After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 6

A week later, Xia Yuan’s fever finally broke. Her mind cleared, her eyes shone bright again, and her spirit seemed to come alive. At last—this dreadful little illness had passed.

Xia Yuan was so relieved she nearly wept. Originally, she’d thought of using her sickness to earn a few extra “affection points” from the lunatic male lead. But now? That path was a dead end—being sick was far too miserable!

She wrinkled her nose at the faint sour scent clinging to her hair and skin. Ugh. Qin Mohuai kissed her cheeks every single day. Wasn’t he supposed to be a neat freak? How could he stand it?

Dragging her weak body into the shower, Xia Yuan emerged feeling almost like she’d ascended to a higher realm.

When Qin Mohuai returned from work, he found her curled up under a cream-colored blanket, perched on a single-seater sofa, reading. Her long, silky black hair tumbled to one side, revealing half of her delicate, fairy-like face.

Qin Mohuai tugged at his tie, fingers hooked against the collar. His wild, arrogant blue hair brushed against her neck as he buried his head there, rubbing against her skin. His thin lips stole a few greedy bites of her snowy white throat.

Still weak from illness, Xia Yuan twisted her not-so-flexible waist, dodging left and right—only to end up caught in the warm embrace of this wicked dragon.

His arms closed tightly around her as he continued to bury his face at her neck and collarbone, inhaling deeply.

“Baby,” his voice was low and hoarse, “these past days, you scared me half to death. Shouldn’t you give me a little… compensation?”

“When I’m completely better!” Xia Yuan blurted nervously, heart hammering. She was terrified he’d just ignore her protests and force his way.

According to the author’s settings, the lunatic male lead supposedly had… an addiction problem. They said he’d stayed celibate for twenty-seven years. But judging by how starved he looked every single day, Xia Yuan seriously doubted the credibility of that setting!

“Alright,” Qin Mohuai murmured against her skin, his voice muffled. “Then let me collect some interest first.”

Unable to withstand his fierce kisses, Xia Yuan’s frail body sank into the sofa cushions. Her slender, fair legs kicked in resistance, only to be effortlessly caught by his hand, her ankle held fast—completely under his control.

From a distance, it looked like some tall, devilish incubus feasting on prey—a brutal, bloody scene. But who would know? This devastatingly handsome demon was merely trying to coax affection from his beloved wife’s lips.

“M-My mouth… hurts…” Xia Yuan finally managed to gasp when she caught a breath, face buried pitifully against his broad shoulder, tears shimmering in her eyes.

Her weak waist trembled as she tried to wriggle free from his syrupy embrace, but Qin Mohuai would never allow his wife to slip from his grasp. His large palm pressed gently against her back, stroking her in absent-minded comfort.

“So delicate,” he sighed softly, “crying pain without even breaking the skin.”

He scooped her up to find lip balm, his voice indulgent.

Her lips, though small, were plump and well-shaped. With a layer of balm, they glistened like a ripe, luscious peach—irresistibly tempting.

Sensing the dangerous gleam in his eyes, Xia Yuan quickly clutched her shawl tighter and shuffled away from him.

Just then, Qin Mohuai spoke:
“Yuze’s here.”

…

Xia Yuze was in the living room, drinking milk beer—practicing his tolerance.

“You can’t drink outside?” Xia Yuan asked pointedly.

Her younger brother gave a clueless “Oww” and explained, “I’m a positive-energy idol now. My fans are all kids, so I can’t drink or smoke in front of cameras. I have to act like a monk. Whether I’m in a hotel or at home, I don’t dare ‘break my vows’—I’m terrified of paparazzi with telephoto lenses. But here at brother-in-law’s place, it’s safe. No one will ever catch me.”

“You stink.” Xia Yuan shifted away, her disgust plain as day.

Qin Mohuai sat calmly between the siblings, his wild dyed-blue hair doing nothing to diminish his composed, elegant air.

To Yuze, drinking milk beer next to his intimidating brother-in-law made him feel like a child. Still, the boy who always emptied his plates at meals guzzled it down, crushed the can, and tossed it into the trash.

“Sis, are you fully recovered? No lingering discomfort?”

“I’m fine. You two worry too much,” Xia Yuan assured, though her eyes flickered guiltily.

During her fever, she’d overheard Qin Mohuai and Yang Yi discussing plans for a full body check-up once she recovered.

And Xia Yuan hated hospitals. The moment she saw a white lab coat, she felt like her time had come.

As expected, the lunatic male lead was her nemesis. :）

Yuze tilted his head at her like a puppy. “When you were little, you were sick all the time. The worst was that one time—you had a fever for months that wouldn’t break. Mom and Dad were desperate, so they invited a shaman woman.”

“She said your fate carried a calamity. If you couldn’t overcome it… your life might be in danger.”

“After that, you really did stop getting sick so severely.”

Xia Yuan’s heart gave a violent jolt. The shaman had been frighteningly accurate. The original Xia Yuan had swallowed a massive dose of antidepressants… and died.

Qin Mohuai’s expression darkened. “Did she say when this calamity would strike?”

Yuze shook his head.

“Where can we find this shaman?” Qin Mohuai pressed.

