Volume 1 Chapter 50: My dear, we will share the same bed and death
Wen Suhe knew that they had gone out together.
He also knew that nothing good would happen after he got out.
He doesn't want to listen.
Wen Suhe blocked Qiao Yin's lips.
Qiao Yin whimpered a few times and bit hard.
"Hiss~"
Wen Suhe's lips were a little broken, but there was still a gentle and doting smile in his eyes. He held the back of her head with his palm and said, "My dear, let's talk again tomorrow after we sober up, okay?"
She can't drink much, but she won't get drunk with just one can of fruit wine, right?
What makes people drunk is not the wine, but Wen Suhe's suffocating kiss.
Qiao Yin's soft and feeble body pressed against Wen Suhe's firm chest, her voice soft, "You won't lie to me?"
“No lie.”
Let’s talk about tomorrow’s things tomorrow. I have to make up for what I missed on the business trip tonight.
A night of passion.
The next day, it was already noon when Qiao Yin woke up.
Wen Suhe is not at home.
Qiao Yin was eating alone in the restaurant. The housekeeper kept nagging Wen Suhe, asking her to have a good rest, eat more, eat more fruits, and drink more milk.
Wen Suhe really likes being a father.
Irritable!
Did Wen Suhe think that she had forgotten what he promised last night?
Is he going to hide forever?
Facts have proved that as long as the yandere with a wife-brain is in Beijing, he will go home to be with his wife as soon as he finishes work.
I feel like I’m missing out if I spend even a second less with my wife.
As soon as Wen Suhe got home, he went to find his wife.
Qiao Yin sat on the lazy sofa in the study in a daze. Although she had a book in her hand, the book was upside down.
The golden afterglow shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and fell on her body, outlining a layer of light gold. Her hair shone with a soft luster, and her long curled eyelashes cast fine light and shadow on her fair cheeks. When she blinked, it was like the thin wings of a cicada flapping, exquisite and perfect like a Barbie doll.
Qiao Yin heard the footsteps and straightened the fallen book.
Wen Suhe squatted in front of her and picked her up without saying a word.
She was like a little dumpling, being manipulated by him at will.
They sat in front of the computer, and Wen Suhe turned on the computer. "My dear, do you want to change the ending of your novel?"
He is still thinking about it.
"No, I've already handed it in."
“What a pity.”
Wen Suhe's tone sounded really regretful.
"What's the regret?"
"I think given the tyrant's possessiveness of his concubine, even if he died, he would not let her live alone. He should have left a backup plan and let her commit suicide for love." Wen Suhe turned off the computer again and put his chin on her shoulder. "I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky and a pair of branches on the ground."
Live together and die together.
Wen Suhe was using the novel to remind her not to say anything that would make him unhappy.
She just tried it.
"I think the tyrant loved his concubine so much that now that he is gone, he must want her to live a happy life. Not only would he leave someone to escort her out of the palace, he would also prepare money for her so that she would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life." Qiao Yin refuted him with a smile, "We have different views on love, so let's talk about it."
It's here again.
Can't avoid it.
"Turn around."
snort!
trouble.
Before marrying Wen Suhe, she preferred sitting on the sofa.
After marrying him, I would sit on his lap most of the time whenever he was at home.
It was difficult for Qiao Yin to turn around by herself, so Wen Suhe pinched her slender waist and lifted her up, and Qiao Yin successfully faced Wen Suhe.
Meeting Wen Suhe's cold gaze, Qiao Yin suddenly became timid.
In fact, she felt that it was okay to chat in bed at night. At least she wouldn't have to see Wen Suhe's expression, and if she couldn't see him, she wouldn't be afraid.
After more than two months, Qiao Yin already knew how hot and thick Wen Suhe's cold gaze could sometimes become.
If sight could have temperature, she would have been scalded.
Wen Suhe leaned against her leisurely, his warm palm supporting her lower back through a thin layer of skirt, "My dear, talk and I'll listen."
Qiao Yin lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes full of love and possessiveness. She stroked her shirt with her fingers and murmured, "From the ending of the novel just now, I can tell that we have different ideas."
"Well, there are different ways to love someone, and I hope you can learn my way."
Qiao Yin: ???
Why?
"Mom said that we should communicate well. I hope I can have the freedom to come and go as I please in the future. I am your wife, not your prisoner. What's the difference between what you do to me and house arrest?" Qiao Yin said in one go.
Then she buried her head even lower, and wrinkled the neat white shirt.
The study fell into silence.
This feeling made Qiao Yin feel cold on his back.
But the palm of my back was still so hot, as if the heat in my body could only be absorbed from that hand, and my whole body was controlled by Wen Suhe.
She didn't like this feeling.
From childhood to adulthood, she has not been able to make decisions on her own.
As far as she can remember, her father and stepmother were very strict with her, not allowing her to do this or that.
The reason she was able to become friends with Si Yao was because she was almost abducted and Si Yao boldly pulled her away, shouting as they ran.
She was still young at that time, so you couldn't blame her. She never left the Qiao family's front door and didn't even recognize everyone in the family.
The aunt said that her mother Chen Rulan sent her to pick her up, and the human trafficker knew a lot of her information.
She just believed it.
Because Si Yao saved her life, her father allowed them to play together.
Her father never allowed her to go to Si Yao's house, and only Si Yao would come to the Qiao's house to find her.
In just one minute, Qiao Yin's thoughts had drifted away.
Wen Suhe lifted her chin with his finger, "It's not house arrest, it's protection."
“Do I look like a dangerous person?”
"It's to protect you from being harmed by dangerous people." Wen Suhe put his palm on her cheek and stroked it gently, "My dear, you are my wife. Being my wife can enjoy a wealthy life, but you may also be kidnapped and assassinated. I love you, and I don't want to put you in danger."
"Even if I become a zombie, a lifeless living dead, you will still insist on having your own way and not allow me any freedom?"
“In a landscape garden you are free.”
What a big cage.
He has worked so hard.
Before the conversation, Qiao Yin still held a glimmer of expectation.
After the talk, I had no expectations at all.
Wensu River is still the same Wensu River.
"My dear, Mom was kidnapped and imprisoned before. She had just left her father's home when she was kidnapped by bad guys within an hour." Wen Suhe's voice was choked with sobs. "It was that kidnapping that caused Mom to lose another child and almost lost half her life."
The Qiao family is not a big deal in Beijing, which is full of powerful and wealthy people, and the kidnappers will not kidnap her.
In her world, things like kidnapping, ransom and murder only happen in TV dramas and movies.
Wen Suhe had experienced this himself.
"Were you kidnapped as a child?"
"Um."
As expected, all genius children will experience that, but he will escape successfully.
Qiao Yin was not as smart as Wen Suhe, and after being kidnapped, he had no way to deal with the kidnappers with ease.
"Since you're worried that I'll be in danger, then let's not hold the wedding. The wedding will expose my appearance, and then I'll be in even greater danger." Qiao Yin had other ideas in mind.
If you can't get freedom, you must get something else.
She can't get nothing, right?
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