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

Chapter 43 Hitting means kissing and scolding means loving.

"Mmm, wife, Grandpa is so fierce..." Shen Mochen replied, with glistening tears at the corners of his eyes. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her delicate red lips.

He longed for it for a long time, and finally kissed her.

Like a person dying of thirst in the desert who suddenly gets a drink of water, their eyes are filled with greed and ecstasy.

"My wife smells so good..." he breathed softly, leaning gently on her shoulder, his eyes still fixed on her red lips that he had kissed until they were glistening, and he moved his Adam's apple as if he was still savoring the moment.

Yu Nanqing blushed, feeling that Shen Mochen was a complete lecher.

She shouldn't have indulged him, but whenever he used those alluring phoenix eyes to show a hint of pleading for sympathy, her heart would melt completely.

She finally understood what it meant to be blinded by lust.

After being coaxed into bed, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't had lunch yet. She glanced at Shen Mochen, who was holding her tightly with satisfaction, and poked his chin. "Have you had breakfast?"

Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and stared at her intently.

Having spent so much time together, Yu Nanqing knew almost immediately what he was thinking. She frowned and pinched his waist, saying, "I'm talking about a proper meal!"

Shen Mochen let out a muffled groan, intending to give a serious answer, but he couldn't resist being cheeky. He leaned closer and kissed her red earlobe, his voice low and sexy, "My wife pinches me so well."

"…Um…"

"...I still want to..."

"Slap!" Yu Nanqing was filled with shame and indignation, and had no choice but to interrupt his spellcasting.

Like a bull, always full of energy.

It's both yellow and reckless.

Fearing he might really anger her, Shen Mochen restrained himself, tucked her in, and then got up to make her a loving lunch.

Bearing that bright red slap... no, it's my wife's love.

People say that hitting someone is a sign of affection and scolding someone is a sign of love. Yu Xiaoqing must love him very much to caress his handsome face like that.

Yu Nanqing had slept all morning and wasn't sleepy at all. She followed Shen Mochen downstairs not long after he did.

Qiuqiu was happily munching on dog food, its nose covered in it.

Yu Nanqing glanced at Shen Mochen, and seeing that he wasn't paying attention, she quickly rubbed Qiuqiu's head, so much so that she wanted to pull it into her arms and knead it as she pleased.

Qiuqiu shook its ears, stopped eating, and happily brought her a toy teething stick.

Yu Nanqing thought it wanted to play with her, and just as she took the chew toy and was about to throw it, she saw it run back to eat dog food.

She paused for a moment, her hand holding the teething toy wobbled unsteadily, she pursed her lips, and simply went to work on the puzzle on the coffee table.

These days, even puppies know how to coax people.

The puzzle on the coffee table was bought a long time ago, but it has never been finished. The main reason is that she is pregnant but has a big heart, and she insisted that Shen Mochen buy her the biggest and most numerous puzzles.

She had intended it to kill time, but now it seems to be draining her brain cells and eyes.

"This piece should be placed here."

Shen Mochen arrived at some point, his warm hand covering hers, and he pried off the puzzle piece she had just placed and moved it to a different position.

It was a perfect match.

"If you keep pushing yourself like this, my darling will need glasses." Shen Mochen scooped her up from behind and carried her toward the kitchen.

"It's too hard to put together, but it will look really nice when I sprinkle it with those sparkly rhinestones." Yu Nanqing was a little unwilling to give up so easily, after all, the puzzle seemed to be quite expensive.

"I'll help you finish the puzzle next time." Shen Mochen carefully washed her hands clean, his voice as soft as could be as gentle as a whisper in her ear.

Yu Nanqing felt a tickle in her ears, trembled slightly, and responded softly, "Mmm."

It seems there was some kind of event going on in the auntie circle today. Aunt Yang and Aunt Chen took leave after making breakfast and went out. Both of them were dressed up nicely, wearing makeup, and were in high spirits.

Yu Nanqing was too embarrassed to ask, and only watched the two leave after they gave their instructions.

However, Shen Mochen definitely knows.

Hearing her ask, Shen Mochen answered to satisfy her curiosity, "They have an auntie association, and today is its second anniversary."

“…Oh.” Yu Nanqing nodded, wanting to say something more, when she noticed Shen Mochen staring intently at her.

She was slightly taken aback. "What's wrong?"

"Are you envious, little girl?" Shen Mochen looked at her, a slight smirk playing on his lips, his tone ambiguous.

"What are you envious of?" Yu Nanqing was a little confused. She picked up her lemonade and took a sip, feeling a bit uneasy under his gaze.

"I envy them for being able to go out, I envy them for being able to attend all kinds of parties, I envy them for being able to meet all kinds of...brothers."

He seemed to squeeze the last two words out between his teeth, and they sounded somewhat sarcastic, like a threat or intimidation.

Yu Nanqing swallowed the bok choy in her mouth, pushed away his hand that was tightening around her waist, pretended not to understand, and stared at him with bright eyes, "So you're going to let me go out and make friends, and attend all kinds of parties?"

"Heh." Shen Mochen laughed in anger, leaned down and bit her cheek. "You're dreaming. I'd rather die than let you go out and flirt with other women."

"You can only be mine."

"Then why do you keep bringing it up? Are you afraid I'll forget all the flowers and plants outside?" Yu Nanqing pouted, pushed his face away, and continued eating her meal without a care in the world.

Shen Mochen paused, then remained silent for a moment, "...No."

Yu Nanqing hummed twice, puffing out his cheeks as he chewed on the pork chop.

It must be said that Shen Mochen's cooking skills are quite good.

There's no rush to go out. Once she finishes her mission and comes back, she can go out whenever she wants, play on her phone whenever she wants, or even sleep outside whenever she wants.

Nobody can control her.

However, in that world, we don't know if she is rich or poor, ugly or beautiful.

She found it strange; she couldn't remember anything, yet she had a strong urge to go back.

Perhaps it was because she had been controlled by Shen Mochen for too long and desperately wanted freedom.

Shen Mochen took sick leave, but he was a restless person. When he wasn't busy with work, he would think of ways to amuse himself with Yu Nanqing.

While Yu Nanqing was taking a nap, he would pull her hair and braid it.

When Yu Nanqing was building Lego, he would hold her on his lap, touching her here and there, and occasionally offering his opinion.

When Yu Nanqing went to the toilet, he would lean against the toilet door and play with the dolls on the cabinet.

They were all incredibly ugly, but each one was dressed very well, wearing different styles of clothes and having different hairstyles.

Shen Mochen stared intently at the doll, feeling a pang of jealousy. He loosened all of the doll's hair, then shamelessly tied it all back up a moment later.

He wondered if it was because his hair was too short that Yu Xiaoqing didn't want to play with it.

He himself didn't realize that, filled with happiness, even jealousy couldn't suppress the upward curve of his eyebrows.

Yu Nanqing pushed open the door and came out, not noticing Shen Mochen standing in front of the door, and buried her head in his arms.

In her dizziness, she heard Shen Mochen chuckle and then shamelessly say things that would ruin her reputation, "My darling likes me that much? Why do you keep bumping into my heart?"

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, her face flushed, and kicked the gray fur on his slippers with her feet, which were clad in fluffy slippers.

It's as if she's some kind of lecherous monster.