After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 39

The villa’s basement was a massive sunken garden.

The entire lower level had been renovated in wabi-sabi style—concrete textures and raw timber, carrying a sense of cold austerity with a faint touch of ethereal grace.

To those who didn’t understand, wabi-sabi looked cheap and barren. Yet who would know that just one of those towering stone-carved pillars had cost a million…

Xia Yuan stepped inside in a waist-hugging, sapphire-blue mermaid gown, a splash of color in an otherwise black, white, and gray world.

She halted, arms full of pill bottles, because she saw Qin Mohuai curled up on the sofa. His face was hidden, but his pain was unmistakable.

The image Qin Mohuai had always given her was that of a man in sharp suits, exuding authority—psychologically iron-willed to the point of abnormality, always calm in the face of anything.

When had she ever seen him so weak?

He looked like a succubus in heat, writhing in torment for lack of satisfaction, his body curled into a tight ball. Even that usually powerful “tail” lay limp, too drained to even tease his wife. He truly looked fragile, pitiful.

Xia Yuan had already been a little worried about him, but seeing him like this, she immediately went over.

Her fair, rosy knees sank into the carpet as her soft fingertips brushed his cheek. The man, cursed with skin-hunger, couldn’t help but tremble, instinctively pressing kisses against her fingers.

Then her slender white fingers were caught between his sharp teeth—not hard enough to hurt, but cradled in the heat of his lips, licked and kissed, wet and sticky. His teeth gently grazed her soft flesh, greedy as a demon, as if he wanted to drain her dry.

Xia Yuan’s head spun, her cheeks flushing from his teasing. Forcing herself to clear her throat, she whispered, “Uncle Wang said you didn’t take your medicine tonight. You don’t look well—you should hurry and take it.”

She hadn’t expected his condition to be this bad. Could this illness even be cured?

Qin Mohuai opened his damp, crimson phoenix eyes. His long, hard fingers cupped her face, and with the weight of blood and storm in his aura, he kissed her lips—sometimes letting out a weak whimper, dangerously sensual, almost devouring her. His kiss was nothing but plunder, fierce and unyielding, nearly wrecking her lips.

Her vision blurred. Just before she suffocated, Xia Yuan yanked his ear and gave him a few light slaps.

“Do you want me to die?”

“Dying while kissing is… pretty romantic.”

“…You’re insane.”

“I’ve always been insane. I’m still a control freak. And yet—you still came to me.”

His eyes half-lidded with desire, Qin Mohuai slid from the sofa to the carpet, pulling Xia Yuan into his arms.

His long, aristocratic fingers gently lifted her knee, his breath coming heavier, the bubble of his voice low and intoxicating. “How is your skin this tender? Just kneeling on the carpet and it’s already red. Don’t do that again.”

What a fake big bad wolf.

Xia Yuan rubbed at her treacherous little ears—she didn’t need a mirror to know they were flushed crimson.

“You should take your medicine first. Whatever you want to say, take the pills before talking.”

“Baby…” His chin rested on her shoulder, his tall nose rubbing against her cheek. From time to time, he let out pained little whimpers for her to hear. “You coax me to take medicine like a wife begging her husband for satisfaction. If I don’t take it… the doctor said, when my mental state is stable, I can skip it.”

Xia Yuan bit her lip and murmured, “…Fine.”

Then came his calm, indifferent voice:
“Why did you praise Ning Jiale, saying he had ‘three-dimensional features and excellent bone structure’?”

Xia Yuan’s skin prickled with goosebumps. He had heard everything they’d said in the living room?

“That wasn’t my praise—it was a media description of him. I just repeated it.”

“What difference does it make? You praised him all the same.” His voice was chillingly calm, so cold it felt cruel.

He didn’t know how to vent the fire and panic inside. What he really wanted was to talk to Xia Yuan about Mu Yao. But he was afraid—afraid of hearing words from her that he could never accept.

