After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 140

For Xia Yuan, pursuing graduate studies wasn’t difficult at all. Knowledge only made her more fulfilled, easing the suffocating feeling of being swept into the entertainment industry’s vanity fair.

She swam freely in the ocean of learning, sometimes staying at her apartment near campus for two or three days straight without returning home.

One bright afternoon, a sleek black Maybach followed her at a measured pace. She only realized something was wrong when she felt the weight of a gaze, stopping in her tracks with a startled gasp.

“Ah-Huai… why are you here…” Her voice grew weaker the more she spoke.

The car window lowered, revealing the man’s sharply defined profile. His long, elegant fingers held a fountain pen as he leisurely signed a document.

Only after he finished did he turn his head. Qin Mohuai’s magnetic voice flowed like a current, buzzing into her ears, “Wife, I have every reason to suspect you’ve studied yourself stupid—pulling stunts like abandoning husband and child.”

He was clearly displeased, but the vivid, lively woman outside the window dissolved all his anger. Instead, her faint fragrance teased out a dangerous, unbidden desire.

“Do I need to invite Miss Xia into the car?”

He even called her Miss Xia—he must be furious. Xia Yuan instantly opened the door and slid into the seat beside him.

Like a mischievous concubine caught sneaking out of the palace, she pressed against the mighty tyrant’s side, whining and pouting, trying to coax her husband out of his anger.

Qin Mohuai, of course, wasn’t angry at all. Precisely because of that, he couldn’t afford to show her a soft face—otherwise, she might just dare not come home for months!

His long, aristocratic fingers produced a blue handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat from her cheeks and neck. The fabric bore a few damp, faintly seductive traces, darkening under his palm with suggestive intimacy.

By the time Xia Yuan came back to her senses, she had already kissed him several times.

Ever discreet, Qin Wu immediately raised the partition.

So it wasn’t the handkerchief that was indecent—she was the one harboring indecent thoughts. This man only grew more dangerously attractive with age. Every movement oozed mature allure, and no matter how many times they had been intimate, his strong body and skill still left her enchanted…

Qin Mohuai folded the handkerchief, pressing it lightly against her lips. “Baby, you’re drooling.”

Xia Yuan swiped at her mouth in panic. Nothing.

Her face burned red with shame.

“I just didn’t eat enough lunch, so I mistook you for braised pork belly!”

“Then… do you want pork belly now?”

“…Yes.” She admitted weakly. With how well they meshed, and how he always stopped if she felt even the slightest discomfort, she had no reason to resist the pleasure he brought her.

She tapped the car window with her soft fingertip. “There’s a hotel outside.”

Qin Mohuai chuckled. “Baby, don’t be so impatient. That’s not KG Hotel—I’m worried about surveillance cameras.”

Blushing, Xia Yuan curled her fingers in embarrassment, only for him to capture her hand and kiss it gently, treating her with the utmost care.

The Maybach stopped in front of her apartment building.

Inside her little nest, Qin Mohuai calmly rolled up his sleeves and cooked a few dishes.

Xia Yuan was stunned. He was… actually cooking?

And

It was delicious. She put her chopsticks down after eating to seven-tenths full.

He cleared the leftovers, loaded the dishwasher, tidied up the kitchen, and returned to the living room to watch a movie with her.

Away from power and wealth, he was perfectly willing to spend such simple, happy days with her.

They sat on the carpet in front of the sofa, Xia Yuan nestled against his broad chest as her attention gradually shifted to the film.

The story was about a couple married for three years. The man was from a wealthy family, the woman accidentally married into it and gave up her law career to focus on home life.

The man hadn’t cheated, but the love between them had faded. The absence of obvious problems had become the biggest problem in their marriage.

When a case landed on her doorstep, the woman chose to return to work. She not only won the case but also rediscovered herself.

By the end, their relationship was sweet again. The director didn’t bother showing lengthy reconciliations—the theme was already clear: dignity is the foundation of love.

Xia Yuan murmured, “Nothing lasts unchanged. Her returning to work was the right choice. Only with balance can one remain undefeated.”

Qin Mohuai’s sharp phoenix eyes narrowed, reassessing the bold little woman in his arms.

He had thought her pursuit of a career and graduate studies was out of interest. He hadn’t expected them to be her retreat routes.

He loved her with desperate intensity, while she was busy plotting escape routes within their love.

Qin Mohuai pressed his hand to his forehead, covering the shadowed fury in his eyes. Rage sapped his strength, making him want to cough blood.

Then—the doorbell rang.

“Go open it.”

He needed her away from him, lest he lose control and throw her onto the bed, tormenting her until she cried.

Xia Yuan obediently opened the door. Standing outside was a handsome young man from the business school upstairs.

They were neighbors and schoolmates. Occasionally, they greeted each other, but she never expected him to come knocking at night.

“Is something the matter?”

If she had been alone, she wouldn’t have dared to open the door. But with Qin Mohuai inside, she wasn’t afraid.

“It’s almost Dragon Boat Festival. My mom sent me a lot of zongzi. I can’t finish them, so I thought I’d share with the neighbors. Homemade, nothing fancy, just a taste. Please don’t turn me down.” He scratched his head shyly. “I don’t want one moment of extroversion to condemn me to a lifetime of introversion.”

“…Thank you.”

The moment she shut the door, a tall, oppressive shadow loomed over her. A low, grinding voice scraped at her ear, “Wife, I’ve been reflecting. Did I give you too much freedom? So much that you dare think, dare say, dare do anything you please!”

Xia Yuan lowered her head meekly, occasionally lifting her lashes to give him a soft, submissive glance—like a lamb waiting to be eaten.

It provoked the darker instincts under Qin Mohuai’s elegant façade, making him want to wreck her completely.

Before he could react, Xia Yuan stripped off her clothes herself, her fair, delicate skin glowing with dangerous allure.

“Brother Ah-Huai, you have to be gentle, okay? If you’re too rough, Yuan Yuan will break… then you’ll have no wife left.”

A little forced love play—too thrilling to resist.

Late that night.

After bathing his little ancestor and cleaning himself up, Qin Mohuai accepted the zongzi gift box from Qin Wu and went to knock on the young man’s door.

No one knew what he said, but soon after, the boy fell seriously ill—and once he recovered, he promptly moved out of the building.

Qin Mohuai hadn’t uttered a single harsh word. On the contrary, he had been the picture of gentlemanly courtesy, thanking the boy for looking after his wife.

Qin Wu, however, had casually revealed the palm-sized firearm hidden at his waist while greeting him.

Xia Yuan could guess who was behind it, but she couldn’t pry the truth from Qin Mohuai. He was still sulking, and every night she had to coax him out of it with great effort…