After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 45

Mess with me, and you’ve officially provoked Cotton.

Xia Yuan had hooked Qin Mohuai for survival, working with the system to sabotage the original romance between the male and female leads. So if the heroine threw shade at her, she could just let it slide.

But if you’re throwing shade at me, then don’t even think about stealing Qin Mohuai.

Xia Yuan traced the back of Qin Mohuai’s hand with her fingers. Unable to fully grasp it, her soft fingertips brushed against the parts she couldn’t reach and traced the raised veins on the back of his hand.

Qin Mohuai remained upright and composed, not looking at her, just raising a brow.

He already knew that speaking to Ouyang Jing would make Xia Xiaoyuan jealous.

Good—jealousy is fine, have more of it.

Seeing that Qin Mohuai remained unmoved, Xia Yuan shifted her petite hips, pressing closer, almost straddling his lap.

Her snow-white, slender legs peeked out from the delicate pink satin hem of her dress, like a mermaid who had just taken form, her skin soft and untouched by sunlight.

Her calves brushed imperceptibly against the man’s cold black trousers. Her enchanting, coquettish cat-like eyes peeked up at him like a little girl stealing a glance at her long-admired crush. Qin Mohuai, who fell for this every single time, almost got hooked by his wife again.

As Pei Jinchen said, Xia Yuan really was a little fox—his little fox, raised in his arms. Even if it meant providing for her with his own blood and flesh, he’d do it willingly.

“Mr. Qin, Mr. Ouyang invited you to dinner to discuss the KG Hotel bidding. Will you be available in the next couple of days?” Secretary Cao asked.

Normally, this shouldn’t be said in front of outsiders, but he was appointed by the old master to assist Qin Mohuai. With the old master asking him to help Ouyang Jing, he was caught in a bind.

Qin Mohuai’s voice was cold: “If Ouyang Group wants to become the main contractor for KG Hotel, follow the normal bidding process. No need for dinner—I’ve been busy lately.”

Ouyang Jing, who had been holding her head high, suddenly looked like a drenched chicken, her face momentarily paling.

She hadn’t even asked Qin Mohuai for help—how did he know that the Ouyang family wanted the KG Hotel contract?

Maybe her intentions were written on her face. Or maybe Qin Mohuai’s skills were just that formidable.

Either way, it was humiliating.

Before leaving the CEO’s office, Ouyang Jing glanced at the delicate yet shallow Xia Yuan. If Xia Yuan had asked Qin Mohuai for help, could he have still remained indifferent and strictly professional?

Although she didn’t want to compete with Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan was truly unsuited for Qin Mohuai.

Xia Yuan’s beauty conquered the world effortlessly, requiring no deeper substance to enhance it. She was like a priceless antique in a golden age—bathed in lavish light and meticulous care, traveling in the most luxurious vehicles. She wasn’t extravagant by nature, but she inevitably stirred corruption, decadence, and indulgence wherever she went.

Xia Yuan would ruin Qin Mohuai.

Ouyang Jing didn’t return home. Instead, she took a detour to the Qin family’s old mansion.

When she was a child, she had fallen from a tree. If Qin Mohuai hadn’t caught her, she would have been crippled.

Qin Mohuai might not remember, but she had never forgotten.

So she couldn’t let Xia Yuan destroy him.

She would treat this as repaying the favor from that day.

Qin Mohuai cleared a space on his desk for Xia Yuan. She printed out the lyrics she’d written, read them over and over, then tweaked a few lines before sending them to Zhou Mao’er for selection.

Zhou Mao’er’s voice was perfect for love songs. Checking online reviews, Xia Yuan saw that many listeners cried while listening to Rainy Days. The top comment on NetEase Cloud Music with tens of thousands of likes read: Back then, life forced me to part with my first love. Now that I’m in a better place, I wonder where she is and if she’s doing well.

Countless TikTok videos used Rainy Days as background music. The song had genuinely blown up.

Xia Yuan couldn’t help but celebrate inwardly. She hadn’t expected her lyrics to become popular even in this novel world.

Well then, she’d write more. While she was here, she had to leave something behind.

She also didn’t want Qin Mohuai to spoil her rotten. The wealth of this world wouldn’t follow her back; once she returned to her own world, she still had to earn a living with her lyrics. She couldn’t afford to lose her skills.

Qin Mohuai closed his pen, stretched his wrists and neck, and in a low, magnetic voice called, “Baby, come here.”

Xia Yuan had something to tell him, too, so she obediently walked over.

The luxurious leather executive chair could only fit one, so naturally Xia Yuan sat on his lap. To get comfortable, she shifted slightly, pressing her soft curves against his rigid thigh muscles through his trousers—a gentle torture in its own right.

“Working hard?” she asked. “I’ll massage your temples.”

Qin Mohuai squinted. “Flattery for no reason is either treachery or theft. What did you do to piss me off this time?”

“You say it like I only cause trouble. Have I ever done anything wrong? No! You’re just overthinking.”

Her delicate face, like petals of spring snow, had no right to speak such shameless words.

Qin Mohuai snorted softly; his chest muscles, wrapped in a white shirt, flexed slightly, yet he didn’t refute her.

Xia Yuan continued, “Tonight, our mentor invited us for dinner, so I won’t be able to eat with you. In fact, in an hour I have to head out.”

Worried Qin Mohuai might forbid her, she coyly pressed into him, positioning herself in a suggestive pose that had nothing innocent about it. Her twin soft mounds pressed near his eyes, partially obscured but teasingly visible, her cheeks flushed with shy pink. Pure yet seductive, the look made Qin Mohuai itch with desire—he couldn’t resist this push-and-pull.

“Going on a date with that old geezer? In your dreams.”

Qin Mohuai’s piercing eyes glinted with dark intensity. In mock seriousness, he said, “Tempting me won’t work. I promised not to touch you for a week. If I break my word, what will you call me this time? A crazed dog who only cares about his own pleasure, or a pervert with a twisted X addiction? I don’t like hearing it, so I’ll hold back.”

Every time Xia Yuan tried to lure him, he fell for it a hundred percent—less brain than a stupid puppy.

“So you can resist?”

“….” Qin Mohuai didn’t expect her to attack from this angle. After a pause, he explained, “Normally, I can’t. But when I’m upset with you, I have to. When Mom got angry at Dad, she often used small tricks to soften him. Ha—I’m not going to be soft like Dad.”

Qin Mohuai rarely spoke of the Qin couple in front of her, so she still didn’t know exactly how the accident had happened.

If it had been a natural disaster, there’d be nothing to do. But judging by how he went mad every year on the anniversary, there was likely more to the story, hidden by the Qin family under the guise of an accident.

After work, the Cullinan drove them home—but not to Shenghai Manor. Xia Yuan asked, “Where are we going?”

“To your dinner gathering.”

He was willing to compromise, and Xia Yuan was willing to humor him. “I was going to take you, but it’s the first dinner, and everyone barely knows each other. I shouldn’t bring a guest. Next year, at the graduation farewell dinner, I’ll introduce you properly.”

Except… next year, she wouldn’t be here anymore.