Chapter 72 Discipline "...Baby, you smell so good."...
Mu Tingyu didn't know why things had turned out this way.
He had been drinking that night and couldn't drive, so he called a driver to pick him up. On the way home, the two sat together in the back seat. Xing Ze wanted to hug her, but she was still angry and didn't want to be intimate in front of the driver, so she leaned against the car door and ignored him, keeping her distance.
When she got off the bus at home, she once again rejected his hug, shook off him and took her hand, and told him, "I don't want you."
Didn't you say I didn't like you?
"Yes, I really don't like the way you look!"
She remembered saying that at the time.
She admitted that she was still angry when she said those words, so she spoke without thinking.
But that's not the reason this man went crazy.
From the moment she entered the room, her dress was stripped off, and she was carried into the bathroom, she hadn't uttered a single complete sentence. She didn't know where he got such strength; no matter how much she punched and kicked, she couldn't escape his grasp.
Standing in front of the French windows, the man leaned behind her, his hands moving from her waist to her neck, pulling her tightly into his arms. He was no longer the taciturn man he once was, forcing her to look up and listen to him speak.
His tone was incredibly calm, but his actions were the complete opposite, carrying a crazy energy. Every time, he would push her to the limit, until she couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears, and then he would comfort her.
His reckless demeanor was truly frightening; it didn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather like something that had been suppressed for too long, all exploding at this moment. His gentleness and warmth of the past few days were merely a facade, a performance put on for her after these emotions had been suppressed. He wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Whether it was the fourth or fifth time, he seemed to have finally gotten used to it. His movements were no longer so forceful. He gently licked her earlobe, his tone carrying a hint of pleading.
"Tell me you like me."
"Baby, tell me you like me, tell me."
She trembled as she scratched white marks on his body: "...No, no, I wasn't lying to you?"
"It's okay if you lie to me." He kissed her tear-stained eyelashes. "I want to hear what you have to say."
"You haven't said that in a long time."
How long is it?
It's only been a month since she left. This person is really just talking to himself.
She refused to be oppressed by him like this, so she clenched her teeth and refused to give in.
So Xing Ze tried many ways to get her to speak, to force words out of her mouth, and then kiss her away.
He had so many tricks up his sleeve, and he knew exactly how and where to do it to please her. Even when she was so tired that she didn't have the strength to lift a finger, she still felt so good that her toes curled up and her whole body went numb.
When she finally went into the bathroom, she briefly lost consciousness again.
This marked the end of a chaotic struggle. She had no time to care where her newly bought dress had been thrown away, and her original intention to have a proper talk with this person to clear up the misunderstanding had long been forgotten.
All she knew was that she was exhausted. After being carefully cleaned up and put back on the bed, all she wanted to do was close her eyes and get a good night's sleep.
In the last second before she fell asleep, only one thought remained in her mind.
......
If this continues for four or five hours each time, she'll definitely be exhausted in bed.
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She was woken up the next morning.
I don't know what time it was, and the curtains were drawn at some point, leaving the room dimly lit.
The man held her waist, his short hair tied around her thigh, making her feel numb and itchy.
She was extremely tired and kicked his shoulder with her leg.
"woke up?"
Xing Ze looked up, grabbed her ankle, and planted a wet kiss on it.
Mu Tingyu closed her eyes impatiently, turned over, and muttered in a hoarse voice, "Get lost... Don't bother me while I'm sleeping..."
A soft laugh came, and then he wrapped himself around her again, enveloping her with his warm body, so much so that she could clearly feel the heat pressing against her from behind.
Without hesitation, she swung her elbow backward, but it was caught by a quick hand, which then moved forward along her arm.
Even when you're exhausted, your physical reactions don't lie. She shivered and asked through gritted teeth.
"...Did you fucking take your medicine?"
Isn't it said that a man over twenty-five is already sixty?
How can someone have so much energy?
Xing Ze's hands were all slapped away, but he wasn't annoyed. He chuckled softly in her ear, "I'm hurt by your doubts about me."
"Get out if you say another dirty word." Mu Tingyu said resentfully, her eyes closed, "What time is it?"
"A little after eight o'clock."
