After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 1

Yunxiang Estate, luxury penthouse.

Qin Mohuai stood on the balcony in navy trousers, his striking profile as cold as carved jade. Along the edge of his ear trailed a line of Sanskrit ink, and between his lips rested an unlit cigarette. His slightly long, blue-tinted hair was tied into a small tuft, giving him a wild yet obedient look.

He had already jogged twice around the estate, yet his energy was still unspent. Ever since his soft, pampering wife had spoiled him rotten, simple things like boxing or running no longer satisfied him.

“Mm…”
A soft, sleepy whimper drifted from beneath the covers.

Qin Mohuai flicked the cigarette away, dropped to one knee by the bed, and tugged at the quilt with his fingers. He bent down to inhale the delicate fragrance clinging to his wife’s body.

—He was going to lose his mind.

She smelled too good.

He wanted to devour her whole, from head to toe.

Xia Yuan blinked open her drowsy eyes—and froze. Qin Mohuai? This had to be a nightmare. She immediately squeezed her eyes shut and tried to burrow deeper under the blanket.

He only came here on Sundays, just for a day. But today… wasn’t it a weekday?

Qin Mohuai licked his dry lips, his dark eyes burning with shadowy intensity. He had rushed over overnight just to give his wife a “surprise.”

“Xia Yuan.”

Without warning, he yanked away the quilt, seized her delicate chin, and kissed her with a fierce, heavy force.

The paranoid man, tasting his first sweetness, instantly dragged Xia Yuan into his lap. His gaze—deep, gloomy, and dangerously possessive—roamed inch by inch over her fragile body.

“Don’t look…” Xia Yuan shrank against his chest in fear, her pale shoulders trembling. She was like a succubus bride born in the abyss—terrified, yet with no choice but to depend on him.

The tiny act of submission pleased Qin Mohuai.

“Alright, hubby won’t look.”

Compared to Xia Yuan’s slender frame, Qin Mohuai’s tall, powerful build seemed to envelop her completely. Each time he held her like this, her thin white legs trembled uncontrollably.

It was obvious why he had come to Yunxiang Estate tonight. His intentions needed no explanation.

—Two hours later.

Qin Mohuai’s long limbs tangled possessively around the woman, his scarlet eyes buried against her neck. His proud nose pressed against her pale skin, leaving a faint dent in its wake.

Breath mingled with breath. The air was thick with intimacy.

Qin Mohuai’s stamina was frightening. In winter, being in his arms was like lying against a living heater. But in spring and summer, Xia Yuan found it unbearable.

For that, she had been scolded countless times as “heartless.”

“My body feels sticky. I want to shower,” Xia Yuan murmured, her voice as soft and fragrant as her skin. Qin Mohuai loved nothing more than listening to her speak.

She didn’t talk much—like a lamb disguised in thorns, gentle yet defensive. And Qin Mohuai loved her precisely this way.

He carried her to the bathroom, scarlet desire still flickering in his long, narrow eyes.

So, the shower ended up lasting another two hours.

Xia Yuan felt like she would die in the bathtub, her skin wrinkled from the water.

Wrapped in a white towel, she sat at the edge of the bed with her back to the domineering man, sulking in silence.

Qin Mohuai knelt on one knee before her, both hands gripping her slender waist. His voice was low, rough, and dangerously seductive.

“Baby, I lost control because I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“Liar. We saw each other just three days ago.”

“Then hit me, vent your anger.”

“You’re the one who enjoyed it. I’m not doing it.”

The heir to the Qin conglomerate.
A genius trader whose name shook Wall Street.
The most powerful crown prince of Xiangzhou.

Layer upon layer of dazzling halos—such an untouchable figure, and yet here he was, kneeling before her, begging for forgiveness.

Xia Yuan didn’t feel honored. The hardest gift to endure was the favor of an emperor. When he was in a good mood, everything was fine. But when he wasn’t—everyone around him suffered.

Once, during her period, she ate a whole tub of ice cream. He flew into such a rage that the entire Shenghai Manor went without ice cream for a summer. Ice cream lovers everywhere cursed him furiously.

Half a year ago, Xia Yuan had been in her studio writing lyrics when a slacking colleague shoved a novel into her hands—The Paranoid Male Lead Fell in Love With Me.

