After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 2

The Qin Consortium employed hundreds of thousands of people worldwide. As the man who held all that power in his grasp, Qin Mohuai was busy every single day. Otherwise, it would’ve been impossible for him to visit Yunxiang Manor only once a week.

But this time, Qin Mohuai had actually stayed with Xia Yuan for a full three days.

“Baby, are you coming home with me or not?”

The woman dressed in a pink silk qipao sat gracefully on his lap, her delicate pale hands holding a brush as she penned a poem in elegant miniature script.

He reached out and wrapped an arm around her soft, delicate waist, not the least bit gentle as he bit down on her, teasing, “Weren’t you going to see me off? Can you even stand up?”

Summer Yuan’s soft palm landed on his handsome face with a smack. Qin Mohuai didn’t dodge. After taking the slap, he caught her frail, pale wrist and pressed a kiss to it.

“Pervert.” She was furious.

“I’m only a pervert for my wife.”

“Hmph, who’s your wife?”

“Whoever showed me **in the car… that’s my wife.”

Summer Yuan’s ears burned scarlet. Her shy face burrowed into the pillow—this lunatic’s skill level was way too high, she couldn’t handle him.

Outside, rain streamed down the window. At the entrance, the bodyguard held up a black umbrella with a dragon-head handle—arrogant and imposing, perfectly matching Qin Mohuai’s presence.

Summer Yuan stood quietly before the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in a white gown that brushed her ankles. In the dim world, she seemed like the only trace of pure light.

Qin Mohuai nearly turned back with every step, the unwillingness in his heart mirrored in the dark, brooding resentment of his eyes.

Summer Yuan pressed her slightly swollen lips together. Half a year of living side by side—it would be a lie to say she felt nothing. But that little bit of affection wasn’t enough to keep her here. Her grandmother was still waiting for her back in her original world.

When Qin Mohuai left the villa, the hem of his tailored black trousers was soaked. His secretary quickly presented him with a fresh change of clothes and shoes.

One hand, veins taut, rested on the door of the Maybach. The tall, devastatingly handsome man turned back to gaze at the woman standing in the warm light, waving softly. With a sigh, he muttered,

“She’s so heartless… is her heart made of iron?”

The secretary hesitated before answering, “Miss Xia still has lyrics to finish. Perhaps… once she’s done, she’ll return home.”

Qin Mohuai’s brows sank. “Another week? Too long.”

…

The next day, Summer Yuan received a visitor at the villa—her younger brother, Xia Yuze.

Pulling off his sunglasses, his face was that of a handsome little puppy. “Sis! I video-called you ten times. Why didn’t you answer?”

Summer Yuan glanced at the Nokia in her hand. “I don’t think it has video call.”

Xia Yuze: “…” His face was full of disdain.

Qin Mohuai had showered Summer Yuan with jewels, estates, and even left several companies under her name. Yet she stubbornly clung to her Nokia. When asked why, she simply said she was sentimental.

The body’s original owner had always used a Nokia. Summer Yuan saw no reason to change.

The original owner had been close with her family. Summer Yuan, too, often kept in touch with them.

Xia Yuze grumbled, “Even if you couldn’t video-call, I phoned you too, and you didn’t answer! Forget it, that’s not the point. In dramas, when an angry concubine leaves the palace, the emperor only has to come once to coax her back. But Brother Mohuai has come countless times already, and you’re still impossible to please!”

“Besides, Brother Mohuai has no feelings for Ouyang Jing. The engagement doesn’t count. They’ll never end up together.”

At the mention of Ouyang Jing, Xia Yuze’s cheeks suspiciously flushed red. But Summer Yuan was too focused on her breakfast to notice.

‘Sun Chuo’s daughter of humble birth, dares not seek the noble’s grace.’

The meaning was clear: I was born in an ordinary family, unworthy of climbing up to someone of your station.

[System Notification]
Not going home :）

Rebellious YuanYuan is online.

This little runaway had pushed the male lead’s favorability score up to 80%! For just half a year’s effort, that was already quite the achievement. Xia Yuan was secretly pleased, but she still wanted to stay longer at Yunxiang Manor… to nurse her overworked kidneys and waist.

Qin Mohuai’s expression darkened. His large hand slid into her qipao, kneading her tender skin with a punishing edge as he ground out through clenched teeth:

“When you knocked on my car door and seduced me that night, why didn’t you recite that poem then?”

The young girl’s fair cheeks flushed beneath her loose hair, her slender waist trembling as she tried to dodge his less-than-gentle touch.

Half a year ago, Xia Yuan had just transmigrated into this novel. Her identity: a beautiful, pure Literature Department student. The timing: the centennial celebration of Xiangzhou University. The school had invited one of its directors, Qin Mohuai, to give a speech.

Xia Yuan wasn’t about to let the chance slip by. So she knocked on the door of his Maybach.

Inside, only Qin Mohuai.

Under that chillingly dark gaze, the fair-skinned beauty had started undressing.

The system had warned her against such a direct approach. The paranoid male lead was cunning to the core—seduction would never work. But to their surprise, his favorability score instantly jumped to 10%!

Xia Yuan hadn’t expected that gambit to succeed.