"Then why aren't you going to work?"
"I'm not going anymore." Xing Ze put his arm around her waist. "Didn't you complain that I'm never home? From now on, I'll stay home with you every day, okay?"
Mu Tingyu was so sleepy that her mind was not clear. It took her a full two seconds to understand what he meant. She opened her eyes wearily and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Xing Ze didn't answer, but buried his head in her shoulder and took a deep breath: "...Baby, you smell so good."
It's just the smell of shower gel, the same scent that was commonly used in the old Little White Building.
Mu Tingyu couldn't stand it anymore, so she moved her shoulder and nudged his face away, then patted his arm with her hand: "Get up and go to work."
"I'm not going."
“............”
Although she didn't know where he worked or how important his job was, his passive and uncooperative attitude made her feel like she was the scourge that had caused the emperor to neglect his duties for thousands of years.
She can't afford to take that charge.
She nudged him with her elbow: "Get up."
"...Sweetie." Xing Ze pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "Aren't you sleepy? Sleep a little longer? Are you hungry?"
I'm not hungry.
"Then you can sleep a little longer, I'll call you for breakfast later."
These rich kids are probably just coasting along in some family business; it doesn't matter whether they work or not.
Seeing that she couldn't get rid of him, Mu Tingyu gave up trying.
Moreover, she's been holding in a grudge since yesterday, and it's bound to get better sooner or later.
But she needs to get enough sleep and recover before she has the energy to have a proper argument with this jerk.
........
In the warm embrace, she closed her eyes and thought hazily.
—What makes him think he doesn't like him?
If she really didn't like him, the first thing she would do upon waking up was to throw him to the ground with deadly force.
At worst, I'd kick him off the bed. I absolutely wouldn't allow him to hug me like this.
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She didn't know how much time had passed, but in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, Xing Ze called her to eat.
She was sleeping soundly and didn't want to get up at all, so she said she wouldn't eat.
Xing Ze whispered in her ear, his voice gentle: "Not eating is bad for your stomach."
When she used to have irregular sleep patterns, she would eat brunch if she woke up late and didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
She pushed his head away: "I don't want to eat, I want to sleep."
So Xing Ze reluctantly kissed her and went out. After a while, he came back, helped her up, who was still drowsy, and coaxed her, "Have some porridge."
She was so annoyed that she turned her head away and said, "I'm not drinking."
"It's your favorite sweet porridge, have a few sips."
"I won't drink it, it tastes awful."
"It's not bad to drink."
Mu Tingyu couldn't resist his pleading any longer, so she had no choice but to open her mouth and eat the porridge that was offered to her.
After swallowing, she belatedly asked, "...Did you cook this?"
"Um."
"......."
So she reluctantly ate a few more bites.
After eating about half a bowl, drowsiness washed over her again. She turned around groggily, hooked her arms around his neck, and commanded, "I want to sleep."
Xing Ze placed the porridge on the bedside table, wiped her mouth, and then lay down with her in his arms.
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When she woke up again, she was being held in someone's arms, clinging to him, sleeping in a completely unladylike manner.
She subconsciously moved her leg and frowned.
"What's wrong?"
When Xing Ze saw that she was awake, he put the computer aside and pulled her into his arms.
Where does it hurt?
She yawned sleepily: "My legs are numb."
"Let me rub it for you."
"don't want."
She rested for a while, then found an even more comfortable spot in his arms, intending to take another nap.
"Lunch is ready, baby."
Hearing this, she opened one eye and looked at him: "You'll do it?"
Xing Ze smiled helplessly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. She kicked his shin: "Go cook."
"Okay." Xing Ze kissed her, his tone indulgent. "Then you can get up after lying down for a while."
She rolled over and said, "Okay."
Xing Ze took off his glasses, picked up his laptop, and left the room.
He went downstairs, and the maid who was changing the flowers in the vase greeted him.
"Young Master."
"Hmm." He stared at the computer screen. "Has the chef arrived yet?"
"They're here."
He walked down the hallway to the kitchen, placed his computer on the island, and said to the chef, "I'll cook today, you can rest."
The chef, who was preparing to process the ingredients, immediately agreed and quietly slipped out.
