from Shen Mochen's lips, her eyes moistened, and she tugged at his hand coquettishly, "Husband, I have something very important at the Yu family, I have to go get it."
Shen Mochen stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I wish Qingqing would keep calling me in that high-pitched voice."
Yu Nanqing was silent for a moment, then blushed and shook his hand, "Please, I promise I'll be back before sunset."
"Goodness, open your eyes! Where did the sun come from today?"
Shen Mochen was very receptive to her charms, his eyebrows raised and his tone playful.
She didn't beg him; he was already planning to take her home today.
His parents-in-law called him several times, asking him to bring Yu Nanqing back for dinner. They were afraid that his sweet wife would get violent if she went back, which was why she came back with him, so he kept declining.
Now that Qingqing is no longer a member of the Yu family, he can finally take her back with peace of mind.