You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 128 He deserves to have a wife

Unfortunately, his words did not intimidate Yu Nanqing at all. Instead, they emboldened her to take advantage of him. She gripped his arm tightly with both hands, her rosy and alluring lips gently biting his, her whole body soft and delicate, like a snake tightly coiling around him.

"Shen Mochen, you can't be angry." Her hot breath sprayed against his ear, making Shen Mochen's temples throb, and his pajamas were being tickled up to his chest by her persistence.

Yu Nanqing had taken off her coat when she came in, and now she was only wearing a thin, fitted thermal undershirt. The two of them were pressed tightly together, and they could even clearly feel each other's body temperature.

No virile man could hold his beloved, beautiful wife tightly and remain unmoved.

Shen Mochen was no exception. He couldn't hold back any longer and rolled over to pin Yu Nanqing down. He didn't care that Yu Nanqing had only recently recovered from a serious illness and tossed and turned her over and over.

He used one strawberry-flavored burp after another until the sun rose in the east and the dim yellow light shone through the French windows. Only then did Shen Mochen emerge from his reverie.

Yu Nanqing was already asleep from exhaustion. Tears clung to her long eyelashes, and her fair cheeks were stained with tears. Her body was covered with countless hickeys.

Shen Mochen tried to hold back, but couldn't resist. She kept pushing his limits, forcing him to prove to her how manly he was time and time again.

Even though he was full of energy, he thoughtfully washed her thoroughly and scrubbed their clothes clean by hand. Only after he finished did he prepare to go back and take a nap with his wife.

As he passed through the living room, his eyes inexplicably fell on the coat hanging in front of the door.

Thinking of the short, thick yellow hair on Guai Guai's body, his eyes darkened slightly, and he couldn't help but harbor dark suspicions in his heart.

It was short and thick, and looked like the hair of a blond boy.

With a serious expression, he thoroughly examined Guai Guai's clothes and, sure enough, found an inappropriate business card inside.

Gold foil stamping, black trim—the other party doesn't look like someone easy to deal with.

He twitched his brow slightly, noted down the contact information, and returned to his room as if nothing had happened.

He bit the child's face to wake him up, then coaxed him back to sleep with an apologetic look on his face.

After being tormented awake for the third time, Yu Nanqing finally couldn't hold back and slapped him across the face.

Having not been slapped in so long, the sensation of both pleasure and pain washed over Shen Mochen, his eyes brightening slightly as he made a strange sound in his throat.

His eyes were piercing, as if accusing her, or perhaps begging her to slap him again, "My dear, you're seeing someone else?"

Yu Nanqing, who was about to lie back down to continue sleeping, paused for a moment, looked at him in surprise, and asked, "What's wrong with you now?"

She was very sleepy, really sleepy.

So, after being woken up repeatedly, she found Shen Mochen less adorable than usual.

I just want to press his head down and knead him into a ball.

"See, he really does have someone else outside, otherwise why would he be so impatient with me?" Shen Mochen said sarcastically, leaning slightly against the bedside, his charming fox eyes filled with jealousy.

Yu Nanqing frowned at his words, bit her lip, and then angrily punched him twice, "Who is it all because of me?!"

Shen Mochen seized her fist and pulled her into his arms. His fingertips accidentally pressed on her waist, which was weak and sore from the ordeal. Hearing her groan, he immediately let go and let her fall limply into his arms.

Looking up and meeting her indignant gaze, he immediately spoke first, "She obediently fell into my arms on her own."

Seeing his shameless behavior, Yu Nanqing was so angry that her teeth itched, but she was helpless. She could only lower her eyes, bury her head and bite his abs hard.

She bit her teeth until she left marks, then looked up with satisfaction, gave a haughty laugh, and as she got up from his arms, she gave him a couple of light kicks.

Watching her lie back down quietly, Shen Mochen rolled over and wrapped himself around her again after only a few seconds, taking out the yellow hair he had kept in the sealed bag yesterday as evidence. "Tell me, sweetie, what's this?"

Yu Nanqing was about to kick him away in a fit of anger, but upon hearing this, she glanced at him and said, "A blond hair."

"You guessed right, my dear, you're amazing." Shen Mochen praised her in an ambiguous tone, then bit her cheek, only letting go when he saw she was about to get angry, and said in a low voice, "My dear, can you tell me why this blond hair that looks like a man's is on you?"

Yu Nanqing was taken aback, her body pausing for two seconds, her eyelids twitching several times, her tone extremely hesitant, "On my body?"

With the blatant evidence of being near a man right in front of her, Yu Nanqing felt a little flustered. She sat up, her expression serious, her mind racing as memories swirled around her. She was almost seen through by Shen Mochen when she finally remembered.

The man the company brought to sponsor them tonight seems to be... just a blond guy.

But she swore she hadn't been near him. The only possibility was that the man was so bald that some of his hair fell out while he was handing out business cards and accidentally got some on her.

That's right, there's only one possibility.

She nodded silently, then slowly began to explain to Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen glanced at her, then lowered his eyes again to continue playing with her hair. "Is he good-looking?"

Guai Guai likes his face.

He found out about this by chance.

And it's also the only merit he can boast about.

Therefore, he had to make sure that no other man's appearance would capture Guagua's heart before he could be completely devoted to her.

His anxiety and insecurity stem from his darling child.

He clearly has many other good qualities.

For example, being rich, having exceptional abilities in a certain area, or being devoted and affectionate.

He felt that in this era, no one was better at upholding male virtues than him.

He deserves to have a wife, and he deserves to be loved by her.

This time, Yu Nanqing didn't answer him directly; she was eager to know why he always asked such questions.

She pulled her hair out of Shen Mochen's hand. "I don't know."

After saying that, she turned over and lay back down, pulling the blanket over herself, trying to avoid the topic.

Shen Mochen was in a particularly bad mood after not receiving a reply. His brows and eyes gradually darkened. Without something to play with, his hands were itching to get their hands on it.

The atmosphere was a little stiff. Before Shen Mochen could continue his questioning, Yu Nanqing's heart skipped a beat. She frowned and finally, without any self-respect, turned around and rolled into his arms. "Why don't you keep asking?"

Shen Mochen stared at her, a dark glint in his eyes. He was in a particularly bad mood because he hadn't received a subconscious response.

It's like constantly asking your wife if she loves you, and then one day she suddenly hesitates.

Like...being encased in frost, like...having a piece of your heart ripped out.

His gaze toward Yu Nanqing grew increasingly resentful, much like that of a young husband about to be abandoned.