After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 33

The luncheon began with the dishes being served. There were dainty Western courses with small portions, hearty Chinese dishes full of flavor, and finally a dessert paired with sweet red wine.

“Since Young Master has been on a fitness routine and cut off sugar, we didn’t prepare a cake.”

Qin Mohuai didn’t comment. He hadn’t eaten a birthday cake in years.

When the Qin couple were alive, they had been busy with work every single day. Birthdays for him were always rushed affairs squeezed in between their schedules—never meticulously prepared. After their passing, his birthdays turned into large-scale business banquets. Each guest would hold a glass of champagne, smile, and say “Happy Birthday,” yet no one actually cared whether there was a birthday cake.

After lunch ended, the group had no intention of leaving. Pei Jinchen suggested a game of hide-and-seek, but with a twist: anyone who was caught had to accept punishment unconditionally—anything from streaking, to a soaked and sultry dance, to calling an ex and confessing love…

A hide-and-seek game with no moral bottom line—shockingly, most people cheered for it.

Seriously? Was this how the upper class entertained themselves? So filthy?

Fine then. A bunch of spoiled brats—play all you want.

Xia Yuan had no desire to join this absurd game. She was about to slip away quietly when Qin Mohuai caught her wrist.

His low, husky voice brushed against her ear like velvet, “It’s fun. Come with me.”

Pei Jinchen narrowed his fox-like eyes, his tone dripping with mischief. “Since it’s the birthday boy today, he should be the seeker, and we hide! All in favor, raise your hands!”

Xia Yuan instantly shot her hand up and glanced at Qin Mohuai—serves you right, now you’re stuck with it.

Qin Mohuai swallowed the words on his lips, his deep magnetic voice lingering as he replied, “Fine.”

He had long stood at the top, a man steady and composed, but his temper was undeniably harsh. Now, his casual agreement carried an indulgent, almost pampering undertone, a careless charm that swept through the room and made hearts flutter.

Xia Yuan’s heart thumped wildly.

And perhaps… she wasn’t the only one swayed.

The air was filled with pink bubbles of attraction.

Only Pei Jinchen wore the clown’s mask.

Shenghai Manor was enormous, with three or four villas alone—not to mention a golf course and an outdoor pool. It would take a car ride just to explore it all.

That made Qin Mohuai the best choice as seeker. Xia Yuan had wanted to blindfold him, but someone conveniently handed over a blue striped necktie instead. His deep-set brows were covered, part of his straight, cold nose hidden as well. The effect was faintly sinful, dangerously seductive.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone had always been too intimidated by Qin Mohuai’s fathomless, chilling gaze to pay attention to his body.

But now, at a single glance—he wore a Cuban-collared shirt, its V-neck revealing a glimpse of his sculpted collarbone. Broad shoulders, a narrow, powerful waist, long veined hands with slender fingers… the kind of physique that sparked fantasies without restraint. The raw hormones radiating from him were enough to set the atmosphere ablaze once more.

Xia Yuan was the first to slip out of the villa. Only then did the others snap out of their daze over the Crown Prince’s allure, scattering to hide.

She took a few steps outside, then circled back into the villa.

She had waited half a month for Qin Mohuai’s birthday. She had business to take care of—she couldn’t just waste the chance playing games.

Pei Jinchen rubbed his chin and trailed after her.

Yang Yi, worried Pei Jinchen might try something with Xia Yuan and earn Qin Mohuai’s wrath—thus ruining their brotherhood—hurried after them too.

Xia Yuan tiptoed upstairs, only to realize she had two tails following behind.

“You”

She covered her mouth quickly and whispered, “Why are you two following me?”

Pei Jinchen smirked. “Whatever you’re up to, we’re up to as well.”

Xia Yuan: “…Then you two had better hide well. Don’t let Qin Mohuai catch you.”

Pei Jinchén’s fox-like eyes gleamed with mischief. He lowered his voice and said, “If he dares punish me, I’ll expose those childhood photos of his bare little butt.”

Yang Yi didn’t say a word, but his bright grin said enough—he was clearly on the same page.

Xia Yuan blinked, suddenly thinking she might need a copy of those photos too. “Can you guys share them with me? Send them to my WeChat.”

Pei Jinchén smirked. “That’s our life-saving trump card. If we give it to you, it loses its value—unless you’ve got something to trade.”

Yang Yi nudged him with an elbow. Flirting with debutantes was one thing, but reaching for the Crown Prince’s precious little treasure was plain suicide.

Xia Yuan thought for two seconds. “I prepared a surprise for Qin Mohuai.”

Ten minutes later.

In the upstairs cloakroom, Xia Yuan hid inside a wardrobe woven from natural rattan. A birthday cake rested on her lap. Just as she flicked the lighter, the wardrobe door swung open.

She instinctively lit it—tiny flame blooming in the dim space. Her long, black hair was tied up behind her head, her delicate, clean features glowing in the flickering light. She smiled up at him like a spring breeze that nourished all life. Qin Mohuai felt something erupting in his chest—wild, overwhelming, bloody yet alive.

System: Affection Value +91%!

“You found me.” Xia Yuan lit two candles stuck into the cake. “Hurry, make a wish!”

“Alright.” Qin Mohuai actually kept his eyes open as he made his wish. Damn it, he couldn’t tear them away from her face.

Pei Jinchén, Yang Yi, and Butler Wang entered, singing an off-key birthday song.

Qin Mohuai: “…Enough. Cut the cake already.”

The cake ended up in Butler Wang’s hands, but Qin Mohuai scooped his wife out of the wardrobe and kissed her on the forehead.

Butler Wang smiled. “The first slice should go to Young Master, since Miss specially learned to make this cake just for your birthday.”

The moment Qin Mohuai realized it was his wife’s handiwork, he snatched it back shamelessly, voice domineering, “You all already had dessert after lunch. This cake isn’t big. I’ll just finish it myself.”

Everyone: “…”

Grinding his teeth, Pei Jinchén suggested they play a game first and eat the cake later.

Yang Yi, not wanting another mouthful of dog food, teamed up with Pei Jinchén to drag Qin Mohuai away.

Xia Yuan, delighted, followed behind. The crazy male lead’s affection value had shot up to 91%—one step closer to going home and seeing her grandma!

But as she strolled lazily after them, passing a row of tall palm trees, she caught the name “Zhou Weiqi.”

That man—the scumbag fitness trainer who ruined Yang Ying, cheated after marriage, and abandoned his wife and child!

Xia Yuan thought she’d misheard. But peeking past a tree trunk, she glimpsed a faint silhouette—Yang Ying.

There was no escaping the wheel of fate. What had to happen would happen. If she couldn’t dodge it, she would face it.

She walked over to greet Yang Ying casually, lowering her voice. “I know a good spot to hide. Want to come with me?”

Yang Ying nodded quickly, hurriedly hanging up her phone. The sweetness lingering in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Xia Yuan’s heart sank. Already? Zhou Weiqi had managed to reel her in this fast? Say what you will, but scumbags had their tricks.

But how was she supposed to help Yang Ying? The original novel hadn’t given her much detail. All Xia Yuan remembered was that Yang Ying was terrible at sports. To date her trainer, she bought memberships, gave gifts, and basically threw herself into being his girlfriend.

“Yingying, I want to work on my figure. Do you have a gym you’d recommend?”