The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex-Chapter 4 - Three Years Married
Chapter 4: Three Years Married
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The man soon noticed his wife stood transfixed at the door.
“What’s on your mind, Yanyan?” He pinched her little cheek and took the beef noodle that was still hot.
The butterflies in his stomach were temporarily drowned by his craving for food.
He pigged out on the noodle that tasted good as always.
He Xiyan clasped her fingers. Her face looked paler than normal under the light. For several times she fluttered her lips before she could actually ask the question.
“Yixuan, who was that?”
“Er…” Mo Yixuan paused with chopsticks still on his hand. His face flashed an emotion that’s hard to determine – could be fidgety or guilt – but went back to calm right away.
“It’s Shen Tao, leader of the new project. It’s the first time for him to take over a project of this scale. He’s probably nervous.” He explained at ease and kept finishing the noodle as if nothing happened.
It didn’t set He Xiyan’s heart at ease, though. Teeth clenched, she gave up on continuing at last.
She walked toward her husband and put her hand on his shoulder to give him a massage, rubbing and pressing with the amount of pressure just right; she’s gotten the hang of it.
“You must have been very busy lately, Yixuan,” she dipped down, breathing softly to the man’s neck.
“Hm…”
The man then seemed to think of something. He put down the bowl and turned back to look at his wife.
He pinched her pinky cheek again.
“Have you showered?”
His voice suddenly turned silky.
Xiyan nodded.
She showered an hour before he even came home.
“Good. Go to bed. Wait for me there!”
Having said that, Mo Yixuan marched right to the bathroom.
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Water sound could be heard once in a while from the bathroom. He Xiyan pursed her slightly pale lips, staring at the ultrasound report with her clear eyes. She looked over it a few more times until she could even memorize the numbers.
Without knowing it she put her hand on her belly, and she twisted to look at the snow falling outside, her eyes filled with hope. She knew, in spades, that he looked forward to it just as she did.
The bathroom door opened and out came the man of a finely tuned physique, his skin tanned in a healthy manner. He was wearing an ivory robe with the belt loosely knotted, exposing a large area of his chest. Seductive yet dangerous.
He Xiyan put down the paper in her hands in no time and slipped it into the night stand drawer before sliding into the warm duvets. A blush showed in her face.
They had been married for three years, god knows how come she’s still so shy.
“Yanyan, I’ve got too much on my plate lately. I’ll come home more often to be with you as soon as I have things sorted out.” Mo Yixuan gently brushed away the hair on her forehead and blinked his deep eyes, where also hid his guilt for this woman.
“I understand, darling,” said Xiyan in a small voice, with the “darling” even smaller. Only in their bedroom would she call this man this way whom she’d gingerly loved for five years and whose heart she’d won with great efforts.
Mo Yixuan pulled the woman into his arms and against his body. Feeling her breath sending warm air onto his chest, he dipped down and kissed her on her rosy lips.
He tasted her lips, devouring her, his body burning in the erotic air.
The night light flickered in an erotic manner. The carpet received the clothes tossed to it, the man’s and the woman’s.
