Chapter 51
Mo Wansheng is extremely busy in Paris, first preparing for the competition, and now participating in a variety show after the competition.
She hasn't contacted her gaming partner "Blueberry Cake" for many days.
"Blueberry Cake" rarely sends messages proactively.
However, after saying he would be her emotional advisor, he would occasionally take the initiative to ask about her progress.
However, after Mo Wansheng and Huo Yuzheng had their falling out at the airport and then reconciled, she never contacted her again.
In the evening, while Huo Yuzheng was taking a shower, Mo Wansheng switched to her alternate account.
The chat history is from a long time ago.
"Hey boss, what have you been up to lately?"
"I see you don't play games anymore, and you're never online."
"You promised me an emotional strategist, so why are you ignoring me now?"
"I haven't even paid my tuition yet, and you've already run away?"
Several messages were sent, but the phone chat interface did not respond at all.
Mo Wansheng pursed her lips, thinking that there was a time difference of several hours between Paris and Jin City, so it was normal for the other party not to be online at this time.
But she still wanted to dredge her up, so she sent a bombshell message.
"Boss, let me tell you, I've already graduated."
"I've already slept with my arranged marriage partner."
Mo Wansheng waited for a few minutes, but the interface remained silent.
"Looks like he really isn't here..." she muttered, taking one last look at her phone before putting it down.
The bathroom door clicked open.
Huo Yuzheng walked out, drying his wet hair. He was wearing a dark bathrobe, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and his firm chest was slightly damp.
He approached with steady steps.
Feeling guilty, Mo Wansheng reflexively turned off her phone screen and stuffed it under her pillow.
She wouldn't be so flustered if it were just a casual chat, but it would be somewhat absurd if Huo Yuzheng saw the information that she had slept with him.
She looked up and met Huo Yuzheng's gaze.
A faint blush and a hint of panic lingered on her face.
She felt her tongue getting tied in knots. "Wash...washed?"
Huo Yuzheng did not answer immediately, but continued to dry his hair with a towel, water droplets rolling down his hair.
After a long pause, he finally gave a low "hmm".
He leaned down, placing one hand on the back of the sofa next to Mo Wansheng, enveloping her in the fresh scent of her post-shower bath.
“Mrs. Huo,” he began slowly, “who were you chatting with just now, making you seem so happy?”
"No, no one." Mo Wansheng denied instinctively.
Her eyes darted around, avoiding his gaze. "I was just casually looking at the news."
"Oh?" Huo Yuzheng raised an eyebrow, and with his free hand, he precisely pulled her phone out from under the cushion.
The screen lit up as he moved, landing precisely on the background of the chat interface he hadn't had time to exit.
Mo Wansheng's heart jumped into her throat, and she reached out to snatch it.
Huo Yuzheng didn't actually look at the screen content; instead, he tossed the phone screen-down onto the coffee table next to him.
He leaned even lower, his nose almost touching hers, his warm breath brushing against her cheek.
He chuckled softly, "Can the news make Mrs. Huo blush like this?"
"It seems to be my fault for not providing my wife with enough 'news' to watch. Does she need to find someone else to share her happiness with?"
She's clearly jealous!
Mo Wansheng felt a pang of anxiety, yet also a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
Looking at his face so close to hers, her heart pounded wildly.
If they don't confess honestly, Huo Yuzheng probably won't let it go.
No!
Mo Wansheng reached out and pressed against his chest. She took a deep breath and decided to confess in order to get leniency.
"I was just chatting with my gaming buddy, you know, gaming buddy. I really enjoy playing games, right? I've had a friend who's been playing games with me since college, for many years now."
Huo Yuzheng's arm, which was supporting her ear, tensed for a moment, but his expression remained calm as he waited quietly for her to continue.
"I just haven't contacted her in a long time, and since she wasn't online, I thought I'd send her a message to provoke her out." Mo Wansheng's voice grew softer as she spoke, as the rest of the words were too difficult to say.
"Blow him out?"
Huo Yuzheng repeated, his voice rising slightly at the end.
"Mrs. Huo, what should we fry? Hmm?"
His fingertips gently caressed her burning cheeks, and every touch made her feel even more ashamed.
Mo Wansheng closed her eyes, and said in a defiant tone, "I just told her that I've resolved our issues..."
Huo Yuzheng was not satisfied with this vague statement.
His gaze darkened. "Solve the problem? Mrs. Huo, explain clearly, how did you 'solve' it?"
Mo Wansheng steeled her resolve and spoke frankly, "That's right! I'll just tell her directly that I've already slept with you!"
After saying that, she felt like she wanted to disappear into the ground, her face full of shame and anger.
"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, I would never have said such a thing!"
Seeing Mo Wansheng's adorable expression of being both embarrassed and annoyed, Huo Yu let out a pleasant laugh.
He lowered his hands, which had been resting on the sofa, and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.
"Is it my fault?" He gently bit her earlobe, his voice muffled.
