After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 29

The Xia couple couldn’t bear to let their children suffer—especially not their daughter, Xia Yuan.

They worked so hard to earn money, all just to save enough for Xia Yuan to one day buy a house and a car. They didn’t dream of riches or glory; they only wanted her to live a life without worry.

But Xia Yuan secretly found part-time work at a French restaurant, using the excuse of going to the library to “write her thesis.”

From 3 p.m. to 7 p.m. was the staff’s break time. Manager Sun would even pay out of his own pocket to buy everyone afternoon tea.

Manager Sun said cheerfully, “This week’s sales matched half a month’s worth of our usual revenue. All thanks to Yuan Yuan!”

Caught off guard by the praise, Xia Yuan smiled. “I’m not in sales. How could I possibly decide the restaurant’s turnover?”

The barista chimed in, “But I’ve noticed a lot of repeat customers—some eat here three times a day, just to catch your attention.”

Having worked part-time since young, and being around Qin Mohuai long enough to pick things up, Xia Yuan wasn’t the type of little girl who’d get flustered at a few teasing words.

Her pale, delicate fingers wrapped around the teacup. She took a sip with effortless grace and replied smoothly, “Unfortunately, there aren’t enough foreign regulars. Otherwise, I’d be raking in a fortune in tips.”

Tipping wasn’t a custom among locals, so despite working so long, she had only ever received four or five tips from foreigners.

Xia Yuan’s looks were striking—her fair and flawless skin seemed impossible to maintain, her temperament elegant and poised. Even under everyone’s playful teasing, she didn’t lose her composure in the slightest.

Because of that, the restaurant staff never gave her a hard time. They simply assumed she was a wealthy heiress experiencing life, who would eventually return to inherit her family’s business, and thus posed no threat to their own livelihoods.

At 7 p.m., the restaurant reopened for business.

The moment Song Cien walked in, she spotted Xia Yuan carrying a tray. Her eyes lit up as she tugged at Ouyang Jing’s arm.

“Look, isn’t that Xia Yuan? Let’s go see! She’s actually serving dishes here. She must’ve been dumped by Qin Mohuai!”

Ouyang Jing spoke calmly, “Xia Yuan has been with Qin Mohuai for a long time. I’m the one who came between them. Qin Mohuai has some genuine feelings for her. If he could abandon her so casually, what do you think he’d do to me, when he feels nothing at all?”

“Don’t you find Qin Mohuai terrifying? When he loves you, you’re the moon in the sky. When he doesn’t, you’re nothing but mud beneath his feet.”

Song Cien was momentarily stunned, then quickly sorted her thoughts. “You’re Qin family’s future eldest grandson’s wife, Qin Mohuai’s legal spouse. How could he possibly ‘get rid of you’ so easily? Xia Yuan is just a plaything with a pretty face. Qin Mohuai can keep her when he’s interested, and toss her aside when he’s not. Don’t tell me you actually pity her? Jingjing, you’re too naive—she’s stealing your man!”

“Pitiful people always have something hateful about them! A month ago, you were already Qin Mohuai’s fiancée. If Xia Yuan knew her place, she should’ve left him on her own, instead of harboring wild dreams of becoming the Qin family’s eldest grandson’s wife. Her ending up like this is nothing more than the result of her own greed! Since you don’t want to deal with her, I’ll vent your anger for you!”

Ouyang Jing couldn’t stop Song Cien, and the two of them deliberately chose to sit in Xia Yuan’s section.

When Xia Yuan saw Ouyang Jing, her smile didn’t waver. She arranged their seating and took their order as usual.

After ordering an appetizer, entrée, and dessert, Song Cien added a bottle of 1978 Romanée-Conti—a staggering 250,000 yuan bottle.

With her oval face and sweet dimples, Song Cien looked like the picture of a harmless girl-next-door.

“I like drinking red wine before meals,” she said with a smile. “So please serve it quickly.”

Xia Yuan nodded politely. “Of course. Please wait a moment, ladies.”

Hearing Ouyang Jing address her companion as “Cien,” Xia Yuan finally remembered who Song Cien was—the cannon-fodder supporting female character in the original novel.

Both the Song family and Ouyang family had fallen from their former glory, stuck in the same awkward position of being neither high nor low in status, which was why the two became close friends.

But after Ouyang Jing got together with Qin Mohuai, her family leveraged the Qin family’s influence and rose back into prominence within the elite circle.

Meanwhile, the Song family, riddled with debt and a broken capital chain, teetered on the brink of bankruptcy. Song Cien begged Ouyang Jing for help, but what could Ouyang Jing do? Her only hope was to ask Qin Mohuai.

Yet, Ouyang Jing was far too proud. She wouldn’t bow her head to Qin Mohuai for her own sake—how could she possibly humble herself for her friend? In the end, the Song family went bankrupt, and Song Cien followed her parents back to their old hometown in the northwest.

