After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 32

Although Qin Mohuai had said he didn’t want a banquet for his birthday this year, Butler Wang still went ahead and secretly prepared something. At the very least, a proper meal had to be shared, right?

Since Qin Mohuai liked the color blue, the entire place was adorned with it. From the fountain surrounded by perfectly trimmed lawns, to the costly Roman pillars inside and out, to the long dining table lined with elegant fresh blue roses—every detail carried his favorite shade.

On the long dining table, each seat had its own set of custom-made tableware: deep, glossy cobalt-glazed porcelain bowls and plates, perfectly matching Qin Mohuai’s refined yet serene temperament. The Chinese wine glasses were even more extravagant—blue crystal cut by hand, with details so intricate they could pass as collector’s pieces.

Meanwhile, Xia Yuan methodically baked a ten-inch fresh cream cake decorated with little animals. After finishing, she carried it upstairs and hid it away.

Between washing the car and making the cake, she was a little worn out. After tucking the cake away safely, she lay down on the bed to rest for a bit. There was still over an hour before Qin Mohuai’s birthday officially began.

He had been born at exactly half past twelve on October 10th, so his birthday banquets usually started right at that time.

Xia Yuan had barely lain down for a few minutes when she suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling in, followed by the buzz of noisy chatter.

Judging by the sound, it wasn’t just three or five people—it was a whole group.

Dragging her tired body to the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw a full-sized bus parked outside, and one after another, finely dressed young men and women were stepping down.

OMG…

Xia Yuan’s social anxiety flared up instantly.

But since Butler Wang had gone through so much effort for this luncheon, she couldn’t let it all go to waste. She quickly changed into a haute couture gown—a satin slip dress in a soft nude pink, its skirt hem lined with rings of dazzling diamonds. Sweet, romantic, and elegant, it perfectly highlighted her delicate beauty.

Her neck and wrists were bare, no pearls or jewels, yet her porcelain-white skin alone was enough to emphasize her grace and nobility.

She rarely went out and had never dressed up this extravagantly before. Originally, the dress was meant only for Qin Mohuai’s eyes, and even that alone gave her a heavy mental burden.

It almost felt like she was… taking his birthday far too seriously.

Maybe she should change back into something simpler.

Xia Yuan lifted her hands to pat her flushed cheeks. The smooth satin tightened against her chest as she moved, forming soft curves that created an alluring snow-white line. Combined with her faint youthful fragrance, it was enough to dazzle anyone.

The hallway carpet muffled all sound, so Qin Mohuai silently entered through the half-open bedroom door—and was immediately greeted with this breathtaking scene.

Butler Wang hadn’t lied. His little treasure had dressed up beautifully, just for his birthday.

Without hesitation, Qin Mohuai walked up and wrapped the delicate girl in his arms from behind, his voice low and husky.

“Forget the birthday. Let’s just spend the whole day tangled up here, hm?”

Xia Yuan jolted in fright, then stared speechlessly at him. Could he please stop saying such dangerous-sounding things?!

“I saw a lot of your friends arrive already. Spending the whole day in here isn’t realistic. You—you should go downstairs and entertain them.”

“Don’t want to.”

The gown was too long for his hands to sneak under from the hem, so instead he shamelessly reached in from the neckline.

Sensing his restless mischief, Xia Yuan quickly caught his wrist, her bright eyes warning him not to cross the line.

But the man’s phoenix eyes were as seductive and calm as ever, just like the faint ebony fragrance he carried—ascetic yet tender, teasing without a single word.

She didn’t dare meet his gaze for long. Every time she did, she felt herself sinking into his warmth.

“You’re my wife,” Qin Mohuai said smoothly, “you should be by my side to welcome them.”

Once he had the thought of showing off his wife, there was no stopping him.

Pei Jincheng strolled in with one hand tucked into his pocket, his Italian-tailored suit highlighting his carefree noble aura. Those restless fox-like eyes of his kept darting around as if searching for prey.