Yuze thought for a moment. “Mom and Dad hired her through someone else. She wasn’t from our village. And she was already quite old back then… Ten-plus years have passed. Who knows if she’s even still alive.”

Xia Yuan’s heart was full of unease. If that so-called shaman really saw through her disguise, she was done for.

The mad, obsessive male lead hated betrayal above all else. The original tenacious heroine had tried countless ways to resist him, but never once betrayed him.

Even the heroine blessed by fate wouldn’t dare—how could Xia Yuan possibly dare?

…Although she had already done so. 🙁

Keeping her composure, Xia Yuan said calmly,
“You’re just being superstitious. Stop talking about all these ghostly spirits—it’s making me so jittery I can’t even go to the bathroom alone at night!”

Qin Mohuai touched her cheek, his deep magnetic voice serious and steady.
“My life is iron-hard. If Heaven won’t protect you, then I will.”

He had noticed Xia Yuan a long time ago, but back then it was just a passing thought—she was pretty, nothing more.

Until that day at Xiangzhou University, when he was giving a lecture and Xia Yuan knocked on his car window, boldly trying to seduce him.
His first thought: disgust.
Second thought: interest.
Third thought: I already have a wife.

And yet, the very moment his family arranged a marriage for him, Qin Mohuai had no intention of letting Xia Yuan go. He would never again give his heart to a second person. Even if, in the next life, he became some bloodthirsty monster, he’d still shamelessly bury his head in his wife’s skirts.

At the very peak of power, Qin Mohuai’s only indulgence in bed was Xia Yuan. His lower half only ever thought of her, while his upper half focused solely on making money to buy her beautiful dresses.

—

During dinner, Xia Yuze casually mentioned their mother’s small restaurant.

Business had been booming, and Mother wanted to expand—buy up two more shopfronts nearby.

Qin Mohuai, holding knife and fork, elegantly sliced a piece of steak, then pushed the plate toward Xia Yuan.

She dug in unceremoniously, wolfing it down as though starving, though in truth she only managed a few hurried bites.

Qin Mohuai chuckled softly.
“Tomorrow I’ll have my assistant go help your mother with the paperwork for the new shops.”

Xia Yuan’s mother hadn’t agreed to her daughter dating Qin Mohuai because of his power, but because of the medical resources he commanded.

With him, Xia Yuan would have the best doctors to treat her, no longer forced to worry about her life being cut short.

Even if they broke up one day, should anything happen to Yuan Yuan, Qin Mohuai would never turn a blind eye.

—

The next day, Xia Yuan called her mother, urging her not to overwork. Qin Mohuai would send someone to help with the restaurant expansion.

Mother only sighed,
“I’m only thinking of expanding because I earned that money myself. Spending my own feels steadier. Even if you two marry, I can’t always rely on President Qin for everything. That’d be like living off the breath of others.”

“Tomorrow is your grandmother’s seventieth birthday. I’ll bring her over to celebrate at home. Your uncle’s family will come too. You and Yuze, remember to be there.”

Xia Yuan asked nervously,
“You didn’t tell Uncle about my relationship, did you?”

“Of course not,” Mother replied. “If I went out of my way to mention it, it would sound like I was bragging.”

“Good. Don’t say a word. Qin Mohuai doesn’t want people knowing he’s in a relationship.”

—

Because Xia Yuze had more presence in the original novel, the author had detailed the Xia family’s downfall.

Uncle Liang Bo had started a toy factory with Mother’s dowry money. Instead of gratitude, he guilt-tripped Yuze into endorsing his cheap, unsafe products for free. One of his foam mats contained excessive formaldehyde, leading to children developing leukemia. Under public pressure, Yuze couldn’t bear it and jumped from a building.

When Mother went to confront Liang Bo, he retaliated by leaking their home address. Every day people hurled filth at their doorstep. In the end, she and Father died of gas poisoning.

Because all public anger was pinned on Yuze, Liang Bo escaped scot-free. He paid a fine, his factory restructured, and he went on to make even greater profits—his fortune even doubling.

But those good days didn’t last long.

When Qin Mohuai discovered Ouyang Jing still kept Yuze’s love letters, jealousy consumed him. And since Yuze and the Xia family were all gone, leaving him with nowhere to vent his rage, Qin Mohuai turned it on Liang Bo. Destroying his factory was child’s play—soon Liang Bo’s family was buried under eight million in debt, living worse than beggars.

And if Xia Yuan recalled correctly, it was at that very birthday banquet that Liang Bo had forced Yuze to endorse those dangerous products. She had always liked her little “puppy brother,” and this time, she was determined to pull him out.

—

That night, in bed, Qin Mohuai buried his wild, untamable blue-black hair against his wife’s soft, fragrant chest, listening intently to her heartbeat.

“Your heartbeat is steady. Good girl.”

“If there’s no heartbeat, then that means I’m—”

“Shut your eyes and sleep. Don’t you dare say that word again.”

Xia Yuan secretly grumbled that he was too domineering, always dictating everything.

In the novel, Qin Mohuai had been a firm materialist, never believing in gods or fate—arrogant and defiant to the end. Yet now, he actually believed that shaman’s words about her dying young.