Unable to accept the massive gap in status, Song Cien secretly returned to Xiangzhou and begged Ouyang Jing for tens of thousands of yuan to start her own business. But Ouyang Jing had no such money, nor was she willing to turn to Qin Mohuai. She advised Song Cien to build her own future instead, and then drove off in her Maybach.

As the saying goes, “a friend in need is a friend indeed.” Song Cien hadn’t expected her so-called best friend to be all pride and no loyalty. Bitterness twisted her heart, and she kidnapped Ouyang Jing in revenge. Naturally, Ouyang Jing emerged unscathed, while Song Cien was shot dead by special forces.

Back in the present, Xia Yuan brought the Romanée-Conti to their table. Just as she placed it down and reached for the decanter, Song Cien deliberately flicked her finger and pushed the priceless bottle off the table.

“What are you doing?” Xia Yuan’s voice rang out.

The sound of a wine bottle shattering against the floor broke the refined atmosphere of the French restaurant, loud and jarring enough to draw Manager Sun over.

Seeing the expensive red wine spilled all over the ground, Manager Sun’s heart ached, but his face remained composed as he kept up his professional smile.
“What seems to be the matter here?”

Song Cien snapped impatiently, “I ordered a bottle of Romanée-Conti worth two hundred and fifty thousand. Before I even took a sip, she smashed it on the ground.”

Xia Yuan’s tone was calm. “I didn’t break it. I placed the wine on the table, but she deliberately pushed it off herself. You can check the surveillance footage.”

Manager Sun glanced around the restaurant. Of all places, this table had to be in a blind spot with no cameras!

Song Cien sneered. “You break an expensive bottle of wine and still dare to lie and slander a guest? And this is supposed to be a high-end restaurant? Using servers like her? Manager Sun, perhaps you don’t know her background—Xia Yuan is nothing but a cheap woman who specializes in seducing men!”

Manager Sun couldn’t touch that accusation. He could only ask Xia Yuan to clean up the mess for now.

At that moment, Qin Mohuai, guided by the tracker in his Patek Philippe watch, entered the French restaurant.

The first thing he saw was his wife, crouched on the floor pitifully picking up shards of glass, while Song Cien stood over her, arrogant and haughty.

Qin Mohuai’s gaze darkened, and he strode forward, seizing Xia Yuan’s wrist.

“Not satisfied enjoying a comfortable life at home, so you came here to play with broken glass, hm?” His voice was low, laced with both anger and heartache, as though he didn’t know whether to be furious or distressed.

Xia Yuan knew Qin Mohuai had returned to the country these past two days, but she hadn’t expected to meet him in such a humiliating state. Obediently, she let him pull her up, not daring to resist.

Two men in black suits entered right after. One handed Manager Sun a check, while the other shoved shards of glass into Song Cien’s mouth.

“Miss Song, swallow and you’ll die. Spit it out, and the Song family will be ruined. Think carefully.”

Song Cien’s face contorted with pain, her features twisted grotesquely.

Ouyang Jing’s face turned ashen. “There must be some kind of misunderstanding—”

The cold-faced bodyguard turned to her. “As for Miss Ouyang, Qin always remembers his debts. He’ll settle this account with you in due time.”

The Maybach didn’t drive back to the Shenghai Estate but instead stopped in front of the Xia family home.

Xia Yuan felt a chill of foreboding.

Her parents were away for work, Xia Yuze had gone off who-knows-where, leaving only her and Qin Mohuai in the house.

He gripped her slender wrist tightly and pulled her into her room, locking the door behind them.

“Qin—Qin Mohuai, what are you trying to do?” Her soft, trembling voice betrayed her fear.

“Been running wild outside all this time, and now you don’t even call me ‘husband’ anymore?”

His long fingers tugged at his tie, gray-blue short hair falling slightly over his cold, sharp phoenix eyes. He looked like he was on the verge of losing control.

Qin Mohuai couldn’t bring himself to harm Xia Yuan, but that didn’t mean he would be gentle in bed.

Her waist was pale and slender, fragile beneath the strict black-and-white uniform of a server. Ever since she had been with him, her delicate waist had hardly known rest—if she wasn’t exhausted, she was on the verge of exhaustion.

She had finally gotten seven or eight days away from him to recover, only to strain her waist again from working part-time. Now, her body seemed unable to endure even the slightest hardship. Her hips were soft, her waist was thin, and her body had been spoiled useless by Qin Mohuai’s indulgence.

She needed to do something—anything—to save her poor waist.

Xia Yuan suddenly raised her hand and slapped Qin Mohuai across the face. Her beautiful eyes flushed red with tears.
“This is all your fault! How do you even have the face to be angry with me?”