“Look at this carefully,” the colleague teased. “The vicious female supporting character has the exact same name as you. Better read it before you transmigrate in and get killed by the protagonist crew.”

Xia Yuan thought her colleague was jinxing her. She read only a few chapters… and then really did transmigrate inside.

The system’s mechanical voice chimed in:
“Successfully capture Qin Mohuai. Raise his love value to 100%, and you can return to your original world!”

Qin Mohuai—the paranoid male lead of the novel.
Gu Xiuze—the gentle, elegant second male lead.

Because the heroine wanted both of them, the story ended with male lead and second male lead tearing each other apart, shattering the entire world.

Xia Yuan’s mission: win over Qin Mohuai, and matchmake Gu Xiuze with the heroine—only then could the story stay intact, and she could go home.

“But… shouldn’t the male lead and heroine end up together? Why isn’t my mission to capture the second male lead?”

After all, the paranoid ML destroyed the heroine’s family company at the start and forced her into his bed as a mistress. The second male lead, in contrast, was warm as jade, always respectful, gentle, and kind. Capturing him would be so much easier.

The system’s reply was deadpan:
“Because when the male lead and heroine get together, they constantly do indescribable things. It pollutes the healthy, positive social environment. Therefore, your job is to separate them.”

Xia Yuan: “…”
No way to argue with that.

…

A knock sounded at the door. Two fine-dining takeout boxes were delivered, the aroma of gourmet dishes filling the air.

Qin Mohuai had dyed his hair the shade of blue his wife loved best. Even casually slicked back, his hair made him unbearably handsome. In loose gray lounge pants, he lounged nearby, eyes locked on his wife as she ate slowly and delicately.

He wanted a cigarette. But Xia Yuan hated smoke—she would pinch her nose and pout, calling him a “stinky dog.” Enraged, Qin Mohuai would always punish her in his own ways until she was too exhausted to scold him again.

Now, the overheated man leaned close, kissing her cheek as she chewed. His eyes and voice burned hot.
“Wife, I missed you so much. Come back home with me, alright? While you were gone, I smoked a whole pack every single day. My lungs are breaking down.”

Xia Yuan frowned slightly.
Then calmly continued eating.

A glint flashed in Qin Mohuai’s eyes. His delicate little wife never yielded to pressure—but pity plays always worked.

“I didn’t just smoke. Work kept me too busy to eat. Sometimes I stayed up all night drinking with clients. If this keeps up, I’ll get cancer and die soon.”

Of course, it was all lies. He never smoked at night—every evening he hugged her nightgown to sleep, unwilling to taint it with smoke. Busy with work? Another lie. Late-night drinking? Pure nonsense. All tricks to make his wife feel distressed for him.

But Xia Yuan remained unmoved.

Qin Mohuai might look cold and composed, but in truth, he was absolutely shameless!

Once, when he was injured and bedridden, he acted pitiful before her until she gave in once. Though she worried about his wound, Qin Mohuai had no restraint. By the end, his stitches had torn. The doctor didn’t dare scold him and could only advise Xia Yuan to be more “gentle.” She’d nearly wanted to stab him then and there.

And there was more.

Not long after they’d confirmed their relationship, Qin Mohuai coaxed her into “bad things.” Their size difference made their nights less than harmonious. He brought out a mysterious black bottle, urging her to sniff it. “One sniff and it won’t hurt.”

She refused, holding her breath, convinced it wasn’t something good. In the end, he held her mouth shut until she inhaled for a few seconds.

After that, “disharmony” was never a problem again.

Heh.

Qin Mohuai had grown up abroad, worldly and skilled. He claimed he was still a virgin, but Xia Yuan didn’t believe a word.

Every time she thought about how he had tricked her, her pretty apricot eyes blazed with fury. If she fell for his schemes again, she’d be the biggest fool alive!

When Qin Mohuai saw her unmoved, he stripped off his shirt and stepped onto the balcony, a cigarette between his lips. His sharp, lonely figure was like a wolfhound abandoned by its master.

Xia Yuan brushed her teeth, played on her phone for half an hour, and when she looked up—he was still there, standing stubbornly in the cold, clearly trying to win her pity with self-torment.

“Come inside first. It’s going to rain. You’ll catch a cold.”

“No wife, no home. This house is just as cold. Let me freeze to death outside—it’s not like you care anyway.”

“…”