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

Chapter 28 Duplicity

"Want some?" Shen Mochen rubbed her head and asked as he stood up, one foot on the ground, and reached over to pick up the milk from the counter.

"I just drank some downstairs, this is for you." The milk was brought to her lips, and she pushed it away.

Shen Mochen was taken aback, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, the curve gradually lengthening, and the milk in his hand almost spilled onto the bed due to his excitement.

He suddenly realized that he had taken a cold shower for nothing, and that he had suffered for nothing because he didn't have a mouth.

He said that as long as you're shameless, you can win over a wife.

He gulped down the milk, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

Noticing Yu Nanqing's gaze, he leaned closer and held the cup to her lips, "Would you like another sip?"

Yu Nanqing's eyes were glazed over, and as if possessed, she opened her mouth and covered the rim of the cup.

This counts as an indirect kiss, right?

Realizing what she was thinking, she snapped back to reality, pushed the cup away, groped her way to the bed, and covered her burning cheeks with her hands.

She's really crazy.

That's why I thought that way...

Shen Mochen washed the cups and came out carrying both of their toothbrushes.

He always feels a fishy taste in his mouth after drinking milk, so he doesn't actually like drinking milk.

However, when he drank that cup just now, he seemed to only taste the sweetness.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, then walked around the bedside and handed the toothbrush to Yu Nanqing.

He originally wanted to do it himself, but he was afraid that his wife would get angry.

This wonderful atmosphere must not be easily ruined.

In such a good mood, Shen Mochen didn't remember Yu Nanqing hiding the notebook until the middle of the night.

Like a demon in his heart, it haunted him, making him uneasy.

After a few seconds of internal struggle, he got out of bed, turned on the small lamp, and took out the notebook.

He took a deep breath, glanced at Yu Nanqing who was still fast asleep, and then reached out to open it.

He carefully turned the pages one by one, only to find them all blank.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly settled down. Just as he was about to put the notebook back, the sheet sandwiched in the middle suddenly fell down.

Shen Mochen paused, his heart slowly quickening. He put down the notebook, his lips gradually tightening, and after a long while, he bent down to pick up the paper.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he hesitated to turn the page, afraid that it might be a long rant condemning him, or sweet words from someone who admired his lover.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally turned the paper over, and when he saw what was on it, he froze slightly.

In the pitch-black night, he could even clearly hear the strong, resounding beat of his own heart.

It felt like being struck by Cupid's arrow, both painful and itchy.

His eyebrows gradually lifted, and a galaxy of stars shimmered in his dark eyes.

He said…

How could Yu Nanqing be so heartless? He's poured his heart out to her, and she's still unmoved.

So it was all just talk.

She even secretly drew his portrait.

Just how much do I like him...?

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The next day, Yu Nanqing was surprised to find that Qiuqiu was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket.

However, it seemed a bit small, with its fur pressed flat, making it look like a lump of meat.

A strange sense of joy.

"That's what the master dressed it up in this morning," Aunt Chen said, setting out breakfast. She lowered her voice as she spoke, "Qiuqiu doesn't seem very happy about it."

Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback, then turned her head to look at Qiuqiu wagging its tail again.

Looking at it this way, it does indeed seem to look aggrieved.

"Give it some extra jerky today." She looked away and took a sip of milk.

"Okay," Aunt Chen nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, she and Aunt Chen found a picture frame, put the painting in it, and wrote a birthday note.

After thinking about it, she asked Aunt Chen to order a cake for her.

After all, this might be the first and last birthday she spends with Shen Mochen.

It's a bit late.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen felt even more that her husband was truly blessed.

The lady was the first to suggest celebrating her husband's birthday.

"Thank you so much, Aunt Chen. If you could, could you buy a strawberry cake?" She rested her chin on her hand, her head swaying slightly as she spoke.

“I will buy the one that Madam likes the most.” Aunt Chen turned her head and raised her eyebrows.

Having her thoughts exposed, Yu Nanqing slipped on her slippers and went upstairs with a flushed face.

Sophia came to the front yard at noon and told her about her trip back to the Yu family last night.

It is said that Yu's mother cried until her eyes were red, and she always felt sorry for her.

She said that Yu's father transferred three percent of the company's shares to her.

They also said that the whole family was having a great time and ate the most delicious meal they'd ever had.

Yu Nanqing leaned back on the bench, listening absentmindedly, his eyes constantly glancing at the sparkling manicure on her hands.

She thought it was beautiful, but Shen Mochen wouldn't let her do it, saying it was inconvenient for her to do other things.

She doesn't understand.

He's been keeping her like a useless piece of trash; how could she possibly cause any trouble?

"Qingqing, are you even listening to me?" Seeing her staring blankly at her fingernails, Sophia frowned and nudged her forearm.

Yu Nanqing snapped out of her reverie and nodded accordingly. "Yes, I'm listening."

"So, are you coming back with me tonight?" Sophia looked at her, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

If Yu Nanqing were to return, she would find that her room had been transformed by her mother into a princess room exclusively for her, Sophia.

Her belongings had already been packed up by Yu's mother and thrown into the storage room.

Yu Nanqing frowned slightly and sighed softly, "I want to go back too, but there's nothing I can do. Shen Mochen won't let me go out."

That's what she said, but she didn't actually want to go back.

Since transmigrating, she has only returned a few times. Each time she went back, she felt that Mr. and Mrs. Yu were indifferent to her, as if they were strangers.

She couldn't find anything to talk about with them, so she always felt quite awkward.

If Shen Mochen hadn't been there, she probably would have wanted to leave as soon as she entered.

"Qingqing, just tell him you have something going on at home, and if all else fails, threaten to commit suicide or something. He'll definitely agree to let you go back." Sophia's eyes darted around as she kept urging her on.

Yu Nanqing's expression froze. Was he planning a suicide attempt?

She still has her pride; if she really makes a scene, people for hundreds of miles around will probably know.

That's dishonorable; she couldn't do it.

Besides, she's quite afraid of pain.

She thought Sophia's thought process was really peculiar, able to come up with so many strange and wonderful ideas.

"My sister's birthday is the day after tomorrow, I can come over then," she politely declined.

"But Qingqing, don't you want to be the first person to wish me a happy birthday? If you go back, you can come and wish me a happy birthday right at midnight tomorrow." Sophia looked at her, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she was particularly dissatisfied with her answer.

Yu Nanqing fell silent.

To be honest, she didn't really want to be the first to wish Sophia a happy birthday.

"Sister, I'll call you to wish you a happy birthday right away." She politely declined, not wanting to argue with Shen Mochen again over this baseless excuse.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Sophia's expression visibly collapse.

"Qingqing, you are the first friend I made here. I already consider you my family." Sophia grabbed her hand, trying to put on a melodramatic act.