The system only gave her one year. She didn’t have the luxury of slowly cultivating feelings with Qin Mohuai. Her looks and body were her strongest assets. If those couldn’t hold him… then she might as well lie down and play dead.

Qin Mohuai had shrugged off his expensive tailored suit jacket, tossing it harshly onto her shoulders as he barked coldly:

“Have you no shame? Put it on!”

Xia Yuan had been a model student in both her lifetimes. She had never seduced a man before. Wrapped in his suit jacket that barely covered her pale thighs, she trembled.

If the system hadn’t reminded her that his favorability had jumped another 20%, she would’ve thought he despised her.

Back in the present—

Xia Yuan set down the brush, unable to concentrate on writing. Qin Mohuai was busy biting at her neck.

She hadn’t stepped out of the house in three days. If she didn’t head down to the community cafeteria soon, she feared her waist might snap.

When this man went mad in bed, he lost all control. Afterwards, he’d tenderly hold her hand, but what good was that when the one suffering was always her?

“Let’s go eat at the community cafeteria,” Xia Yuan coaxed. “The food there is just as good as any restaurant outside!”

The warmth in his arms slipped away, leaving Qin Mohuai’s chest hollow. His pale, slender fingers raked irritably through his blue hair, several messy strands falling over his brow. He looked like a sickly, untamed wolfdog.

Xia Yuan had already become his fatal weakness. If she ever fell into the enemy’s hands, it would be as if they were squeezing his heart bare. He shouldn’t have weaknesses. Yet every time he stared at her sleeping face, the hand that wanted to choke her neck would always turn into a caress instead.

These past few days had been stormy. The manor grounds, thick with trees, were littered with fallen branches and wet leaves that the property staff couldn’t clear in time. Every step left a muddy footprint.

But when Xia Yuan finally arrived at the community canteen, the soles of her shoes were spotless.
Every time the path turned muddy, she simply clung onto Qin Mohuai like he was her personal carriage.

Qin Mohuai almost laughed from sheer anger—this little rebel, daring to use him as a mount during their cold war. Bold of her.

Xia Yuan pouted, “It’s always lamb chops or veal lately. I’ve gained two whole pounds already!”

Qin Mohuai let out a faint snort, the kind that sounded like he might’ve said hm. He didn’t let her words fall to the ground.

Both the lamb and veal were dishes he had ordered specially for her. To have her put on two pounds because of them—well, it wasn’t a waste of his effort.

Still, Xia Yuan had long grown tired of meat. She piled her plate with vegetables, yet still slid two lamb chops onto Qin Mohuai’s tray.

The cold-faced man’s heart warmed instantly. Leaning close to her delicate ear, he coaxed softly, asking her to come home with him.

Xia Yuan had already rejected him once. A man of his status rarely opened his golden mouth twice. If she refused again, who knew if his shame would turn to fury?

She glanced around. The canteen wasn’t crowded. Then, on tiptoe, she pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

Qin Mohuai’s anger evaporated at once.

On their way back, they happened to cross paths with a woman in a hat and mask—a popular singer often seen on television, Zhou Mao’er.

“Yuan Yuan, any inspiration for my lyrics yet?”

“Got it. I’ll have something for you next week.”

“Perfect, thank you!” Zhou Mao’er nodded respectfully to Qin Mohuai before hurrying away.

Yes—Xia Yuan was a lyricist. Her wish to return to her original world wasn’t just for her grandmother, but also to expose the cheating scum of an ex-boyfriend.

Back when they had nothing, he once sold his beloved guitar to help pay for her grandmother’s surgery. That trust became the foundation of their relationship.

She wrote dozens of hit lyrics for him, every one uncredited, raising him up to the peak of stardom as an “original singer-songwriter.”

On her birthday, he claimed he couldn’t afford a Chanel bag for her, so she assumed he was frugal, too traumatized by poverty to spend. But behind her back, he was gifting luxury cars and villas worth millions to his mistress. Those should have been her royalties.

He wasn’t poor—he was using her all along.

Now, Qin Mohuai spoiled her with private jets and estates, turning her ex into dust by sheer contrast. With him, the scumbag couldn’t even compare.

But Xia Yuan still seethed. When she returned, she swore she’d expose that fraud, tear off his mask, and ruin him completely!

—

Qin Mohuai had already spent three whole days holed up at Yunxiang Manor. His secretary had called and urged him countless times—it was past time he returned to the company. Otherwise, the public might start speculating about his health, and that could rattle the stock market.

Suddenly, Xia Yuan met his shadowy, dangerous gaze, and dread prickled in her chest.
“I’ll… walk you out.”

Qin Mohuai’s lips curved faintly. “These past few days, I’ve been selfish—only thinking about my own pleasure, not serving my baby properly. Let me make it up to you now, hm?”

“No!” Xia Yuan’s pupils shrank. Her rosy fingertips clutched the blanket tight, nearly screaming.

Like some sinister beast crawling through the dark, Qin Mohuai slipped beneath the covers from the other side. His strong arms locked around her soft, slender waist, leaving her no room to escape.

Whether joy or pain, she could only accept passively.

Moments later—

The man’s broad, sculpted back bore a few new scratch marks, but he didn’t care in the slightest. With an unlit cigarette caught between his teeth, he rolled it idly along his tongue, a picture of both elegance and danger as he lazily tugged on his black trousers.