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

Chapter 30 I'm So in Love with My Darling Wife

Aunt Chen stood in front of the door, her brows furrowed, her face full of worry.

Seeing her come out, he hurriedly prepared to explain.

But before she could speak, Yu Nanqing spoke up first, "Aunt Chen, I would like to ask you to help me set up the kitchen."

She changed the subject, not mentioning that she had overheard the aunties talking.

It's a shameful thing to do either way, so she might as well pretend she didn't hear it; that would be better for everyone.

Shen's old house.

Shen Mochen leaned back lazily on the sofa, his weary eyes occasionally lifting, his slender fingers constantly kneading a white doll.

His arrogant attitude infuriated Old Master Shen.

Shen Zhao was also a bit of a headache. She felt that her father was just idle after retirement and would do whatever came to mind.

Last time, Shen Mochen said that he had finally managed to suppress his impotence, and now he has invited so many rich young ladies over.

Does he only feel proud when news spreads that "the Shen family openly has an affair, ousting the wife"?

"Grandpa wants to find a concubine?" Shen Mochen couldn't sit still any longer. He opened his phone and glanced at the villa's surveillance footage. When he saw the scene of his wife blowing up balloons, his heart trembled slightly.

What does his obedient wife want to do?

His curiosity was burning to its peak, and he racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what special day it was.

Our wedding anniversary passed last month.

My wife's birthday is March 7th, which is still a while away.

The two first met when the roses were in full bloom…

Oh, yes.

He remembered that tomorrow was the peacock's birthday.

His wife was probably preparing a surprise for that woman.

The initial surge of enthusiasm was instantly extinguished.

He pursed his lips, clearly jealous.

Upon hearing his words, Old Master Shen was so angry he almost spat out blood.

"Shen Mochen, don't play dumb with me." He took a few deep breaths and spoke slowly and calmly.

Shen Mochen, who was in a bad mood, glanced at him and suddenly felt a little irritable. He loosened his tie, let out a soft breath, picked up the tea on the table and drank it, trying to suppress the urge to go crazy.

"Grandpa may be shameless, but I still have my pride. I would never do something like cheating." He dropped the pretense completely, his icy face expressionless.

"Grandpa had better stop. My wife will always be Yu Nanqing, she was before, she is now, and she will always be." He stood up and stuffed the doll in his hand into his suit pocket.

As I turned to leave, I heard Old Master Shen's shrewish roar behind me, his words particularly offensive.

Shen Mochen pressed the back of his tongue against his chin, and slightly tugged at the corner of his lips.

When I returned from abroad, I heard from people that this was how his mother was driven to her death by Old Master Shen.

That's why he's giving him some leeway for now, just to prevent him from setting his sights on his wife.

After all, his wife had a heart that yearned for freedom, and she could disappear from his sight in the blink of an eye.

Although he installed GPS trackers on her skirt, her bag, and anywhere else he could, he was still uneasy.

But now that he knows his wife likes him, he has no desire to deal with the old man anymore.

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When I entered the villa, it was pitch black and completely silent.

Shen Mochen paused for a moment, then sighed softly. He was still thinking about being able to kiss his wife's lips as soon as he got back.

This feeling of emptiness made my heart ache.

After changing my shoes, I stepped into the entryway and was about to turn on the light when a melodious tune began to play softly.

He was slightly taken aback, and when he looked up, he saw his beautiful wife walking towards him through the darkness. Her sparkling eyes were slightly curved, she was humming "Happy Birthday," and she was carrying a cake full of strawberries.

His heart immediately panicked and began pounding wildly.

"Shen Mochen, happy birthday." Yu Nanqing raised her eyebrows. "Although... um... wait, blow... blow out the candles..."

"I can't wait, sweetie."

In the end, Yu Nanqing held firm to his bottom line and allowed him to make a wish and blow out the candles.

She sat obediently beside him, glancing sideways at his long eyelashes in the dim candlelight, but her gaze kept drifting to the clearly defined five thumbprints on his face.

He blew out the candles and then kissed her lips passionately, eager to tell her what he had wished for.

Fortunately, Yu Nanqing covered his mouth in time, saying, "Wishes won't come true if you say them out loud."

Shen Mochen stiffened slightly, staring intently at her serious expression. He felt an intense itch in his heart and couldn't resist licking her palm.

So he was slapped by his wife again, along with being called a pervert.

Shen Mochen, who has never liked cake, ate a large piece, his eyes shining brightly with sweet affection.

Back in the room, Yu Nanqing handed him the wrapped painting.

She wrapped the painting herself, tying several bows to secure it.

Shen Mochen felt like he was about to drown in a warm ocean of happiness.

His fingers gently untied the straps, and the mystery of each loop greatly satisfied his heart.

When he finally saw the painting, he paused slightly, and the corners of his reddened eyes trembled slightly.

"Sweetie, do you want me to love you to death?"

Yu Nanqing paused in her act of pulling the blanket to sleep, turned her head to look at him, and saw the lust in his eyes. She immediately stuck her upside down.

"Go take a shower quickly, we have to get up early tomorrow to go back to the Yu family to celebrate your sister's birthday." She continued to pull the blanket up, only stopping when she was completely wrapped up.

Shen Mochen restrained himself, kissed her cheek, and then got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

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Although I went to bed early the night before, I still left the house very late the next day.

Yu Nanqing, who had been exploited all morning, looked resentful, and her hand holding the bread slice trembled slightly.

The perceptive Shen Mochen returned with the milk, put his arm around her shoulder, and brought it to her lips. "Drink more, sweetie. We still have to wish Peacock a happy birthday later."

Yu Nanqing, whose voice was clearly hoarse, paused, snatched the milk from his hand, drank two mouthfuls, and then choked, hanging her head and coughing violently.

Shen Mochen's brow twitched slightly. He gently patted her back to soothe her, "Don't be angry, sweetie. Next time I'll do it for you, okay?"

Yu Nanqing was stunned, "You shameless!"

"Only by being shameless can you get enough to eat." Seeing that she was finally willing to pay attention to him, Shen Mochen seized the opportunity, chuckled, and kissed her again before turning around to pack his things.

When he came downstairs, Yu Nanqing hadn't finished eating the piece of bread. She turned her head and saw him, her brows furrowing instantly, her lips pouting with a look of dissatisfaction.

Shen Mochen glanced at her, then leaned against the kitchen door. "If you pout again, I'm going to kiss you."

Yu Nanqing's ears twitched, she took a big bite of bread, chewed it quickly, and glared at him slightly with her bright eyes.

Shen Mochen was charmed by her cuteness, and chuckled. He leaned over, lifted her chin, and kissed her puffed-out cheek. "Even if you don't pout, I'll still kiss you."

After he released her, Yu Nanqing gritted her teeth, fantasizing about biting his neck and making him cry.