Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 99: Its high time

The ride back to the mansion was cloaked in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Lixue leaned her head back slightly, staring out at the passing city lights. The adrenaline from her performance had long faded, leaving behind a quiet exhaustion. Yet, beneath that, there was something else—a lingering warmth from the moment in Mo Ran’s office, from the way he had looked at her, teased her, indulged her.

She exhaled softly, her fingers absentmindedly grazing the hem of the gown that still hugged her frame.

Mo Ran’s gaze flickered toward her, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "Tired?"

Lixue turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes in the dim light of the car. "A little."

"You did well today." His voice was smooth, steady.

She scoffed lightly, turning her gaze back to the window. "I know."

Mo Ran chuckled, leaning back. "Confident, aren’t you?"

"I wouldn’t have stepped on that stage if I wasn’t."

The car rolled to a slow stop as they reached the private estate. The gates parted, allowing them entry, and soon the familiar sight of the grand mansion came into view.

As they stepped inside, the quiet luxury of the space greeted them. Warm lighting cast soft shadows against the marble floors, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air.

Lixue sighed, finally slipping off her heels as she made her way toward the grand staircase. Mo Ran trailed behind at a relaxed pace, his gaze never straying far from her.

"Sexy butt you have there wifey..why don’t we consummate our marriage today."

Mo Ran chuckled, now waiting for Lixue’s usual response to such closeness.

But her reply had completely stunned him.

"Okay, its high time we do that.."

Mo Ran’s steps slowed as he came to a halt, she actually agreed? She agreed?!!

"Well...since you’ve given me your consent, there’s no need for me to hold back..."

Before Lixue could react, Mo Ran closed the distance between them, his arms slipping around her waist effortlessly. In one smooth motion, he lifted her off the ground, cradling her in his arms as if she weighed nothing.

Lixue let out a startled gasp, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders. "Mo Ran—!"

"You’re tired," he said, his voice laced with amusement as he began ascending the stairs. "I’ll take care of you."

Her cheeks burned, and she quickly looked away, trying to ignore the way her heart pounded. "I can walk just fine," she muttered.

Mo Ran smirked. "I know. But I like holding you like this."

Lixue pursed her lips, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. However, the warmth radiating from his body, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and the ease with which he carried her made it impossible to ignore the intimacy of the moment.

When they reached their bedroom, Mo Ran pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside, heading straight for the bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast golden hues across the room, making the atmosphere even more intimate.

Carefully, he placed her down, but instead of pulling away immediately, his fingers brushed against the intricate fabric of her gown.

"Sit up," he murmured.

Lixue blinked. "Why?"

Mo Ran’s fingers traced the delicate buttons along the back of her dress. "This gown... Maison Laurent made it for you. It deserves to be taken off properly, don’t you think?"

She felt her breath hitch. His tone was low, smooth, yet there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he spoke.

Slowly, she sat up, her back facing him.

Mo Ran took his time, his fingers deftly unfastening each button with careful precision. The gown loosened, the fabric sliding over her shoulders, revealing the smooth skin beneath. A shiver ran down her spine, not from the cold, but from the sensation of his fingertips grazing her skin ever so lightly.

Lixue swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of every movement, every breath between them.

Once the last button was undone, Mo Ran gently pushed the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist. He didn’t rush, didn’t make any unnecessary movements—just pure patience, as if he was unwrapping the most delicate treasure.

Lixue bit her lip, her hands clenching slightly against the sheets. The weight of his gaze on her bare back was almost too much.

"You’re beautiful, Lixue," Mo Ran murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks burning as she quickly turned away from him, gripping the front of the gown to keep it from slipping further. "Stop talking."

Mo Ran chuckled. "Shy?"

She shot him a glare over her shoulder, but the effect was completely ruined by the blush painting her face.

He smirked, leaning closer, his lips just a breath away from her skin. "It’s fine, wifey," he whispered, his voice filled with teasing warmth. "I’ll be gentle."

Lixue’s eyes widened, and she immediately grabbed a pillow, whacking him with it. "Mo Ran!"

He laughed, catching her wrist easily. "Alright, alright. I’ll behave—for now."

Still flustered, Lixue turned away, slipping out of the gown completely before reaching for a silk robe. Mo Ran let her go, but the amused gleam in his eyes never faded.

As she tightened the belt around her waist, she finally turned back to him, her expression forced into something neutral. "I’m going to sleep."

Mo Ran raised an eyebrow as he reached out, pulling her closer to her.

"Its high time we consummate our marriage, your words wifey...i don’t plan on letting you go...at all. I’m planning on ravaging and eating you up all night.."

Mo Ran smiled as he switched their position, placing himself between her legs and grabbing her by the thighs.

"Hey! Wait.."

Mo Ran took off his tie and shirt, tossing everything including the suit jacket to the corner.

Lixue found her throat growing dry when she saw Mo Ran’s upper body, toned and muscular upper body. It made her wonder how big he was down there.