You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

At least, when his wife feels guilty after doing something wrong, she'll buy him something to appease him.

"Okay, let's go back." He spoke slowly, watching his obedient wife get into the car he had arranged, his eyes showing delight, and all the gloom around him disappeared.

Look how easily he's coaxed. Yu Xiaoqing should know what's good for her and be his obedient baby for the rest of her life.

He arrived home ten minutes earlier than Yu Nanqing. He had rushed out in the morning and hadn't even had time to change out of his matching pajamas with Yu Nanqing. Now, as he leaned on the sofa reading a book, there was no sign of anything unusual about him.

Yu Nanqing felt a little guilty when she entered, but seeing that his expression was normal, she breathed a sigh of relief and ran into his arms with the bag in her hand.

Shen Mochen took the opportunity to hug her and kiss her little mouth, "My darling is finally back."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell on the bag she had placed on the table. Seeing that there was only one left, he paused for a couple of seconds, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

This one is a gift for him, what about the other one?

He held Yu Nanqing tightly around the waist, and his mouth movements unconsciously became more intense. He only came to his senses when he heard a soft moan from the girl in his arms. When he looked down at Yu Nanqing, a dark and unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"...There seems to be another man's scent on Guai Guai." He moved his lips and uttered a disjointed, murmured sentence.

Startled, Yu Nanqing froze instantly. Her eyelashes trembled twice, and she glanced at him with a forced smile. "I went to solicit investment today, and the other party was a boy."

"It's not his." Realizing that Yu Xiaoqing might be trying to hide the fact that he had met Chen Qing, he felt a chill run down his spine, causing a strange pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but retort.

"Huh?" Yu Nanqing was stunned. What did he mean by "not his"? Could it be that Shen Mochen could even smell how many men she had met?

Isn't that absurd?

She gave an awkward laugh, but the laughter eventually died down in the heavy atmosphere. She glanced cautiously at Shen Mochen's expression, shifted her hips, and tried to get off his lap.

Shen Mochen had indeed planted a listening device on her, and even recognized Chen Qing's voice.

At this point... it's probably better to stay away from him.

Unfortunately, Shen Mochen saw through her thoughts, gripped her waist tightly so she couldn't move, and his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally explored her waist, making her body involuntarily go limp, and she could only obediently stay in his arms.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, she braced herself and kissed his chin. "I did see Chen Qing today, but he contacted me first. I swear I didn't have any further interaction with him."

"My dear, do you still want to have further interaction with him?" Hearing her admit it, Shen Mochen's mood improved slightly, and his eyebrows gradually lifted.

Yu Nanqing frowned slightly, anxiously trying to defend herself, forgetting that she was still lying on top of Shen Mochen. Only after she finished speaking hurriedly did she notice that Shen Mochen's breathing was gradually becoming heavy.

She froze for a moment, then hurriedly released her hand from his chest. She stopped twisting her body and cautiously peeked at him before tiptoeing to get off him.

The moment she sensed that Shen Mochen was about to stop her, she immediately turned around, grabbed the bag on the table, and then smoothly turned around and plopped down on the sofa next to Shen Mochen. "I just passed by the mall and bought you a tie."

Shen Mochen watched her quietly, and only after she took out the tie did he lean over and say, "Wife, tie it for me."

He suddenly leaned too close, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread between them. Yu Nanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she thought of the shirt clip lying in her pocket, her face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment.

On her way upstairs, she thought about it a lot and felt that giving such a gift was not proper, so the moment the elevator doors opened, she took the gift out of the gift bag and stuffed it into her pocket.

"Be good?"

Hearing the shout, Yu Nanqing came back to her senses and met Shen Mochen's expectant eyes. Her heart throbbed, and her fingers holding the tie trembled slightly as she lifted it.

Shen Mochen raised an eyebrow and, as her hand reached out, he grabbed one end of the tie and wrapped it around her wrist to bind it.

Yu Nanqing's pupils dilated slightly. Before she could react, she was pushed onto the sofa.

Shen Mochen leaned down and kissed her face, lingering on her lips and kissing her until she was breathless. His hand inadvertently touched her pocket, and the hard touch made him suspicious. After hesitating for two seconds, he reached his fingertips into her pocket and pulled out the shirt that Yu Nanqing thought would never see the light of day again.

The air seemed to freeze the moment they saw that astringent substance.

Yu Nanqing swallowed hard, her eyes reddening. Taking advantage of Shen Mochen's momentary daze, she slowly shrank back.

The brand-new shirt still had its tag attached. The brand was familiar; Shen Mochen recognized it at a glance—it was one of the shirts that Guaiguai had been carrying at the mall entrance earlier.

Oh, so it wasn't given to someone else after all.

I felt embarrassed to give it to him.

Shen Mochen's face was beaming, and he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his lips.

My wife has finally figured it out and wants to become the mistress to train this obedient dog.

He was so excited that his eyes shone even brighter.

He lowered his eyes, took a few breaths, and forced himself to calm down. Then he looked up at Yu Nanqing, who was huddled in the corner of the sofa with a wary expression. After a two-second pause, he moved over like a nimble squid, cupped her face, and kissed and bit her. "Why are you hiding it, sweetie? I'd be happy to wear it for you to see."

Yu Nanqing's face was already flushed, and when she heard him speak without batting an eye, she bit her lip and remained silent.

She looked just like a little white rabbit that had been bullied.

So pitiful, it's hard not to feel sorry for them.

"I...I didn't want to see." Unable to bear his kisses any longer, Yu Nanqing pushed him away, feeling so ashamed she wanted to disappear into a hole.

She knew she couldn't take the initiative with Shen Mochen.

Otherwise... the consequences will be very serious.

Dragged into his arms again, she forced two tears to fall. At first, she could still resist, throwing left and right hooks and slapping him a few times. But later she had no strength left, like a drained salted fish, too lazy to even move her fingers.

Fortunately, in the end, she did get to see the way Shen Mochen looked with his shirt clip.

Just as I imagined, she was incredibly sexy, like a natural-born succubus who came specifically to drain her yang energy.

Even the most proper tie eventually became his tool, being abused beyond recognition.

"I remember you said you would dance for me before." After washing up and lying in bed, Yu Nanqing was so tired that her eyelids were drooping. Suddenly, she heard Shen Mochen's seductive voice. Her pupils widened in surprise, her memories scattered, and her face, which had just recovered from the dizziness, immediately turned red again.

She covered her face with her hands, not wanting to face it, and simply turned over and pretended to be dead.

"Sleeping peacefully?" Shen Mochen lay down next to her, propping his head up with his hand, his fingers twirling her hair, his face full of pleasure.