The meeting on the computer screen was still going on. Xing Ze turned around and went into the kitchen, washed his hands, and then picked out a few ingredients.
During the month since he returned, he has basically been eating in the research institute's cafeteria and has never been to the kitchen. He even moved into this house just a week ago.
Although he knows how to make these dishes with his eyes closed, he doesn't know if his skills have become rusty. If they have, he'll probably be criticized for not tasting good.
He smiled helplessly, quickly preparing the ingredients while listening attentively to the meeting.
Halfway through, he heard a maid call out "Miss" from outside the kitchen.
He turned his head to look at the pot as he stirred the contents with a spatula.
I saw Mu Tingyu shuffling past the kitchen in her slippers, her eyes fixed straight ahead, and heading towards the sunroom.
Soon her energetic voice rang out: "Good afternoon, Xiaoyu! Come here for a hug! Have you eaten yet?"
The puppy was flown in by Jiang Yu, whom he had asked to come over, to keep Mu Tingyu company since she was bored at home alone. The house didn't have a dedicated pet room, so it was temporarily placed in the sunroom. The conditions here are better than in the village; at least it has a decent doghouse and some small toys.
He hadn't originally planned to bring it back. But thinking that Mu Tingyu would be happy to see the puppy, he figured he might as well go through the trouble.
He took off his Bluetooth headset and listened to the sound from the other end.
To be honest, Mu Tingyu was willing to talk to him in the morning, and even didn't seem to mind his closeness, which was quite unexpected. Although she still seemed aloof, it was much better than he had imagined—a fight or a cold war.
He knew he had gone too far last night and was mentally prepared for it.
As a result, when the girl woke up, she not only didn't get angry with him, but was also willing to snuggle in his arms and sleep.
There was a noise coming from the living room; it must be Mu Tingyu playing with the puppy over there, her laughter light and bright.
He lowered his eyes, quickly ladled out the dishes, and carried them out of the kitchen.
"Baby, it's time to eat."
The girl ignored him, put the puppy on the ground, and walked towards the dining table.
He took off his apron and placed a soft cushion on the chair she was about to sit on.
She slowly sat down, tapping her ten fingers haphazardly on the table, and commanded, "Rice."
Xing Ze was charmed by her actions and said gently, "Okay, I'll serve you some."
He dutifully served rice to his domineering little darling, and then finally remembered the meeting he had long forgotten, and walked to the island platform.
The meeting has ended.
Mr. Fu left him a note telling him to rest well since he was sick and not to go to the hospital for the next couple of days.
He lowered his eyes and replied without any hesitation, "Okay."
Back at the table, Mu Tingyu was eating a shrimp. He sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and asked her, "Is it good?"
She mumbled, "It's alright."
How does it compare to before?
Mu Tingyu chewed and swallowed: "What are you comparing yourself to?"
"I haven't cooked in a long time, I'm afraid it won't taste good anymore."
"good."
He then asked, "Is the taste any different?"
Mu Tingyu picked up another shrimp and glanced at him, saying, "Do I have to say it's delicious before I'm happy?"
Xing Ze hummed in agreement. "You always said it was delicious."
"Delicious, delicious," she replied perfunctorily, then lowered her head to struggle with the shrimp shells again.
He lowered his eyelashes and slowly picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks.
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After the meal, the maid wanted to clear the dishes, but Xing Ze stopped her.
He cleaned up slowly by himself, putting the oily and soupy bowls and chopsticks into the sink and turning on the tap.
Mu Tingyu ate too much again.
I haven't had Xing Ze's cooking in a long time, and I really missed it. Before I knew it, I had eaten two bowls of rice.
She walked around the room, supporting her back, and noticed that the servants were all keeping their distance, not near the kitchen or dining area.
Apart from the person who quietly appeared to clear the dishes, no one came to disturb them at other times.
"The privacy is amazing," she exclaimed.
Moreover, she has been here for so many days, and she doesn't know where the servants usually are when they are not in the house, but they seem to be available whenever she calls.
Is there a small house nearby specifically for them to rest in?
Seeing that Xing Ze was still washing the dishes, she decided to go out for a walk to digest her food and also take Xiao Yu out for some fresh air.
