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

Chapter 99 Narrow-minded, only big enough for one person

The next morning, Yu Nanqing was woken up by a kiss. When she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Mochen, with a wicked smile on his face, holding her face and kissing and nibbling on her.

She frowned slightly and pushed his face away. "Shen Mochen, are you a dog?"

"How did you know, my dear?" Seeing that she was awake, Shen Mochen no longer restrained himself and kissed her passionately.

Yu Nanqing remained silent, tilted her head, picked up her phone and glanced at the time: nine in the morning.

Thankfully, it wasn't too early or too late. She pulled the blanket over her head, yawned softly, and huddled up a bit before finally getting up and kicking Shen Mochen, who was staring intently at her. "Get up! Didn't He Jing say we're going to the mountaintop for a bonfire party today?"

"If we set off now, we might reach the summit before dark."

Yesterday they had only climbed less than a tenth of the way and it had already taken them an hour.

"You can take the cable car, sweetie." Shen Mochen grabbed her feet and pulled her into his arms, then pulled the blanket over them both and formally took out the bracelet he had gotten up early to make and put it on her.

Yu Nanqing paused, looked down at him, and tilted her head in surprise, "You knitted this yourself?"

"Mm," Shen Mochen replied, his eyes filled with a desire for praise.

Yu Nanqing didn't want to spoil his mood, so she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, saying, "My husband is amazing."

Sure enough, Shen Mochen is the kind of person who only has things he doesn't want to do, not things he can't do.

She remembered that he used to be very clumsy; every single doll she had placed on her bedside table had been ruined by him.

He often unravels her braids, but then, fearing she'll find out and get angry, he always braids them back together.

She could tell he had tried his best, but the resulting braid was simply a disaster.

Shen Mochen was amused. He picked up another one and asked her to put it on him. Finally, he grabbed his phone and took a bunch of pictures, selecting a dozen to post on his WeChat Moments.

His WeChat Moments used to be blank, but since two months ago, he's been posting at least two updates a day, and every single one of them is a boast about having a wife.

While he was writing, Yu Nanqing got out of bed, washed up, and then called to order breakfast.

They changed rooms yesterday. She chose a room with a balcony and a view. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the most beautiful flower field in the resort.

It wasn't until breakfast that Yu Nanqing brought up the matter of the villa next door yesterday. To avoid Shen Mochen getting jealous, she didn't mention Chen Qing's name in her conversation.

"How is Chen Ye doing?" She chewed on her egg and glanced at him.

"I heard he was crippled." Shen Mochen's eyebrows twitched slightly as he picked up the milk in front of her and took a sip.

It tastes awful, but it's mixed with a sweet, cloying flavor.

Yu Nanqing paused for a moment, "Then... what about Liu Jiaojiao?"

"He had two front teeth knocked out, and he seems to be somewhat mentally unstable," Shen Mochen said, a dark glint in his eyes.

Gossiping about his wife is not enough punishment.

In the past, he would have pulled out her tongue and thrown her into the sea to feed the fish.

Now... he's trying to be the good guy that Guai Guai talks about, so he's sparing her life for now.

Yu Nanqing was startled for a moment, her pace of eating the egg slowed down, and her thoughts began to wander.

Liu Jiaojiao is the nominal female lead of this world.

I wonder how the plot will fall apart now that she's like this.

Moreover, she remembered that the book clearly stated, "Chen Ye is Miss Liu's number one sycophant, and he always obeys Liu Jiaojiao's every word, even though she has his extremely disliked stepson in her heart."

But yesterday, Chen Ye looked like a scoundrel, flitting from flower to flower, getting his hands on every one of them.

Shen Mochen watched her lower her eyes in thought, her fingertips pinching the rim of the cup, her expression unreadable, her eyes filled with darkness.

I wonder if his sweet wife is thinking about that white moonlight again.

She had clearly said she would explain to him, but there has been no news since.

It seems that he was dispensable to her, a silly dog ​​she could summon and dismiss at will.

Feeling a bit agitated, he stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, trying to calm the strange feeling in his heart, but instead, he felt even more uncomfortable.

After swallowing the xiaolongbao, he finally couldn't resist. He hooked his foot under the table around her swaying leg and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you keep asking, sweetie?"

Yu Nanqing snapped out of her daze, took a sip of milk, and had some milk stains on her lips. Before she could speak, her mouth was covered. Shen Mochen rolled the milk crumbs into his mouth, refrained from having a deep conversation with her, leaned back in his chair, and quietly watched her.

Yu Nanqing's ears turned completely red, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she returned to his question, "What else do you want to ask?"

Shen Mochen's expression was unreadable. He held her fingers and gently played with them. Hearing her words, he looked up at her again and said, "For example... that Chen Qing. Goodness, it seems we haven't asked him yet."

Yu Nanqing paused for two seconds. She didn't mention it because she didn't want him to misunderstand and get angry, but it seemed that even if she didn't mention it, his active thoughts could still wander to that direction.

She pursed her lips and moved closer to him. "What should I ask him? How is he? Or is he hurt?"

Shen Mochen was startled by her sudden closeness; his tense nerves trembled slightly, and his fingertips dug into his palms. He chuckled lightly, feigning nonchalance, "How should I know to be obedient..."

"Why would I ask these questions? He has nothing to do with me." Yu Nanqing reached out and pinched his ashen face, her expression serious. "I don't like him. I don't like him now, I didn't like him before, and I'll never like him in the future."

"I have a small heart; it can only hold you."

Shen Mochen's eyes flickered slightly. He pulled her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her. "This is what you said, my sweetheart. If you were lying..."

He couldn't bring himself to describe the punishment that followed; he didn't want her to be punished, not even for a second.

That's pretty much how he'll be; he'll have to shamelessly cling to her for the rest of his life.

It was past ten o'clock when they finished breakfast and went out. He Jing had been waiting at the door with his men for a long time. When the two finally came out, he patted his butt and got up. He glanced at their vacation-like outfits and was silent for a while. "Brother Shen, we're going hiking. It's not appropriate for your wife to wear a skirt, is it?"

“We’ll take the cable car.” Shen Mochen looked up at him and handed him the leash with Qiuqiu on it. “You can have it.”

He Jing was stunned. Before he could react, Shen Mochen handed him Qiuqiu's dog food, poop bag, and poop tongs. "Thank you for your hard work. Go to the Shuijun Bay garage and pick out a car you like later."

Yu Nanqing also expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, He Jing."

“…No trouble at all.” He Jing forced a smile, and after the two turned to leave, he handed everything in his hand, except for the dog leash, to Zheng Yan behind him. “I’ll be in charge of walking the dog, and you’ll be in charge of cleaning up the poop.”

Without giving anyone a chance to refuse, he led the dog away into the distance.