His face was full of smiles and doting affection. "Mrs. Huo is putting what she's learned into practice, surpassing her teacher."
Mo Wansheng muttered under her breath, "Who told you to be so annoying?"
"It's my fault, of course it's my fault." Huo Yuzheng readily admitted his mistake.
"Mrs. Huo, would you like me to check on your strategist's progress in your studies?"
Before Mo Wansheng could react to the deeper meaning in his words, he picked her up in his arms.
She struggled in his arms, "Hey! Huo Yuzheng, what are you doing!"
"Of course, we're here to check your learning progress."
Huo Yuzheng's smile deepened as he gently placed Mo Wansheng on the bed. "But I say, Mrs. Huo, is your report on your graduation from the military really that simple?"
His fingertips traced her flushed cheeks, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "Time, place, process, reflections—none of these crucial elements are present. If your big shot were to grade this, he'd probably give you a failing grade."
Mo Wansheng was both embarrassed and angry at his "professional comments," and couldn't help but lightly punch his chest, "Huo Yuzheng! Have you no shame!"
What's the point of having a face?
Huo Yuzheng calmly caught her fist and pulled her closer to his arms. "I just want Mrs. Huo to be satisfied."
"Speaking of which, did your bigwig teach you these things?"
"Of course not!" Mo Wansheng immediately denied, her face burning even more. "We only talked about strategy and tactics, at most, some emotional advice."
"Emotional advice?" Huo Yuzheng raised an eyebrow. "For example?"
“For example…” Mo Wansheng suddenly realized she had let something slip, and she quickly stopped herself, “Nothing!”
Huo Yuzheng clearly had no intention of letting her go.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Like, how do you win over your arranged marriage partner? Hmm?"
Mo Wansheng snorted lightly, "So what if he is! If he hadn't encouraged me to take the initiative, I might still be treating you with the utmost respect!"
She suddenly remembered something, "But you won't be angry, will you? I mean, I was talking about this with my gaming partner."
Huo Yuzheng paused, "Why are you angry?"
"Yes, I shared our private matters with a stranger." She spoke softer and softer, suddenly feeling a little uneasy.
His gaze softened, and he lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips.
"No. Because..."
"This proves that Mrs. Huo is very satisfied with her current married life, doesn't it?"
Mo Wansheng felt a sweet warmth in her heart and took the initiative to look up and kiss him back.
She murmured indistinctly, "Sometimes I feel that it would be enough if you could understand me. Just like her..."
He noticed the unconscious expectation in her eyes and decided to respond with his actions.
"Understand you?" Huo Yuzheng's fingertips gently traced her lips. "Of course I understand you."
His kiss landed again.
“For example, right now,” he whispered to her lips, “I understand perfectly well that Mrs. Huo needs a vivid, hands-on lesson.”
Mo Wansheng was bewildered by his sudden change and could only go along with him, "What practical lesson?"
"I'll help you complete your apprenticeship report."
He stroked her hair, "Since you're going to write a report, you need to collect enough data yourself."
"Time, place, process, and insights are all indispensable."
"You." Mo Wansheng's words were choked by his kiss.
"Time," he whispered in her ear as he kissed her, "11:08 p.m.
“The place,” his kiss lingered on her collarbone, “Paris, in our bed.”
"Let me teach you how to record the process slowly."
Behind the ear, on the side of the neck...
"here."
Eyebrows and eyes.
"And here..."
The two petals moved hot.
"Different parts of the body produce different data feedback."
Mo Wansheng's breathing became disordered because of him, and even though she wanted to protest, he silenced her with a kiss.
All the sounds turned into faint sobs.
"Shh, Mrs. Huo." Huo Yuzheng chuckled softly between breaths, his voice deadly hoarse. "The research subjects need to remain quiet to ensure the accuracy of the data."
Mo Wansheng felt his heart pounding uncontrollably.
She realized that she was not the only one who had lost control in this "practical teaching" experience.
She mimicked him, tilting her head back and gently biting his Adam's apple.
Huo Yuzheng froze abruptly, his breathing suddenly becoming heavier.
“Mrs. Huo,” he said, his voice laced with warning, “you are interfering with data collection.”
"Is that so?" A sly glint flashed in Mo Wansheng's eyes as she secretly slipped her fingers into his hair.
“I thought I was actively participating in the experiment and providing more comprehensive sample feedback.”
"The data analysis ends here."
Huo Yuzheng pulled her into a tight embrace, his burning body temperature seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Now, we enter the practical verification stage."
...
As night deepened, Mo Wansheng fell into a deep sleep in his arms, exhausted.
Huo Yuzheng brushed aside the sweat-dampened hair on her forehead, looked at her sleeping face, and took out his spare phone.
In the chat interface with "Shengzhuzi", her last message is still there:
"Boss, let me tell you, I've already graduated."
"I've already slept with my arranged marriage partner."
His slender fingers tapped lightly on the screen, and he finally replied with two words:
"Congratulations."
Then he put down his phone, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and placed a gentle kiss on the top of their head.
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