“Where’s Qin Mohuai hiding?”

Yang Yi replied, “He’s upstairs. Probably went to fetch Xia Yuan.”

Pei Jingchen gave a mocking laugh. “He’s probably hiding upstairs, secretly inflating his wife.”

Yang Yi could only shrug helplessly. You can’t wake up someone who’s blinded by jealousy.

Pei Jingchen was born with those foxy eyes—his face carried that roguish, wickedly handsome charm. On top of that, he ran a luxury supercar club, the kind of man who looked every inch the flirtatious playboy.

But in truth, Pei Jingchen had been single since birth. Back when he raced cars and boasted recklessly, he’d rather curse himself to crash and break a few limbs than ever use “being single for life” as a wager. Beneath his scoundrel-like exterior beat the heart of a pure, naive boy.

Butler Wang coughed lightly, ushering everyone to sit and have tea.

In no time, both the main and side living rooms were filled with people. Shenghai Manor had never been this lively before. After doing a quick headcount, Butler Wang hurriedly instructed the servants to add more tables and place settings.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

“Why is there a Stellalou plushie here?”

Pei Jingchen’s gaze followed the voice. A cutesy rabbit doll with such girly vibes… in Qin Mohuai’s house? Impossible.

He sneered. “Must’ve been left behind by some guest.”

Yang Yi arched a brow. “Or… is it possible that a girl who loves Stellalou actually lives in Shenghai Manor?”

Pei Jingchen barked, “Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Ah, jealousy really could twist a man’s face. Young Master Pei rattled on indignantly: “Who could even stand Qin Mohuai’s dog temper? Guys like him are out of trend. The real mainstream now is the gentle, attentive, twenty-four-filial-type boyfriend!”

Yang Yi silently scoffed. You risk your life drag racing, attend endless banquets with society ladies, throw money around to make starlets famous—does any of that sound like a ‘gentle, filial boyfriend’? Please.

Then Yang Yi reflected a bit, straightened his back, and thought smugly—Turns out I’m the real mainstream.

Moments later, someone discovered a cream-colored Loro Piana shawl, clearly meant for a woman.

Such private belongings, even if left out by accident, would always be carefully collected and stored by the servants.

Which meant only one thing: there was indeed a mistress of Shenghai Manor.

“I heard the Young Prince has been keeping someone at home.”

“Supposedly for more than half a year already. A hidden beauty, never taken outside.”

“Then why doesn’t he bring her out? Could it be… she’s not good-looking?”

In their circle, identity and appearance were everything. If a man had a girlfriend but didn’t make her public, it only meant she couldn’t be shown off—and would become a laughingstock.

Pei Jingchen snorted coldly. “What else could it be? She’s probably inflatable. When AI androids are invented, then maybe Qin Mohuai will finally deserve to have a girlfriend.”

And then, at that very moment—

Qin Mohuai descended the curved staircase, holding Xia Yuan’s hand. His voice was calm and straightforward:

“This is my wife, Xia Yuan.”

The crowd erupted in shock.

Wasn’t the Crown Prince’s fiancée supposed to be Ouyang Jing?

Since when did he get married and already have a wife?!

Pei Jingchen’s emotions were a tangled mess. That damn Qin Mohuai actually had a girlfriend—while he still didn’t.

Where was the justice in that?

At lunch, Xia Yuan sat beside Qin Mohuai. Her social anxiety had flared up, so all her focus clung to him. From time to time, she glanced at him, seeking comfort. Normally she wasn’t this clingy, but today was special.

Her soft, obedient demeanor fell right into Pei Jingchen’s eyes—and it made him even more sour. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think Qin Mohuai had stolen his girlfriend.

Why?! Why should that gloomy, brooding Qin Mohuai get to have such a well-behaved and beautiful wife? She even politely asked his permission before taking a sip of red wine!

Pei Jingchen felt the whole world had gone mad. This had to be fake. It had to be an act.