Chapter Eight
Mo Wansheng wasn't a very quiet sleeper; she was fast asleep, while Huo Yuzheng lay motionless on one side of the bed.
The person sleeping beside me was no longer aware of the world around them.
Suddenly, a leg lashed out and landed on Huo Yuzheng's leg without any hesitation. Then, an arm draped over his chest, and Mo Wansheng, like a koala finding its home, leaned against him.
Warm breath lingered around the back of Huo Yuzheng's neck, rising and falling gently.
A very soft sigh rippled through the darkness.
He tried to break free in the remaining space, but his tiny movements had no effect whatsoever; they only made Mo Wansheng hold him even tighter.
Huo Yuzheng completely gave up the struggle.
He couldn't sleep with his eyes wide open.
In winter, Mo Wansheng's whole body felt cold, especially her limbs.
She felt that Huo Yuzheng was an excellent heater, so she stuck to him even tighter.
Because she was currently immersed in a dream, she acted without restraint.
As the heat gradually seeped through the thin fabric, she slowly felt less cold.
Only then did he release Huo Yuzheng.
Then he turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Huo Yuzheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, carefully lay down in the hard-won space, and stretched his stiff shoulders.
In the latter half of the night, Mo Wansheng became much more well-behaved.
Huo Yuzheng finally fell asleep, but his sleep was not deep.
The next day, he went to the company with very noticeable dark circles under his eyes.
Assistant Lin Hexuan noticed his boss's striking dark circles under his eyes early in the morning.
The perpetrator, however, was completely unaware of his crime and remained fast asleep.
When Mo Wansheng woke up, Huo Yuzheng had already left.
She stretched her arms; she had slept well yesterday.
It feels like there's a "heater" around, so it's not so cold anymore.
She tidied herself up and prepared to go to douceur.
Before leaving the villa in Jingjiang Garden, Mo Ningchuan called out to her.
"Xiao Sheng, I think Xiao Huo is a good person too. He hasn't bullied you behind your back, has he?"
Mo Wansheng smiled gently, "No, Dad. He's fine."
Most of the time, they just keep to themselves.
Mo Ningchuan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good. I'm relieved."
"Then I'll go first, Dad."
"Okay. Come visit me again next month."
Mo Wansheng's smile froze instantly; so this was what they were waiting for her to do.
There will be a next time...
She quickly got into her car and left.
A father's love, which was like a gentle drizzle, suddenly turned into a hailstorm that crashed down.
For the next week, Huo Yuzheng did not return to the suburban villa once.
Strangely, he sent gifts to Mo Wansheng one after another.
As per Huo Yuzheng's request, the butler delivered catalogs of new products from various bag and jewelry brands to Mo Wansheng, allowing her to freely select and purchase items.
However, Mo Wansheng wasn't very interested in these things. When she was at the Mo family's house, she would buy some every month.
There are special cabinets for displaying these luxury items.
In addition, Huo Yuzheng also bought several priceless pieces of jewelry at an auction this week and sent them to Mrs. Huo.
To Mo Wansheng, the man's actions seemed strange and unfamiliar.
Moreover, none of the pieces of jewelry he purchased were ones that Mo Wansheng liked.
Mo Wansheng couldn't understand whether Huo Yuzheng was trying to overwhelm her with money.
She really couldn't understand him anymore.
When yet another limited-edition perfume arrived, Mo Wansheng stared blankly at the exquisite gift box.
She eventually left the gift box on an empty corner of the living room table.
She didn't really like neutral woody perfumes.
For a whole week, the entire table was piled up with water.
She was pleasantly surprised on the first day she received the gift.
She even specially made a blueberry cake to give to Huo Yuzheng when he returned.
As a result, he didn't come back that night.
She finished the cake herself.
As these things came more and more frequently in the days that followed, she completely lost interest.
They're too lazy to even open it.
Perfume, clothes, bags, jewelry...
After leaving the gift box, Mo Wansheng returned to the master bedroom, picked up her phone, and sent a message to "Blueberry Cake".
"What do you mean by the arranged marriage partner sending gifts every day?"
The other party didn't reply until 10 PM.
"I don't think it has any special meaning; I just wanted to give it to you."
Mo Wansheng pondered for a moment and felt that the reason given by "blueberry cake" was not reasonable.
They're not exactly a loving couple, so why would they want to give you something?
Moreover, Huo Yuzheng didn't make any gestures during the first month of their marriage.
He's acting strange this week. Very strange.
The answer "blueberry cake" is not reliable.
She opened her browser and started searching.
Many other people have asked the same question.
Sister, he's definitely seeing someone else. He feels guilty and can't make up for it emotionally or physically, so he tries to make up for it materially.
A sudden gift is either a sign of ulterior motives or theft.
[It's also possible that my dull-witted nature suddenly gave me a mental awakening, transforming me into a love-struck individual. My husband is like that. He used to be a completely straightforward, STEM-oriented guy, but I don't know how, one day he just suddenly became like a genius.]
[...]
The responses from netizens were varied and each one more explosive than the last.
Most of them are the "I have a friend" series.
The more Mo Wansheng looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong; it had only been a little over a month.
Surely Huo Yuzheng wouldn't actually do anything to betray her.
But his sudden behavior is really strange.
If it weren't out of guilt, why would I suddenly send her so many flashy but impractical gifts?
She casually tossed her phone onto the bed. Surely it couldn't really be true.
I remember that serious and earnest face of the man who taught her how to play games a few days ago.
They've clearly slept in the same bed before.
Although it was only literally sleeping in the same bed.
Moreover, he had said so many "impossible" things before the marriage.
But who can predict how people will change?
