After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 30

In order to create a healthy and green novel world, the system assigned her to “攻略 (strategically capture)” the crazy male lead and break apart the lovey-dovey entanglement of the original hero and heroine.

The original author’s setting for the male lead was extreme—deranged, addicted, and suffering from skin hunger. He was written to exude raw sexual tension, tireless and insatiable when it came to ahem certain activities. But in truth, the male and female leads only got together at the very end after resolving all misunderstandings. The main story itself was very “clean” and “wholesome.”

The heroine was proud and aloof, unwilling to let the crazy male lead touch her. He, in turn, could only douse his burning desire by taking cold showers, street racing, or punching sandbags. Though mentally unstable, he was self-restrained, gentlemanly, and deeply devoted. What a tragic, unwavering love story!

But no matter how “unwavering” that devotion was, once the heroine angered him, she’d still end up locked away until her pride broke and she yielded.

Summer Yan felt that her relationship with Qin Mohuai couldn’t be called steadfast devotion—it was at best lust at first sight. If only Qin Mohuai wasn’t so fierce in bed, if only he acted a bit more gentlemanly, then maybe her waist wouldn’t suffer so much!

The pampered heroine had it bad enough when she angered him. How much worse would it be for her, a mere substitute?

So, in a moment of desperation, Summer Yan slapped Qin Mohuai. If she could pin all the blame on him, wouldn’t she come out of this unscathed?

Besides, wasn’t it already his fault to begin with?

On Qin Mohuai’s handsome, pale face appeared five faint finger marks—not too obvious.

Far lighter than the usual finger marks he left on her slender waist.

Summer Yan’s eyes were rimmed red, tears shimmering at the edges but stubbornly refusing to fall.

“My body has been pampered by you until it’s so delicate now. I don’t want to leave you either… but what choice do I have? I can’t give you children. Old Master Qin said you must have an heir, otherwise your position will be too dangerous—anyone could try to harm you. So I…”

Her voice hitched, a single teardrop finally slipping down her cheek at just the right moment.
“So I can only choose to leave. I can’t selfishly stay by your side just because I love you. I can’t ruin your future or your life like that… I just can’t.”

The violent haze in Qin Mohuai’s crimson eyes gradually dissipated. He pulled her slender waist into his arms, pressing a deep kiss onto the crown of her head, love heavy in his embrace.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just returned to the country and nearly went mad when I found you weren’t home. I didn’t have time to understand everything that was going on.”

“Forget it. You’re sick—how could I even argue with you?”

Inside, Summer Yan had already stabbed the “little Qin Mohuai” in her mind a hundred times over.

“Thank you, wife.” Qin Mohuai’s voice dragged into a lazy, sensual drawl as he planted a kiss on her delicate, pink-tipped ear.

His long, nimble fingers slipped open the buttons of her white blouse. The instant his hand brushed over skin soft as satin, a shiver of ecstasy shot through him. At last, he truly understood the saying “a short separation makes reunion sweeter.” Even in death, he would crave this taste.

Summer Yan, still fuming, refused to cooperate. Her blouse was already conquered, but she clutched her waistband tightly, refusing to let the ravenous man get even a sliver more satisfaction.

Qin Mohuai’s eyes glistened with a misty heat, desire surging as he whispered pitifully by her ear. His breath—or was it tears?—dampened the hollow of her pale neck. Their breaths tangled, thick with an ambiguous sweetness.

Her body grew hotter under his relentless advances. Her grip on her pants weakened, her small hands turning limp. With just one gentle push, Qin Mohuai pried them loose. His low, wicked chuckle brushed against her ear.

“I… I want us to live as a happy family of four.”

“It will be, baby. Just as you wish.”

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Meanwhile, Liang Min and Xia Yi didn’t rush home after work. Instead, they caught a movie and then had skewers at a roadside BBQ stall.

It was like stepping back twenty years. Poor, yes—but carefree and satisfied.

Skewers in hand, handsome man by her side—Liang Min thought, no matter how bitter or difficult life got, she could endure it.

To Xia Yi, his wife was glowing again.

He wore a dull gray plaid shirt, the kind of disastrous taste that could be considered a fashion crime. But with his clean, handsome looks, he stood out like he belonged to an entirely different layer of reality compared to the people around him.

Two young girls even approached to ask for his WeChat, only to be met with Xia Yi’s calm reply:
“My daughter is older than you.”

The two girls’ faces instantly turned gray as if their hearts had just shattered into dust.

Liang Min chuckled. “It’s almost midnight. Let’s pack some skewers to take home. Otherwise, Yuanyuan and Yuze will be worried.”

Xia Yi’s eyes softened, filled with admiration and love for his Min-jie. “Alright.”

The Xia family’s residential compound had been around for over twenty years. Property management was virtually non-existent, with streetlamps scattered sparsely, making the place rather dark at night.

Under the dim orange glow of a lone lamp, they spotted a Maybach parked at the building entrance—and Qin Mohuai walking out with Xia Yuan in his arms.

Xia Yuan’s legs dangled on either side of his waist, her shoulders trembling beneath a man’s suit jacket draped over her. Her whole body burned, itchy and sore, as though his hands were still wreaking havoc on her. The wild, ambiguous aftershocks refused to fade. Her tear-streaked face was buried deep in his shoulder.

When Qin Mohuai saw the Xia couple, he greeted them unhurriedly, “Good evening, Uncle, Auntie.”

Xia Yuan’s body jerked violently, even forgetting to sob.

Back in her room earlier, Qin Mohuai had sworn up and down that he’d sent everyone away and her family wouldn’t come home tonight.

He lied! That damned, twisted mad dog! He really deserved to die!

Xia Yuan bit down hard on his shoulder through the white dress shirt, her nails digging into him with all her strength. Qin Mohuai didn’t even flinch. His expression remained composed, his smile elegant, and he even soothed her trembling back with a gentle stroke.

“Uncle, Auntie,” he continued smoothly, “I’ll apologize to you and Grandfather later. I will handle everything that happened these past few days. It’s late—you should rest. I’ll take Yuanyuan back now.”

Liang Min’s grip on the bag of barbecue tightened. Though Qin Mohuai’s commanding presence left her unable to voice outright reproach, a mother’s heart was made of steel when it came to her daughter.

“President Qin,” she said coldly, “since this happened once, it can happen again—a second time, a third. Tonight Yuanyuan was merely kicked out. Next time, will it cost my daughter her life?”

Qin Mohuai’s chest tightened, his gaze brimming with endless tenderness for the girl in his arms. “Auntie, I swear, it will never happen again. I’ll resolve this at the root.”

His arm tightened around Xia Yuan’s waist, as though poisoned by love itself. His eyes burned with raw possession—trying to take Xia Yuan from him would be harder than stripping his bones bare.

Liang Min wanted to say more, but Xia Yi quietly pressed her palm, stopping her.

Once the Maybach drove away, Liang Min turned on her husband angrily. “Why did you cut me off just now?”

Xia Yi’s voice trembled, “I was scared.”

Her anger dissolved in an instant. She took his hand and led him home. The darkness around them reminded her—Xia Yi had always been afraid of the dark.

Back at Shenghai Manor, Xia Yuan found the usually lively household acting like frightened quails. While Qin Mohuai was in the study making a call, she pulled Xiao Jing aside for answers.

Xiao Jing, a born drama queen, nearly burst into tears as she spoke, “Miss, after the young master came home and realized you weren’t here, he flew into a rage. Luckily you’re back now. Otherwise, under the young master’s tyranny, we’d all be depressed by tomorrow.”