Although their first meeting had been Qin Mohuai being seduced by Xia Yuan, the system hadn’t provided the full intel—she had no idea that “Xia Yuan” still had a boyfriend, Mu Yao, and that the two were in the middle of a cold war.

From the very first encounter, Qin Mohuai was instantly hooked by his “wife.” That smile, that charm—everything about her reeled him in. In that instant, his twenty-seven years of abstinence became nothing more than a joke.

The elegant yet unruly crown prince couldn’t tell if it was simply because he was finally ready to “break the fast,” or if it was truly love at first sight with Xia Yuan. So, quietly, he went to the Tianxi Club. The general manager immediately arranged for the most beautiful, alluring women within a hundred miles to be transferred there, and the scene turned decadent—like some imperial consort selection banquet.

Yet Qin Mohuai’s sworn brother didn’t even react, standing at ease as though awaiting only Xia Yuan’s command.

That left no more questions.

That very night, the domineering young master dug into every detail of Xia Yuan’s life, showing not the slightest respect for her privacy. And that was how he discovered the existence of Mu Yao, the “boyfriend on cold war standby.”

After a little “chat” between Qin Mohuai and Mu Yao, the latter stormed off in fury—taking ten million yuan and fleeing abroad to study.

But Qin Mohuai still couldn’t shake the doubt: Does Xia Yuan not love me enough? Is she still thinking of Mu Yao?

“Baby, from tomorrow on, don’t go out anymore, okay?” Qin Mohuai’s eyes glistened crimson, his gaze heavy with a sick, twisted mix of love and… desire.

At the basement entrance, Butler Wang stood listening. Miss Xia had been down there for over half an hour already. It was almost eleven—how were they not tired yet?

Suddenly, a short, sharp scream cut through the silence, like the cry of a lone crane—piercing with struggle and pain.

“Tonight, nobody goes near the basement. Whoever dares to sneak a look—I won’t be able to protect you.”

Outside, was it sunrise or sunset? Xia Yuan’s dazed mind couldn’t even tell. Her waist felt broken by Qin Mohuai’s torment—every tiny movement stabbed like needles. The corners of her pale lips were bruised and bitten purple.

Last night, Qin Mohuai had cried, raved, and thrown Mu Yao in her face, until she softened and indulged him once. But the original novel had already set his character in stone—skin-hunger and an addictive streak. Once he tasted sweetness, there was no way he’d restrain himself. Even if she gave him her heart completely, it would never be enough.

Only during ovulation he wanted a child, claiming when she was weak he’d only kiss her—lies, all of them. Qin Mohuai had never once kept his word!

Now Xia Yuan finally understood: whether Qin Mohuai took medicine or not, it made no difference—he was going to lose control either way.

She couldn’t stay at Shenghai Manor any longer. If she did, Qin Mohuai would torment her to death. She had to go home!

If only this body could really get pregnant… at least then Qin Mohuai would have some scruples.

System: “Hang in there, hang in there! Yesterday the Love Meter rose to 92%! All your hard work is paying off, ya know~”

Xia Yuan: “Heh.”

Xia Family, Golden Autumn Residential Community

Liang Min returned from work and noticed the pale pink, size-36, logo-less, top-grade calfskin flats sitting by the door.

Her daughter was home.

The house was quiet. Liang Min walked into her daughter’s room.

The girl was fast asleep on the bed, breathing evenly. Under the soft orange glow of the bedside lamp, Liang Min saw the bruised corner of her lips. Lifting the blanket slightly, her face darkened further.

Liang Min’s anger and shame burned together. President Qin truly had no pity for her daughter—this was nothing short of ruining her!

Holding back her fury, she went into the kitchen and told Xia Yi to make a pot of yin-nourishing, kidney-replenishing soup.

Xia Yi: “Yin-nourishing and kidney-replenishing? Got it.”

Liang Min muttered gloomily, “I don’t think President Qin really likes Yuan Yuan. He just wants a convenient plaything. Maybe we should talk to him… tell him to go find someone else.”