She tossed and turned several times, then finally got up again, deciding not to go to sleep yet.
She opened Huo Yuzheng's chat window. It was almost completely blank.
Their chat history was still from before their marriage, when she sent him a message saying, "Mr. Huo, let's get married."
"Where are you?"
"company."
Aren't you going home?
"I'm going back to the apartment next to the company right away."
"address?"
Although Huo Yuzheng didn't know why she suddenly asked him for the apartment address, he still sent it to her immediately.
After he sent the address, there was no further response from the other end of the phone.
After receiving the address, Mo Wansheng put on a jacket, immediately went to the garage to drive her car, and drove all the way to the address Huo Yuzheng had given her.
Because her vehicle was from outside the area, the security guard wouldn't let her in.
She rolled down the car window, tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, and said in a sharp voice, "I'm going to catch them cheating. It's urgent."
The security guard looked on in surprise, but seeing the expensive car in front of him, he couldn't even recognize the brand. He knew this was no pushover.
"Then please register first."
With a flourish of her pen, Mo Wansheng, after being granted permission, quickly drove into the apartment's underground parking garage and parked in an empty space.
She glanced at the address Huo Yuzheng had given her in the chat history.
Building No. 28.
Follow the path into the building.
The button for the 32nd floor of the elevator is lit up. It's the top floor.
The elevator wasn't slow, but at this moment, it felt too slow for Mo Wansheng.
With a "ding-dong", the elevator doors opened.
There is only one household on this floor.
Mo Wansheng specially wore her own baseball cap. She gently pressed the doorbell.
Someone is coming.
She pretended to be a delivery person and called out in a high-pitched voice, "Your food is here. Your wife ordered it for you."
Huo Yuzheng recognized Mo Wansheng at a glance. Before he could finish speaking, the door was opened with a "click".
She was caught off guard by the speed.
The fragrant shower gel wafted into Mo Wansheng's nostrils, indicating that he had just finished showering.
She peeked around, trying to find someone behind Huo Yuzheng.
Huo Yuzheng didn't understand her strange behavior. His gaze fell on her thin clothes, and he said, "Come in first."
He then slightly stepped aside to make way for her.
Mo Wansheng's voice softened, "Oh."
She quietly followed him inside.
Suddenly, the plan was disrupted, and some felt guilty.
Because it occupies an entire floor, this apartment in the heart of the city is surprisingly large.
The interior design features a minimalist style, with only black, white, and gray as the main colors.
It's definitely Huo Yuzheng's style.
Calmness and detachment permeated everything.
In contrast, the suburban villas seem more cozy.
When Mo Wansheng first moved into the suburban villa, she thought she would see such a monotonous black, white and gray color scheme.
But to her surprise, the villa was decorated entirely in her preferred style.
She quickly scanned the living room, the open kitchen... every corner her eyes could see.
However, there was no one in sight.
There was nothing she was looking for.
Huo Yuzheng stopped in the center of the living room. Mo Wansheng's attention was not on him at all, and she even ignored his presence.
As she turned her head, she bumped into his chest.
She subconsciously took a step back and looked up at Huo Yuzheng.
His eyes held a hint of inquiry. "When did I order takeout?"
"And my wife?" He deliberately repeated the words 'my wife,' and although his tone was flat, it made Mo Wansheng blush.
Her gaze became unfocused; she didn't want to admit it, so she started making things up.
"I... I just happened to be passing by and stopped by to see you."
Mo Wansheng tried her best to justify herself, "Look, you haven't come back for a week. I miss you so much."
"Besides, look how many things you gave me, and I didn't give you anything in return. That's not right, is it?"
However, she stealthily moved to the side, her wandering gaze occasionally drifting towards the bedroom and bathroom.
Huo Yuzheng instantly understood what was going on, but he didn't explain.
He sat down on the sofa in the living room and looked at Mo Wansheng with a leisurely air.
"Would you like me to show you around, Mrs. Huo?"
His voice was casual, "Bedroom? Study? Or bathroom? Mrs. Huo, which one would you like to see first?"
Mo Wansheng feigned nonchalance, "Okay, then I'll just take a look."
She put her hands behind her back, pretending to be looking at a house.
She walked toward the study, but the door was tightly shut.
Huo Yuzheng stood up and followed behind her. "There seems to be some strange noise coming from the study. Could Mrs. Huo help me check what's inside?"
His words were full of sarcasm.
"No need." Mo Wansheng turned and walked towards the bedroom, which was in the same style as the living room, minimalist with nothing superfluous.
Huo Yuzheng specially opened the wardrobe for her, revealing rows of neatly arranged men's clothes.
"Should we check under the bed?" he asked, leaning against the wardrobe, his tone very sincere.
Mo Wansheng: "No need!"
At that moment, all she wanted was to find a hole and bury herself completely inside.
Huo Yuzheng continued to suggest, "We can go to the bathroom too. I just used it, and maybe there's some evidence in there that Mrs. Huo is looking for."
Mo Wansheng's voice became stammering, "No...no need...I...I'm done with the tour!"
Seeing Mo Wansheng trying to flee, Huo Yuzheng couldn't help but laugh.
"Mrs. Huo, aren't you leaving the takeout?"
She was clutching the takeout food, which was being used as a prop, tightly in her hand, preparing to flee the scene.
Huo Yuzheng followed quietly behind her, "Didn't you say this was ordered by my wife?"
Mo Wansheng froze, turned around, and slammed the takeout onto the coffee table in the living room.
Her cheeks were already as red as ripe pomegranates. "Here you go."
Huo Yuzheng chuckled, "Mrs. Huo, it's getting late, aren't you going to stay?"
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