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

Chapter 141 Having a wife gives me motivation

Faced with her exposure, Shen Mochen remained silent. He lowered his eyes and stared at the fluffy slippers on the floor. His dark eyes were devoid of emotion. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, but his heart trembled violently.

The room remained silent for a long time without any light before someone finally made a move.

Shen Mochen pried her fingers apart, stood up, and fled without even putting on his shoes.

Hearing the door close, Yu Nanqing's heart, which had been pounding with tension, gradually calmed down, feeling cool and icy.

She let out a soft breath, withdrew her outstretched hand, curled her fingertips, and rolled over into the covers.

Going there now would only result in being sent back, and they might not even get to see Shen Mochen.

Besides, she had already put a locator on his clothes, so she wasn't afraid of not being able to find him tomorrow.

Thinking about it, she felt much calmer. She grabbed the blanket and covered her face, gently inhaling the lingering scent on her hands.

Her thoughts tossed and turned until three in the morning before Yu Nanqing finally fell asleep. She slept restlessly, having many nightmares intermittently.

Shen Mochen next door didn't sleep all night. He stared blankly at the surveillance footage on his phone, looking at the beautiful Jiaojiao curled up tightly in bed.

As soon as he entered Yu Nanqing's room, he casually hung the miniature camera on the cabinet.

There was joy in getting him back, but more than that, there was disappointment and resentment towards her for choosing someone else and for her never loving him.

He felt somewhat lost and confused.

His body and heart were desperately clamoring to get closer to his beautiful wife, but reason kept him incredibly clear-headed. He could no longer indulge in the "gentle embrace" of his obedient wife, and he could no longer be treated like a fool and made to run wild.

My heart is hurting terribly; I've never felt this bad even when I was stabbed with a knife.

Shen Mochen took a deep breath, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He turned to his side, grabbed the blanket, and covered himself tightly.

The blanket had a faint fragrance, unlike the faint scent on Guai Guai's body; it smelled more like a man's.

A surge of intense jealousy welled up inside him. He quickly rolled over, collapsed to his knees, and slapped himself twice in an attempt to snap out of it.

He was breathing heavily, his waist almost pressed tightly against his legs.

He was truly despicable. Even though Yu Nanqing had hurt him time and time again, he still couldn't help but want her, want her body, and even more so, want her heart.

He couldn't stand her being special to other men, and he couldn't stand her turning a blind eye to other men's advances.

As the moon slowly descended outside the window, Shen Mochen dressed neatly and left the house when the sun rose. Near the master bedroom, he paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob, but after a long hesitation, he withdrew it.

Perhaps because it's winter, there were hardly any people on the streets at seven o'clock.

Shen Mochen walked quite a distance from the residential area before he encountered an open breakfast shop. He bought two custard buns, an egg, and then carefully selected a box of nicely packaged hot milk.

He paid the total of eight yuan and fifty cents and turned to leave, but the busy shopkeeper stuffed a big meat bun into his hand.

Shen Mochen was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at the shop owner, "How much? I..."

"No need, this is a leaky snack, just take it and eat it." The shopkeeper pushed him and moved the code to a place where he couldn't scan it, then turned around and continued to work. While working, he couldn't help but say, "Young man, you're healthy, but you should also pay attention to keeping warm. Wearing a short-sleeved shirt in this temperature, you'll catch a cold sooner or later."

As he spoke, he glanced at the breakfast that Shen Mochen was holding, which was clearly something a girl would like to eat. "There's a shortage of good men in this world, but if you don't have money, being love-struck is a deadly thing."

Buying so much for his girlfriend but not enough for himself is really foolish.

The boss sighed several times, watching Shen Mochen disappear at the opposite intersection.

Shen Mochen had ulterior motives; he had a key made when he went out to buy medicine last night.

When he opened the door, Yu Nanqing was still asleep. He put breakfast on a ceramic plate and put it in the microwave, leaving a note in a conspicuous place.

This time, he didn't return after leaving home, nor did he go near that breakfast shop. Instead, he took a longer route and went straight to the home of the rich second-generation heir he had met on his way to work.

The other person was clearly still half asleep. When he saw him, he paused for two seconds, but didn't react. He just greeted him with a sour face.

The man was wearing a bathrobe, the belt undone, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

He casually lay down on the gold-trimmed sofa, his face showing some annoyance as he lit a cigarette. After searching for a while without finding a lighter, he frowned slightly and looked up at Shen Mochen standing to the side. "Can I borrow a light?"

Shen Mochen's eyes were expressionless. He bent down and took out the bright red lighter from the corner of the table, then turned to light it for him. "Sorry, I don't smoke."

Sparks flew as the man took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke. Thinking about his earlier words and recalling the information he'd gathered, he suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Don't smoke? Playing innocent, huh?"

After saying that, he paused, then added sarcastically, "No, it's a wild boar trying to eat a phoenix."

That's right. A beggar without even an identity document dares to covet the eldest daughter of the Yu family. It's a joke.

Shen Mochen didn't speak, his eyes filled with unreadable emotions. He lowered his eyes, took out two photos from his pocket and placed them on the table. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Young Master Lin's father has been frequently visiting the Orange Grove Community recently. The last time, he went with this woman to pick up a child from a nearby kindergarten."

"The child's name is Lin Cheng."

"I suggest that Young Master Lin pay attention to the transfer of the Lin family's assets recently."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xu's expression became somewhat unsettled, and his lazy, reclining posture on the sofa changed to a proper sitting position.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed unease.

He had noticed something was wrong with his father long ago. The man who had always been considerate and gentle to his mother had become extremely impatient, and his face often showed impatience and irritability. Several times he smelled a strong perfume on his father, and occasionally he could smell the smell of milk and urine. Moreover, the pocket money he was given was getting less and less.

His lips moved for a long time without making a sound. He reached over, grabbed the water glass on the table, and forgot that he didn't drink water that had been sitting overnight. He gulped down the water in one go.

After stretching his muscles, he raised his eyes, his gaze dark yet resolute. "I'll give you three million. You take care of this for me."

Shen Mochen is very smart; Lin Xu thought so the first time he saw him.

His grandfather was a fortune teller. When he was a child, he would often see people coming to ask his grandfather to tell their fortunes when he returned to the old house. Occasionally, he would also be able to learn a little from his grandfather.

Shen Mochen's face looks like that of someone destined for wealth and honor, but he is actually a poor boy with no name, power, or influence.

This caused Lin Xu to gamble with his friends in the entertainment circle about Shen Mochen's background, losing a total of 200,000 yuan.