She's been here for so many days and hasn't even explored the neighborhood yet; she always gets in and out of the car at the entrance. All she knows is that the surrounding greenery is beautiful, and the area is mostly comprised of detached villas, with the buildings spaced far apart.
She waved to Xiaoyu, who was lying on the sofa, and walked through the corridor toward the door.
Xing Ze's house has a small courtyard in front of it, and an iron gate outside the main gate. So the main gate is usually open at noon to let in some ventilation, but today it was closed for some reason.
She walked to the door in confusion, tried to open it, but found that she couldn't.
She pulled and pushed, but couldn't open it. Xiaoyu circled around her feet, sniffed the door, and then retreated.
Just then, a maid happened to be passing by in the hallway, and she quickly called out to her, "Excuse me, how do I open this door?"
The servant replied respectfully, "Young master ordered that the door be closed today."
"Huh?" Mu Tingyu asked, bewildered. "Why?"
The maid kept her head down.
It would be a miracle if they could get any information out of her. Mu Tingyu waved her hand and told her to leave: "It's alright, it's alright, I'll go ask him myself."
The maid bowed slightly to her and quickly left.
She turned and walked towards the kitchen, tiptoeing closer, then leaned against the door to watch him.
She was still wearing the same familiar black T-shirt, just like back in the little white building. She had watched him wash the dishes from behind, thinking that with such a good physique, he must be very energetic at work.
Looking back now, it was a bit too much.
"......."
Her lower back started aching again for no apparent reason. She reached out to support it and continued watching him wash the dishes.
After washing the dishes, Xing Ze washed his hands carefully, dried them, and paused for a moment as he turned around.
He then raised the corners of his lips and walked towards her: "Why aren't you saying anything? I didn't even know you were here."
Mu Tingyu leaned against the marble wall, looked at him, and asked, "Why is the door closed?"
His footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, then he said casually, "It's too hot outside, so I closed it because I was worried you'd get hot eating downstairs."
"Then open it, I'm going out for a walk."
Xing Ze patiently said, "Baby, it's so hot outside, so don't go out. You can sunbathe in the sunroom just as well."
"I'm going out for a walk. Xiaoyu has been cooped up for two days. I'll take her out for a stroll."
"Just have the maid take it."
"........"
Mu Tingyu stared at him: "Open the door."
"......."
Xing Ze smiled at her and reached out to hug her: "...Are you tired? Want to go upstairs and lie down for a while?"
Mu Tingyu reached out and pressed against his chest: "Are you going to open it or not?"
"......."
Mu Tingyu leaned back and pointed at him: "Are you planning to lock me up?"
"No," Xing Ze put his arm around her back to prevent her from losing her balance and falling backward. "You were exhausted last night, so please get some rest today, okay?"
Mu Tingyu glared at him and stomped on the back of his foot: "You just want to lock me up!"
She looked like a kitten scratching someone, and Xing Ze smiled helplessly, saying, "Don't be angry."
Mu Tingyu was naturally angry and kicked him again: "Why are you locking me up?"
Anger welled up inside me, and I decided to settle both old and new scores at once.
She knew the servants would retreat to a distance at this point, so she didn't control her voice and loudly accused him: "Not only do you lock me up, but you also control me regardless of the occasion. It was like this when we were in the village, and now it's even worse! You're always telling me not to do this or that, and now you won't even let me have normal social interactions? You get angry when I put on makeup, wear a dress, or have dinner with clients! When are you going to change this habit?"
The smile on Xing Ze's lips gradually faded.
Seeing that he remained silent, Mu Tingyu continued to accuse him, "You're not respecting me at all. Have you considered my feelings? What gives you the right to boss me around like this?"
"...Why should I?"
Xing Ze slowly repeated it, his expression calm.
"—Because you sat on me last night and called my name."
“”
Mu Tingyu could hardly believe what she had just heard. Her ears turned red, and she gritted her teeth as she hit him, yelling, "You filthy thing!"
Xing Ze didn't dodge, taking the blow head-on, and then lowered his head without changing his expression.
"Baby, does a slap make you feel better?"
"Want to try again?"
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